016: Beating to a Funeral Song [Accidental Visual / Location: Hyperion Hotel]

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She could feel her heart beating.

The blood pulsed through her veins to a rhythm that, once upon a time, Drusilla would have danced along to. But she wasn't dancing today. Because it was her heart. A heart that had been silenced for centuries.

Her eyes snapped open.

No. Not her eyes. She'd fallen asleep as a vampire, safe in the forest and with

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The scream made Fred startle awake. She sat up, fumbled around for the tablet, and got ready to run to Cordelia's room once she saw who it was. "Cordy, are you okay?"

The laugh at the end might've been the most worrying part about the whole thing, now that she thought about it.

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"Just a weird dream, Fred."

(That was her name, wasn't it? Little Fred. So human and so sweet that Drusilla wanted to peel off her skin and see if she as really syrup and honey underneath.)

It was easy to pretend to be Cordelia, really. She'd watched the Vision Girl a lot during her time in Taxon. She knew her mannerisms and her tone and, even if she wasn't peeping into the main of the person she was fooling, she knew how to play pretend.

"A really weird dream."

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"Like a vision sort of dream?" Fred asks with concern. She does settle down some, though. At least Cordelia doesn't seem to be in danger.

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"More of a nightmare sort of dream."

She couldn't remember when she'd last woken up and wanted food. Real food - bread and cheese and milk and the plums picked from the tree at the bottom of her parent's garden - rather than blood. Her stomach was practically growling. Her skin was too warm.

Drusilla shook Cordelia's head, brushing her anxieties aside. She needed to enjoy this.

"I'll be fine."

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Fred could see that Cordelia was pretty shaken by the dream, but also that she didn't seem to want to talk about it. And since when did they have nightmares that bad? This is weird.

With a worried look, Fred nodded. "Gotcha. Well, I'm here if you want to talk about it. Or...not talk about it. Anything like that. Okay?"

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"If the 'not talking about it' involves ice cream, I'm in," Drusilla said, with a Cordelia smile. She'd already taken this further than she'd really expected. Hopefully, she'd be able to spin it out for a little longer.

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That makes her smile back, because- well, ice cream! Another sign that the dream was pretty darn bad, for Cordy to suggest it. "I'm sure it could. Possibly even Ben and Jerry's." They had some really good low fat flavors. "Feel free to come by anytime, okay? I'm not too busy today."

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"I'll come and find you once I've spoken to Angel," she promised, with all the fervour of a friend. And she really and truly would. Partly because she wanted to see how long it would be before Fred guessed the truth and partly because it had been a long time since she'd had the stomach for ice cream.