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[macabreprincess]

Who: Drusilla
When: September 18 1am ( after the meeting with Faith, same night in other words.)
Where: Outside the Resistance hideout, right by there magic borders.
Invited: Angel or any white hat close by.
What: Giving hints, Dru style.

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[hunk_nightthing]

These last several days on the hellmouth a familiar energy had quickened Angel's blood, stirring deep-seated vampire instincts, conjuring dreams from the depths of his primal mind. Of family and death, and times past when he'd done things that should have replayed as nightmares but were disturbingly enjoyable. Visceral pleasure. The sort that caused Angel paralyzing and sweeping guilt just for the sin of having partaken in the fantasy - even in his dreams.

That feeling had commanded him here - drawn to his wayward daughter. "Dru," Angel said, emerging from the shadows of three clustered elm trees. She was waiting for him, just as he'd known that he was being drawn to her. As always when looking upon Drusilla his emotions were mixed - horrendous guilt and a wicked, hideous pleasure in the depravity of his creation.

So lovely, so crazy... Sublime.

[macabreprincess]

Sneaky, sneaky... Dru did hear him, but didn't show it. At his words, she shivered in delight. Oh Daddy, everything is wrong with you, she thought. But soon they will be right, the fairies sang.

"My Angel. My Daddy..." she answered bending her head, and body backwards hanging in the swing, smiling sweetly. "Come to give me a push?" Kicking out her legs to so the red flowing trim of her dress moved in the wind, she hung vertically almost, head bending backwards.

Since Angel stood behind her, she saw him upside down, which made her giggle. It reminded her of happier days, when Daddy used to whip her good. William never liked that. Grandmum did, though. Especially when she called her Grandmum.

"Are they still nice your friends? Are they good? Are they tasty?" Dru was honestly curious. Why did Daddy always return when they didn't trust him? Not fully at least, and not all. They couldn't fool the fairies.

[darla_again]

*She sensed them both, her new sire and her since long lost childe. For some reason she wasn’t surprised that the bound she and Angel shared still remained even though times had changed them both in ways that were hard to believe. Even though many a countless years had passed she still missed him; Angelus. What they shared had been special, because even since the beginning they both knew that they used each other for the sake of their own pleasures, and that knowledge itself had been sweet and enjoyable. Angelus had followed her because she had shown him a wonderful world of endless pleasures and exciting hunts, evolving from the mere presence of her company. And Angelus, what had he really offered her? She wasn’t exactly sure, but she knew that she had always loved the brute, merciless sides within him that made him a perfect monster, a creature similar to herself. She had loved him for that, and many other reasons of course, but she had never been obsessed with him the way William had been infatuated with Drusilla. She was stronger

[hunk_nightthing]

If it hadn't been for Drusilla's proximity, Angel would have felt his sire's presence nearby. However, the vampire's preoccupation with his childe kept him at least partially oblivious to Darla. Though, on a subconscious level, perhaps his demon knew and rejoiced