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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

[macabreprincess]

Sweet Grandmum was near, Dru could feel it and she closed her eyes, smiling a little. Oh dear Grandmum. You will be so proud of me now. Enjoying the feel of Angel's big strong hands on her back, Dru remembered just how strong they could be, and how much damaged they had done to her in the past... Closing her eyes, she shivered slightly with joy over the memories.

"Does Princess need a reason? Sweet Daddy... There is much to do and see. And Princess wants to see all sides of the coin. That is the reason there is." she nodded with certainty.

Dropping her feet to the ground, Dru stopped the swing, and stod up. Walking over the Angel she looked into his eyes. Tilting her head, she put her slender hand to his cheek.
"Oh Daddy... You still burn." she said with sadness.

[hunk_nightthing]

A dark and dangerous impulse swept through Angel, and he seized upon Drusilla's wrist, griping it hard enough to hurt, to remind her that his soul didn't sap his power. Merely altered the flow and direction of his destructive tendencies.

"I'm not the only one who's been known to burn, Dru," Angel said, tightening his grip, but not forcing her pale hand from his cheek. It was a sharp, not so subtle reminder of a year or so past when Angel had set Drusilla and Darla on fire. It hadn't been an easy decision for the ensouled vampire - but the women had simply been out of control. He'd felt the need to reassert his authority - give them a little reminder.

Of course, his decisions that year had been questionable at best. After all, Angel had also locked the girls up with a roomful of ~airquotes~ Defenseless ~airquotes~ lawyers.

He still didn't regret doing so.

"Are you here for Willow, Dru?" Angel asked, releasing her wrist, and trailing his fingers along her forearm in a deliberate caress.

[macabreprincess]

When Angel grabbed her wrist, Dru couldn't help but gasp a bit in pleasure. Yes, yes...

But at the reminder of the fire almost engulfing her in LA, and the cold look in Angels eyes back then, souled but not, made her pull her wrist back, with a hiss.

"Naughty Daddy. Don't want to hurt his Princess good anymore. Such fun games we've had." Glaring a bit at him, she continued "No, Princess is here to see the other side of the coin. The naught Ruby witch has a little toy of her own. Or so she thinks. But Princess thinks it is not hers to play with. Naughty isn't it? She almost plays like you, Daddy." she ended, giving Angel a wicked smile.

[hunk_nightthing]

"Somehow I doubt it," Angel replied with a casual arrogance. His assumption that Willow came nowhere close to matching Angelus' style and elegance - implicit. It had taken decades to master his craft - no witch could match it in a matter of months.

The vampire's grip closed on Drusilla's slender arms, fingers like traps, grip like a vise, deliberately hurtful. He might be damned to hell, but he still took a deep and visceral joy out of inflicting the pain upon his deadly daughter. And lately, Angel had just been too damn full of his own pain to pass on an opportunity to inflict it guilt-free upon such a vessel as she.

"What toy, Dru?" Angel asked, his expression decidedly dangerous. "Tell me the truth or we might have a refresher course in playing with fire."

[macabreprincess]

When Angel grabbed her wrists, Dru let out a small gasp... It hurt. Alot. And she enjoyed it. Her demon and the fairies danced in joy inside her. He was here.
"There you are Daddy." she said, smiling at him and at the many memories she had of Angelus breaking her skin, and having her lap the blood up. Good girls didn't make a mess after all. And Dru was always and forever Daddy's girl.

At his question, she leaned back in pleasure in his grip, closing her eyes.
"The toy is loved. By many. And by the Ruby one to. He is hers, she thinks. More, and more. It all goes around. He is the seeing one. The powerless one with the power. He is the one."

[hunk_nightthing]

Xander. Angel's jaw set and his lips formed a grim line. The soulful vampire experienced a split second of internal debate. To take what he knew to Giles and Buffy, which would mean releasing Drusilla, or to act on it immediately.

Regardless of what she may be or how many innocent people she'd murdered, Angel was literally unable to hand his daughter over to the slayer. It could only end one way: with Drusilla's ash in addition to her rape/insanity/murder on his conscience.

"Take me to him," Angel demanded, making the only choice he could. It might be a trap, but he had to try to rescue the boy. Annoying though he might be.

[macabreprincess]

Leaning back up and looking into his eyes, Dru smiled sweetly asking: "Are you going to be the hero, Daddy? The knight in shining armor?"

Inside she giggled happily. A toy for Princess! And Daddy would come back to! Faith had said there would be a toy, and Dru would get what she wanted. It could be a lot of fun. Here and there and everywhere...

"Is this the other side of the coin?" she asked herself, looking her hand over on both sides, then looking up at Angel reaching out her hand. "Will you run with Princess?"

[hunk_nightthing]

Angel wasn't in a running mood, and he wasn't the sort to charge blindly into danger either, a role that had always belonged to Spike. Refusing to move at more than a cautious pace, Angel was grimly silent, keeping a tight hold on Drusilla so that she couldn't suddenly escape

[macabreprincess]

When Angel just grabbed a hold of Dru, stopping her from running, she pouted a bit. "Aww Daddy... Naughty you. No running on the roof tops? It would have been fun."

Walking quitely she saw how Angel fumbled with the phone. She giggled a little at him. She didn't much about those little phones either, just how to answer them. The little lawyer had showed her once. But hers didn't look the same as Angels, she rememberd. Might not know how to use it then... Making a happy note, that no one answered, it was clear that Angel was, for now, alone with her. It made Dru giddy and happy.

"What the Ruby one wants? Why, the whole world, of course!" Dru answered throwing out her hands, as far as she could. "It screams, and screams, just like the fairies. But she is not Princess. She can not talk to them. Poor Ruby witch.... Maybe he can talk for her? Maybe not. Princess does not know. Hard to follow, her steps is." Dru smiled a little. Yes, she was happy it was only the fairies that sang for her.