OH MY GOD. I am evil.
I found about half of this in one of my old folders today. After I remembered what the whole point of it was...it wouldn't leave me alone and I had to finish it. So...the evil crossover of doom. Loveless x Buffy the Vampire Slayer x Count Cain: God Child. AKA "Seimei wins, and chats with Drusilla about Alexis Hargreaves." GOOD GOD.
So, all the players in this are from Loveless and BtVS, but it doesn't actually make sense unless you've read God Child. Sooooo...without giving away too many spoilers, Alexis Hargreaves is an evil mastermind who, among many, many other things, can change peoples' personalities, rewrite their memories and pretty much shape their minds however he wants. I figured, that in the future, if Seimei "won" but Ritsuka rejected him, that Seimei would either a) do a quadruple murder-suicide in a blaze of glory, or b) want to re-program Ritsuka the way he wanted. In my strange crossover mind, he knows Drusilla is good at predicting the future/knowing extra stuff, so he asks her to come to his lair and offer her opinion on this possibility before he gets into contact with Hargreaves himself. But mostly I just wanted to write Drusilla.
~
“You are familiar with Alexis Hargreaves’ work, yes?”
She smiles. “Are we having a tea party?”
Through an open doorway she can see a bed with a cheery bedspread, and a tiny figure huddled beside it, padded chains snaking their way to the wall beside. Every so often the child mewls, and the blond man twitches at the sound.
She takes a step forward-it looks like fun-but the three are suddenly in front of her, and Seimei’s lip is curling up in a snarl.
She is Drusilla, mate to William the Bloody and erstwhile companion of Angelus and Darla, vampiric scourge on humanity for centuries-but even she knows when she is outmatched in another predator’s territory.
She pouts instead. “Mummy says it’s nice to share,” she observes. “Didn’t your mummy ever tell you that?”
Seimei just stares back at her, levelly, and Drusilla giggles then. “I didn’t learn that lesson either,” she confides. “Bad girl.” She slaps her chest with the flat of her palm once, then points to the crumpled figure behind the shimmering glass. “Was he a bad boy?”
“That is not your concern.” Seimei strides over to the large chair at the center of the room, and seats himself. His dark-haired spell-caster stands behind his right shoulder, and the blond one kneels on the floor beside his left hand.
Seimei’s fingers curls onto the blond one’s bowed head, braiding his fingers in the pale hair and yanking. The broken doll doesn’t move, staring at the floor with blank unseeing eyes, even when Seimei’s hand comes away with a fistful of hair with bloody roots. Seimei shakes his hand free of the clinging strands in disgust.
“I asked you here for information.”
He’s talking, but Drusilla isn’t listening anymore; the Tarot cards at her breast are whispering. “Shhh,” she tells them, freeing the deck from the folds of her dress. “One at a time now.”
“Can it be done?” It is the human again, his voice edged in impatience.
She looks at the card, turning it over and over in her hands. “There’s no poison in the heart,” she intones, “but there’s heart in the poison.”
The dark one shifts. “Master, this is a waste of-”
Seimei silences him with a wave of his hand. “Well, witch?”
“You’re not listening,” she complains. “And calling me ‘witch.’ You’re the devil, with slaves who cast spells for you.” She holds up the Tower card. “It’s all here. And everything false crumbles down.”
Seimei’s eyes glint, wild and desperate. “Can they do it?”
She smiles then, a twist of red lips and a hint of fang. “Worms will crawl in through his ears, and burrow in his shivering insides.” She throws her head back and watches him with hooded eyes. “They’ll eat out his heart and leave tracks of their own. And he’ll be rotten, and perfect.”
Seimei’s head lolls back a fraction in turn, his eyelids sliding closed over chillingly bright eyes, mirroring her arousal in his anticipation.
Then the mask is once again in place over his desire. “Excellent. Soubi,” Seimei says, and the blond one raises empty eyes to the level of his master’s lapel, awaiting command. “Show our guest out.”
Drusilla pouts again. “No presents? No presents for a good girl?”
“Thank you for the information, Drusilla,” Seimei says, and the pretty mouth smiles at her, charming and fake. As his lips opened a little, she could see one of the tightly coiled tendrils dribble down his chin before he slurped it back in. “You’ll find your reward on your way out.”
The dark-haired slave shifts impatiently once more. “Master, can’t I watch? You promised-”
“Yes, fine,” Seimei allows, already turning away. “But keep it quiet, I have travel plans to England to make.”
“Yes, master.” And now the dark one is shooing her down the corridor from which she came, and the pale dead one follows them a few steps behind, silent as a ghost.
“Get the door, Soubi,” the other demands imperiously as they pause. He doesn’t respond, staring blankly at the wall until the other smacks him across the face and repeats his order. Drusilla licks her lips at the fresh blood over bruised skin.
Then the door is open, and she claps delightedly at the sight of her presents. “Oh my,” she giggles. “Looks delicious.”
And it does. Two children-a boy and a girl-huddle next to a woman-child. So frightened. So innocent. So pure.
“Sensei?” The little girl asks, tugging on the woman’s tattered sweater, voice high and shrill. “Who is that? What does she mean? Where's Ritsuka?”
The woman can only cover the child’s face and touch her hair, and the boy tightens his arms around the girl, shielding her with his trembling body.
Drusilla turns away from the touching tableau to flash her fangs at the slaves.
“Tell your master…thank you for the meal.”
~
Shinonome-sensei. Yuiko. Yayoi. RITSUKA. SOUBI.
I-I-I can't believe I just d-did that to them...
Well, actually, I totally can.
So, all the players in this are from Loveless and BtVS, but it doesn't actually make sense unless you've read God Child. Sooooo...without giving away too many spoilers, Alexis Hargreaves is an evil mastermind who, among many, many other things, can change peoples' personalities, rewrite their memories and pretty much shape their minds however he wants. I figured, that in the future, if Seimei "won" but Ritsuka rejected him, that Seimei would either a) do a quadruple murder-suicide in a blaze of glory, or b) want to re-program Ritsuka the way he wanted. In my strange crossover mind, he knows Drusilla is good at predicting the future/knowing extra stuff, so he asks her to come to his lair and offer her opinion on this possibility before he gets into contact with Hargreaves himself. But mostly I just wanted to write Drusilla.
~
“You are familiar with Alexis Hargreaves’ work, yes?”
She smiles. “Are we having a tea party?”
Through an open doorway she can see a bed with a cheery bedspread, and a tiny figure huddled beside it, padded chains snaking their way to the wall beside. Every so often the child mewls, and the blond man twitches at the sound.
She takes a step forward-it looks like fun-but the three are suddenly in front of her, and Seimei’s lip is curling up in a snarl.
She is Drusilla, mate to William the Bloody and erstwhile companion of Angelus and Darla, vampiric scourge on humanity for centuries-but even she knows when she is outmatched in another predator’s territory.
She pouts instead. “Mummy says it’s nice to share,” she observes. “Didn’t your mummy ever tell you that?”
Seimei just stares back at her, levelly, and Drusilla giggles then. “I didn’t learn that lesson either,” she confides. “Bad girl.” She slaps her chest with the flat of her palm once, then points to the crumpled figure behind the shimmering glass. “Was he a bad boy?”
“That is not your concern.” Seimei strides over to the large chair at the center of the room, and seats himself. His dark-haired spell-caster stands behind his right shoulder, and the blond one kneels on the floor beside his left hand.
Seimei’s fingers curls onto the blond one’s bowed head, braiding his fingers in the pale hair and yanking. The broken doll doesn’t move, staring at the floor with blank unseeing eyes, even when Seimei’s hand comes away with a fistful of hair with bloody roots. Seimei shakes his hand free of the clinging strands in disgust.
“I asked you here for information.”
He’s talking, but Drusilla isn’t listening anymore; the Tarot cards at her breast are whispering. “Shhh,” she tells them, freeing the deck from the folds of her dress. “One at a time now.”
“Can it be done?” It is the human again, his voice edged in impatience.
She looks at the card, turning it over and over in her hands. “There’s no poison in the heart,” she intones, “but there’s heart in the poison.”
The dark one shifts. “Master, this is a waste of-”
Seimei silences him with a wave of his hand. “Well, witch?”
“You’re not listening,” she complains. “And calling me ‘witch.’ You’re the devil, with slaves who cast spells for you.” She holds up the Tower card. “It’s all here. And everything false crumbles down.”
Seimei’s eyes glint, wild and desperate. “Can they do it?”
She smiles then, a twist of red lips and a hint of fang. “Worms will crawl in through his ears, and burrow in his shivering insides.” She throws her head back and watches him with hooded eyes. “They’ll eat out his heart and leave tracks of their own. And he’ll be rotten, and perfect.”
Seimei’s head lolls back a fraction in turn, his eyelids sliding closed over chillingly bright eyes, mirroring her arousal in his anticipation.
Then the mask is once again in place over his desire. “Excellent. Soubi,” Seimei says, and the blond one raises empty eyes to the level of his master’s lapel, awaiting command. “Show our guest out.”
Drusilla pouts again. “No presents? No presents for a good girl?”
“Thank you for the information, Drusilla,” Seimei says, and the pretty mouth smiles at her, charming and fake. As his lips opened a little, she could see one of the tightly coiled tendrils dribble down his chin before he slurped it back in. “You’ll find your reward on your way out.”
The dark-haired slave shifts impatiently once more. “Master, can’t I watch? You promised-”
“Yes, fine,” Seimei allows, already turning away. “But keep it quiet, I have travel plans to England to make.”
“Yes, master.” And now the dark one is shooing her down the corridor from which she came, and the pale dead one follows them a few steps behind, silent as a ghost.
“Get the door, Soubi,” the other demands imperiously as they pause. He doesn’t respond, staring blankly at the wall until the other smacks him across the face and repeats his order. Drusilla licks her lips at the fresh blood over bruised skin.
Then the door is open, and she claps delightedly at the sight of her presents. “Oh my,” she giggles. “Looks delicious.”
And it does. Two children-a boy and a girl-huddle next to a woman-child. So frightened. So innocent. So pure.
“Sensei?” The little girl asks, tugging on the woman’s tattered sweater, voice high and shrill. “Who is that? What does she mean? Where's Ritsuka?”
The woman can only cover the child’s face and touch her hair, and the boy tightens his arms around the girl, shielding her with his trembling body.
Drusilla turns away from the touching tableau to flash her fangs at the slaves.
“Tell your master…thank you for the meal.”
~
Shinonome-sensei. Yuiko. Yayoi. RITSUKA. SOUBI.
I-I-I can't believe I just d-did that to them...
Well, actually, I totally can.