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Title: Vampirism is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have without Taking Her Clothes Off
Author: jaspreetpink
Recipient: deifire
Fandom: Buffyverse
Pairing: Darla/Drusilla (obligitory Angelus/Darla and Angelus/Dru implied)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: about 1,500
Disclaimer: I do not own any sexy vamps. These particular sexy vamps are borrowed from Joss Whedon and Co.
Warnings: Sex, pain, madness. Just the usual.
Summary: On her second night as a vampire, Drusilla spends some quality time with Darla.
Darla knew he would tire of his new toy after a day. Well, that wasn’t completely accurate. Angelus had played with Drusilla for months while she was mortal, but now the game had been won. Now the girl was nothing more than a muttering, lunatic vampire, freshly raised from the ground.
“I need a night of simple kills,” Angelus proclaimed as he pulled on his trousers. Drusilla lay naked on the bed, wide-eyed among the rumpled sheets.
“Crimson and scarlet treats, penny a piece for a little girl…” Drusilla whimpered.
“Aren’t you going to take your daughter hunting?” Darla said from the doorway, perfectly composed in her white satin dress.
Angelus put on his jacket. “I think the girl should get to know her grandmother,” he said with a grin.
“I’m not anyone’s grandmother, nor am I going to play nursemaid.”
“Aww, but you like to play it when I’m around.” Angelus came and wrapped his arms around Darla’s waist. “Truthfully, Darla, she’s going to be with us for quite a while. You should get to be friends.”
“I really don’t think that will happen,” she said caustically. “You’re sick of her prattling already; I can tell.”
“I just need a few hours to myself.” Angelus leaned down and gave Darla a passionate kiss. “I may have started with Dru,” he whispered in her ear, “but I’m saving the best for last.”
Darla groaned, but with the air of a good sport said, “All right, but you’ll owe me, Angelus.”
“You can exact your payment later,” he whispered with a final kiss before pulling away. Over his shoulder he called, “good night, Dru,” before stalking out of the ornate hotel doors.
“Daddy?” Drusilla sounded confused as she said it, slightly lifting her head.
Darla folded her arms and with one arched eyebrow examined the vampire her dear, wicked boy had made. Truth be told, Drusilla had a stark and unnatural beauty, but it wouldn’t do her any good to know it. “You’re not much to look at,” Darla lied with a bright smile. Moving to the bed, she sat beside the girl. “Pretty, I suppose, in a pinched sort of way.”
Drusilla blinked up at her and began to silently weep. “Don’t you like me, Grandmummy?”
Not being particularly soft-hearted or tolerant of weakness, Darla cringed at this display. And yet…perhaps it was the manipulative, maternal streak in her, but Darla began to stroke Drusilla’s cold cheek. She might be fun to play with, Darla thought idly.
“I was only teasing, darling,” she said, moving her hand down to Drusilla’s throat and collarbone, stroking and slowly moving her hand down the girl’s body. “You’re a part of this family now, Drusilla. And you have much to learn. The first being, I am in charge.” Darla punctuated the statement with a rough pinch to Dru’s nipple. “I allow Angelus to think he is the head of the family-you know, masculine pride-but never forget I’m the one you really must please. Do you understand?”
Drusilla nodded. “The queen of hearts folds the pack.”
“That’s right. The second thing you must remember…” Darla swirled her hand on Dru’s hipbone, then with the nail of her thumb scratched a small gash across her abdomen. “…is that we prefer a wicked girl to a weak one. It’ll take a bit of practice to get it right, but you’re willing to learn, aren’t you Drusilla?” With that, Darla pressed two fingers between the girl’s legs.
“Ooo, I can be wicked, cross my black heart! Swog me up, use me rough. Forever as the stars twinkle!” Drusilla babbled as Darla expertly moved her fingers and wrist.
After finally withdrawing her hand, Darla said briskly, “All right then. Put on some clothes and we’ll go out for a bite.”
Drusilla sat up, grinning madly. “And afterwards, will you play with me some more, Grandmummy?”
“Only if you stop calling me that. My name is Darla; please use it.”
Drusilla’s only reply was a languid kiss.
Drusilla’s first night of killing had been the needy hunger of the newly born. She’d seemed happy enough, ripping into the skinny soldier boy they’d run into on the way back from the cemetery. But Darla was curious as to what Dru’s tastes and approach would be once given a little freedom-as a mad and prescient vampire, she was one of the strangest phenomenon the supernatural world had seen in quite some time.
Drusilla clung tightly to Darla’s arm as they strolled out of the hotel. “What shall I become,” Dru asked, swaying her head side to side, “in this strange new world? Everything howls its song and I’m supposed to catch,” she made a grasping motion at the thin air, “run and catch, run and catch…”
“Shh, darling,” Darla said. “Don’t fret so. Shall I let you in on a secret?” She paused for effect, and with a devious little grin, continued, “You can be whatever you like. You never again have to be the virtuous woman, the loyal daughter, or the caring sister. And you will never need a man again. Don’t get me wrong, they’re pleasant to have around, but…you are stronger than every human man. You don’t have to be protected from them, but oh, they shall need to be protected from you. So tell me, Drusilla-who do you want to be?”
Darla stopped in the street, then, and lifted her head to face her dark-haired companion. Drusilla looked lost for half a moment, before she began laughing manically.
“I want to be a child forever. Someone’s little princess.” Dru ran the tips of her gloved fingers against Darla’s cheek. “Never got a chance to taste my real mummy. Bet she tasted like blackberries.”
“There are plenty of other mothers to taste, Dru,” Darla sighed, turning her head away from her companion. “And sweet little children.”
“Do you think they’d like to play with me?” Drusilla began circling her flattened palm before her stomach. “Grumble in my teeth?”
“Of course, dear,” she replied absently as she led them towards the orphanage. Darla truly didn’t know what she had been expecting from Drusilla-that she’d be as independent and strong-willed as she was herself? At least, Darla thought, the girl could have a little more spunk.
“’She chanted snatches of old lauds,’” Drusilla said coldly, stopping at the edge of an alleyway, “’as one incapable of her own distress.’” She breathed in a gasp of air and took Darla’s hands. “That’s your view, Queen Grandmother. The bees fly in my head but they make a full puzzle, if you can hear the songs. Who rules the other, the bee or the flower? I can sway without the wind’s help,” she said, showing that she could.
Darla shook her head. “I simply do not understand you,” she said angrily.
“No,” Dru agreed, “No one ever could, not even my own knight.” Suddenly she cocked her head, as if to listen. “Uh oh, baby’s crying. Lost his way on the outing.” She leaned in close to Darla’s ear and whispered, “Want to see me be a naughty princess?”
Darla sighed and placed a chaste kiss on Dru’s pallid cheek. “I’ll be watching, darling. Go on and play.”
Hours later, the girls returned to the hotel, laughing and blood-drunk. Angelus still hadn’t returned, but neither seemed to mind as they helped each other out of their dresses and petticoats, ripping the pins from their hair.
“Oww,” Drusilla mewed after a hard tug on her dark locks, “That hurt.”
“Shall I do it again?” Darla asked.
“Oh yeah.”
They pulled and pushed, kissed and scratched their way onto the bed. Darla pressed her naked body up against Drusilla’s and rubbed against skin flush with borrowed warmth. Sex was always best after a feed.
They rolled over so that Darla was on top. She sat back on her knees, her luscious blond hair forming a cloud around her head. “I’m beginning to see how he could still be enamoured of you,” she said.
“Oh, that’s kind of you,” Dru said breathlessly, “Daddy so wanted us to get on.” A slow, wicked smile grew on her face. “If I please you, will you forgive my flaws?”
“I’ll consider it.”
Angelus knelt by the bed where Darla held the sleeping Drusilla in her arms.
“Had a good night, I take it?” Angelus asked.
“Yes. I’d say we both enjoyed ourselves immensely,” Darla said, stroking Dru’s hair. “She’s always going to need someone, you know. We can’t just abandon her when we get tired of her.”
“Ah, she’ll find a playmate of her own in time. Besides, how could we tire of a creature so full of surprises?”
“Hmm.” Darla let go of Dru and turned on her side to face Angelus. “How quickly did Troy tire of Cassandra?” she asked with an arched eyebrow. But then she kissed him and whispered, “Come on, let’s go into the other room and let our sleeping beauty rest.”
Author: jaspreetpink
Recipient: deifire
Fandom: Buffyverse
Pairing: Darla/Drusilla (obligitory Angelus/Darla and Angelus/Dru implied)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: about 1,500
Disclaimer: I do not own any sexy vamps. These particular sexy vamps are borrowed from Joss Whedon and Co.
Warnings: Sex, pain, madness. Just the usual.
Summary: On her second night as a vampire, Drusilla spends some quality time with Darla.
Darla knew he would tire of his new toy after a day. Well, that wasn’t completely accurate. Angelus had played with Drusilla for months while she was mortal, but now the game had been won. Now the girl was nothing more than a muttering, lunatic vampire, freshly raised from the ground.
“I need a night of simple kills,” Angelus proclaimed as he pulled on his trousers. Drusilla lay naked on the bed, wide-eyed among the rumpled sheets.
“Crimson and scarlet treats, penny a piece for a little girl…” Drusilla whimpered.
“Aren’t you going to take your daughter hunting?” Darla said from the doorway, perfectly composed in her white satin dress.
Angelus put on his jacket. “I think the girl should get to know her grandmother,” he said with a grin.
“I’m not anyone’s grandmother, nor am I going to play nursemaid.”
“Aww, but you like to play it when I’m around.” Angelus came and wrapped his arms around Darla’s waist. “Truthfully, Darla, she’s going to be with us for quite a while. You should get to be friends.”
“I really don’t think that will happen,” she said caustically. “You’re sick of her prattling already; I can tell.”
“I just need a few hours to myself.” Angelus leaned down and gave Darla a passionate kiss. “I may have started with Dru,” he whispered in her ear, “but I’m saving the best for last.”
Darla groaned, but with the air of a good sport said, “All right, but you’ll owe me, Angelus.”
“You can exact your payment later,” he whispered with a final kiss before pulling away. Over his shoulder he called, “good night, Dru,” before stalking out of the ornate hotel doors.
“Daddy?” Drusilla sounded confused as she said it, slightly lifting her head.
Darla folded her arms and with one arched eyebrow examined the vampire her dear, wicked boy had made. Truth be told, Drusilla had a stark and unnatural beauty, but it wouldn’t do her any good to know it. “You’re not much to look at,” Darla lied with a bright smile. Moving to the bed, she sat beside the girl. “Pretty, I suppose, in a pinched sort of way.”
Drusilla blinked up at her and began to silently weep. “Don’t you like me, Grandmummy?”
Not being particularly soft-hearted or tolerant of weakness, Darla cringed at this display. And yet…perhaps it was the manipulative, maternal streak in her, but Darla began to stroke Drusilla’s cold cheek. She might be fun to play with, Darla thought idly.
“I was only teasing, darling,” she said, moving her hand down to Drusilla’s throat and collarbone, stroking and slowly moving her hand down the girl’s body. “You’re a part of this family now, Drusilla. And you have much to learn. The first being, I am in charge.” Darla punctuated the statement with a rough pinch to Dru’s nipple. “I allow Angelus to think he is the head of the family-you know, masculine pride-but never forget I’m the one you really must please. Do you understand?”
Drusilla nodded. “The queen of hearts folds the pack.”
“That’s right. The second thing you must remember…” Darla swirled her hand on Dru’s hipbone, then with the nail of her thumb scratched a small gash across her abdomen. “…is that we prefer a wicked girl to a weak one. It’ll take a bit of practice to get it right, but you’re willing to learn, aren’t you Drusilla?” With that, Darla pressed two fingers between the girl’s legs.
“Ooo, I can be wicked, cross my black heart! Swog me up, use me rough. Forever as the stars twinkle!” Drusilla babbled as Darla expertly moved her fingers and wrist.
After finally withdrawing her hand, Darla said briskly, “All right then. Put on some clothes and we’ll go out for a bite.”
Drusilla sat up, grinning madly. “And afterwards, will you play with me some more, Grandmummy?”
“Only if you stop calling me that. My name is Darla; please use it.”
Drusilla’s only reply was a languid kiss.
Drusilla’s first night of killing had been the needy hunger of the newly born. She’d seemed happy enough, ripping into the skinny soldier boy they’d run into on the way back from the cemetery. But Darla was curious as to what Dru’s tastes and approach would be once given a little freedom-as a mad and prescient vampire, she was one of the strangest phenomenon the supernatural world had seen in quite some time.
Drusilla clung tightly to Darla’s arm as they strolled out of the hotel. “What shall I become,” Dru asked, swaying her head side to side, “in this strange new world? Everything howls its song and I’m supposed to catch,” she made a grasping motion at the thin air, “run and catch, run and catch…”
“Shh, darling,” Darla said. “Don’t fret so. Shall I let you in on a secret?” She paused for effect, and with a devious little grin, continued, “You can be whatever you like. You never again have to be the virtuous woman, the loyal daughter, or the caring sister. And you will never need a man again. Don’t get me wrong, they’re pleasant to have around, but…you are stronger than every human man. You don’t have to be protected from them, but oh, they shall need to be protected from you. So tell me, Drusilla-who do you want to be?”
Darla stopped in the street, then, and lifted her head to face her dark-haired companion. Drusilla looked lost for half a moment, before she began laughing manically.
“I want to be a child forever. Someone’s little princess.” Dru ran the tips of her gloved fingers against Darla’s cheek. “Never got a chance to taste my real mummy. Bet she tasted like blackberries.”
“There are plenty of other mothers to taste, Dru,” Darla sighed, turning her head away from her companion. “And sweet little children.”
“Do you think they’d like to play with me?” Drusilla began circling her flattened palm before her stomach. “Grumble in my teeth?”
“Of course, dear,” she replied absently as she led them towards the orphanage. Darla truly didn’t know what she had been expecting from Drusilla-that she’d be as independent and strong-willed as she was herself? At least, Darla thought, the girl could have a little more spunk.
“’She chanted snatches of old lauds,’” Drusilla said coldly, stopping at the edge of an alleyway, “’as one incapable of her own distress.’” She breathed in a gasp of air and took Darla’s hands. “That’s your view, Queen Grandmother. The bees fly in my head but they make a full puzzle, if you can hear the songs. Who rules the other, the bee or the flower? I can sway without the wind’s help,” she said, showing that she could.
Darla shook her head. “I simply do not understand you,” she said angrily.
“No,” Dru agreed, “No one ever could, not even my own knight.” Suddenly she cocked her head, as if to listen. “Uh oh, baby’s crying. Lost his way on the outing.” She leaned in close to Darla’s ear and whispered, “Want to see me be a naughty princess?”
Darla sighed and placed a chaste kiss on Dru’s pallid cheek. “I’ll be watching, darling. Go on and play.”
Hours later, the girls returned to the hotel, laughing and blood-drunk. Angelus still hadn’t returned, but neither seemed to mind as they helped each other out of their dresses and petticoats, ripping the pins from their hair.
“Oww,” Drusilla mewed after a hard tug on her dark locks, “That hurt.”
“Shall I do it again?” Darla asked.
“Oh yeah.”
They pulled and pushed, kissed and scratched their way onto the bed. Darla pressed her naked body up against Drusilla’s and rubbed against skin flush with borrowed warmth. Sex was always best after a feed.
They rolled over so that Darla was on top. She sat back on her knees, her luscious blond hair forming a cloud around her head. “I’m beginning to see how he could still be enamoured of you,” she said.
“Oh, that’s kind of you,” Dru said breathlessly, “Daddy so wanted us to get on.” A slow, wicked smile grew on her face. “If I please you, will you forgive my flaws?”
“I’ll consider it.”
Angelus knelt by the bed where Darla held the sleeping Drusilla in her arms.
“Had a good night, I take it?” Angelus asked.
“Yes. I’d say we both enjoyed ourselves immensely,” Darla said, stroking Dru’s hair. “She’s always going to need someone, you know. We can’t just abandon her when we get tired of her.”
“Ah, she’ll find a playmate of her own in time. Besides, how could we tire of a creature so full of surprises?”
“Hmm.” Darla let go of Dru and turned on her side to face Angelus. “How quickly did Troy tire of Cassandra?” she asked with an arched eyebrow. But then she kissed him and whispered, “Come on, let’s go into the other room and let our sleeping beauty rest.”