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

[hamsterbait]

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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[ voice ]

[downtonine]

What the hell did you do to me, you bitch!

[ hello drusilla, do you recognize the sound of your own voice? ]

[Visual]

[hamsterbait]

She does, but she doesn't answer. Not at first. She twirled, gracefully, in front of the mirror, wondering what she could do to make this body more acceptable. She smoothed her hands over Cordelia's hips, a thoughtful frown on her unfamiliar face.

"I didn't do it," she said, eventually. "Why would I want to be you?"

[ voice ]

[downtonine]

[ ...okay, weirder and weirder. she's... actually talking to herself. or her body, to be more precise, only that someone else is in it. cordelia's already experienced what it was like to see her body from the outside, but this? totally different. ]

Who wouldn't want to be me? [ that was rhetorical, by the way. ] And hello, not like you should be underestimated - however insane you might be.

[Visual]

[hamsterbait]

She answered the question with a dark look. She'd been a vampire. Even with the chip in her head, she'd been powerful and free. Why would she want to go back to being human?

Turning back to the mirror, she experimentally piled Cordelia's hair up on her head. It would do.

"I hope you're going to look after me."

[ visual ]

[speisialta]

Too many sounds, too many faces - things he recognized and others that he didn't. It was part familiar, part strange and altogether horrifying in a way even his soulless self wouldn't find amusement in. Walking had been hard to the point of impossible where he'd fallen over and just laid on the ground in attempt to get a grip on his mind before he even tried the legs again. The tablet on his wrist provided enough of a distraction as he tried to focus on it and not...whatever else he was seeing.

(River, you can have your hallucinations back, Angel does not want them.)

"Cordy?"

[Visual]

[hamsterbait]

She didn't recognise the speaker - the person moving the lips, rather than the person who owned them - and decided to keep up the pretense for a little longer. Just in case. Drusilla had no love for River, but a lot of foolish people in the city trusted the Vision Girl.

"And you are ..?"