I'll Sing You One-O, (1/1)
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sevendeadlyfunCharacters: Drusilla, Spike
Rating: R
Summary: Future fic based on known comics canon- Between heaven and earth, Angels walked and smiled when Death made a curtsy.
A/N: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tamingthemuse #80-rule number seven and inspired by kidcyclone who said she wanted to see a story revolving around a more canon-esque Drusilla. Hope this hits the spot, love! Also, would love con/crit on my Dru characterization from any and all. She's a tough character to write...
She glided serenely up to the gates, her long skirts coiling and uncoiling around her ankles, little serpents that hissed only for her. She reached a thin hand up to stroke the thick wrought iron of the gate, smiling at the bars the kept her from her desire. She cocked her head, eyes drifting closed as she swayed lightly to the music of hissing serpents.
“Naughty,” she whispered. “Won’t learn his lessons, won’t do as he’s told. Sneaking away before the party’s half-begun and half-begun is almost done. That won’t do at all.”
She tightened her hand, the twisted metal losing its design in her hands. Black chips fell on black hair, a snowfall of damnation. She stared at the opening she’d made, the bars slick with her blood.
“I can hear you,” she murmured, stepping lightly through the gate. “Your death is like a song. One is one and all alone and never more shall be.”
There was magic here, crackling up her skin and into her blood. She could feel a witch’s power, magic from dirt and vine that sizzled against the magic of the grave. Between heaven and earth, the angels walked and smiled when death made a curtsy. Death had its own special powers that slept uneasily, stirring things that shouldn’t be, couldn’t be and she curtseyed as the door opened.
“Y-you,” the man stammered.
“Show me your eyes,” she commanded. “See me.”
The man stiffened, face going slack for a moment and she pursed her lips. His mind was complicated, full of pictures that ran too fast; squawks of sound that dribbled away to nothing or shouted so loudly she couldn’t understand. She trailed a crimson fingertip down his cheek, bringing a droplet of his blood to her lips.
“Not nice to play with your food, Dru,” Spike said dryly. “Especially when you’re tasting a Slayer’s Watcher. Bad form to kill the servant before the master, innit?”
“Rule number seven,” she replied airily, wrapping her hands around the man’s neck. “Do you remember that, Spike? The schoolroom rules and times tables that kept everything tidy?”
“Can’t say that I do, pet,” Spike responded, eyes softening for a moment. “Life with Angelus was never tidy.”
“He’s flying away,” Drusilla said sadly, hips rocking to and fro. “Angels walk and death takes a bow. His beating heart, Spike, it screams. I hear all its lovely screams.”
“I know,” Spike said softly. “I hear it, too. Come to make things right, have you? Take advantage of Angel while he’s down?”
She stared up at him, cunning finally matched. He was hers, her Spike, her deadly delicious boy and no one else knew her. Angelus made her, but Spike matched her.
“Rule number one, my sweet.” Drusilla smiled up at him, a sneer that lit up her mad eyes.
“I am the Lord thy God.” Spike sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Bloody Angelus!”
Drusilla nodded, eyes again drifting closed as the little serpents whispered to her.
“Psst, psst, psst,” she chanted. “I know what you want, Spike. I see your dreams, full of blood and song. Revels for the prince and riches for the king. You’ll not steal the crown, pretty prince. The king calls this tune and his fiddlers won’t play for you.”
“Right,” Spike nodded. “Luv, that means fuck all to me right now. Don’t want anyone’s bloody crown, don’t want to be here, don’t want…”
“You don’t want Angel to die,” Drusilla finished softly. “He doesn’t have to. We can save him.”
She removed her hand from where it rested against her hostage’s throat and held it out to Spike. He stared at it, eyes flicking from her face to her hand. After a long moment, he reached out towards her, entwining their fingers.
“One is one and all alone and never more shall be,” she murmured, tugging lightly at Spike’s hand.
Rating: R
Summary: Future fic based on known comics canon- Between heaven and earth, Angels walked and smiled when Death made a curtsy.
A/N: Written for
tamingthemuse #80-rule number seven and inspired by kidcyclone who said she wanted to see a story revolving around a more canon-esque Drusilla. Hope this hits the spot, love! Also, would love con/crit on my Dru characterization from any and all. She's a tough character to write...She glided serenely up to the gates, her long skirts coiling and uncoiling around her ankles, little serpents that hissed only for her. She reached a thin hand up to stroke the thick wrought iron of the gate, smiling at the bars the kept her from her desire. She cocked her head, eyes drifting closed as she swayed lightly to the music of hissing serpents.
“Naughty,” she whispered. “Won’t learn his lessons, won’t do as he’s told. Sneaking away before the party’s half-begun and half-begun is almost done. That won’t do at all.”
She tightened her hand, the twisted metal losing its design in her hands. Black chips fell on black hair, a snowfall of damnation. She stared at the opening she’d made, the bars slick with her blood.
“I can hear you,” she murmured, stepping lightly through the gate. “Your death is like a song. One is one and all alone and never more shall be.”
There was magic here, crackling up her skin and into her blood. She could feel a witch’s power, magic from dirt and vine that sizzled against the magic of the grave. Between heaven and earth, the angels walked and smiled when death made a curtsy. Death had its own special powers that slept uneasily, stirring things that shouldn’t be, couldn’t be and she curtseyed as the door opened.
“Y-you,” the man stammered.
“Show me your eyes,” she commanded. “See me.”
The man stiffened, face going slack for a moment and she pursed her lips. His mind was complicated, full of pictures that ran too fast; squawks of sound that dribbled away to nothing or shouted so loudly she couldn’t understand. She trailed a crimson fingertip down his cheek, bringing a droplet of his blood to her lips.
“Not nice to play with your food, Dru,” Spike said dryly. “Especially when you’re tasting a Slayer’s Watcher. Bad form to kill the servant before the master, innit?”
“Rule number seven,” she replied airily, wrapping her hands around the man’s neck. “Do you remember that, Spike? The schoolroom rules and times tables that kept everything tidy?”
“Can’t say that I do, pet,” Spike responded, eyes softening for a moment. “Life with Angelus was never tidy.”
“He’s flying away,” Drusilla said sadly, hips rocking to and fro. “Angels walk and death takes a bow. His beating heart, Spike, it screams. I hear all its lovely screams.”
“I know,” Spike said softly. “I hear it, too. Come to make things right, have you? Take advantage of Angel while he’s down?”
She stared up at him, cunning finally matched. He was hers, her Spike, her deadly delicious boy and no one else knew her. Angelus made her, but Spike matched her.
“Rule number one, my sweet.” Drusilla smiled up at him, a sneer that lit up her mad eyes.
“I am the Lord thy God.” Spike sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Bloody Angelus!”
Drusilla nodded, eyes again drifting closed as the little serpents whispered to her.
“Psst, psst, psst,” she chanted. “I know what you want, Spike. I see your dreams, full of blood and song. Revels for the prince and riches for the king. You’ll not steal the crown, pretty prince. The king calls this tune and his fiddlers won’t play for you.”
“Right,” Spike nodded. “Luv, that means fuck all to me right now. Don’t want anyone’s bloody crown, don’t want to be here, don’t want…”
“You don’t want Angel to die,” Drusilla finished softly. “He doesn’t have to. We can save him.”
She removed her hand from where it rested against her hostage’s throat and held it out to Spike. He stared at it, eyes flicking from her face to her hand. After a long moment, he reached out towards her, entwining their fingers.
“One is one and all alone and never more shall be,” she murmured, tugging lightly at Spike’s hand.
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on 2008-02-02 06:34 am (UTC)Dark, crazy, cunning, always going back to her family, that's our Dru and you showed that.
Writing her is really hard, especially her enigmatic talk. I think you did a really good job on that. I particularly like this line: “Won’t learn his lessons, won’t do as he’s told. Sneaking away before the party’s half-begun and half-begun is almost done. That won’t do at all.”. So Dru.
And I would definitely love it if she showed up in After the fall, to bring her daddy back!
Loved it hun! :) xxx
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on 2008-02-02 10:50 pm (UTC)Again I say - shiver!
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on 2008-11-21 03:20 pm (UTC)Loved her discussion of the rules :)
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on 2009-11-25 08:06 pm (UTC)Now I want to see a fic about 'the rules' that Dru has learnt by heart and Spike doubtless delighted in flouting at every chance he got.
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on 2009-12-11 11:30 am (UTC)SADFACE.
The world needs more good Dru fic. I'm pleased you enjoyed this, though and thank you for all the many convos we've had about characterization. It's really helped me to push past fanon conventions and tropes to become a better writer.