hismasterpiece: (doll mouth)
Drusilla ([personal profile] hismasterpiece) wrote2012-03-27 02:46 pm
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2. LAMBING.

Tonight, just after sundown, there is a ruckus on one of the farms northeast of the village. When the bleating dies down, several dead lambs might be found in one of the enclosures. The ewes paw and nose at the bodies, dumb terror still fresh in their eyes.

Forest animals just have not been cutting it for Drusilla. But the vampire has been too wary to approach the village and feed there -- not without her Family, those who strengthen her. She stalks the journals during the day when she's not sleeping. Two slayers? A vampire hunter? All sorts of overpowered freaks and heroes and demons? She might be mad, but Dru is not stupid enough to attempt any kills in the village. Yet.

As she tears through the last lamb, the vampire laments to herself how much more fun this would be with Spike. And then she convinces herself in a long, drawn-out argument with a curiously red evening star -- which she quickly names Ethelind -- to spy on the sleeping village. Find out where the sweetest victims lay their heads. Her tattered white new-feather sundress, covered only by a black lace shawl, is stained red with lambs' blood. The dress of her porcelain doll, which she is carrying with her, is also stained. Perhaps she can stop at the shop for a new frock, and one for dolly, too.

When she glides through the village, Drusilla will dare to peek into some windows. She cannot enter any homes without an invitation.

[Dru will not be lingering around anyone she has identified as a threat. She is a powerful vampire but far more bold when working with lackeys or her "family" -- Angel, Spike, Darla. IF YOU WANT YOUR CHARACTER TO DIE OR BE INJURED AT THIS TIME JUST TELL ME IN A SUBJECT LINE, otherwise she won't be killing or hurting anyone in this post.]
folklorist: (Er. Um. Don't kill me please)

[personal profile] folklorist 2012-04-06 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Helios will wince giving a sheepish, uncertain, laugh as he takes another step backwards holding up both his hands injured and non-injured. ] O-Oh no. I-I'm not really o-one for, for royalty and such. I'm just an ordinary man after all.

[ He knows it's not what she means at all. ]
honestapples: (Lope)

[personal profile] honestapples 2012-04-06 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, any creature that can just snap through rope like that isn't anything Applejack wants to test her strength against. Winona and the lamb have already gotten to safety, so she just backs up a couple steps before bolting.

Time to put some good use to all the speed in her legs.
most_unwanted: (making a point)

[personal profile] most_unwanted 2012-04-07 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, don't go knocking the daylight. It's good for vitamin D and... tans. You're going to meet a lot of opposition if you try turning anyone against their will.
relictusdeus: (smile in profile)

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2012-04-07 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Under the curse, this Forgemaster would have spat out the name 'Belmont' with no small measure of venom - for after all, while Hector had been the one to betray Lord Dracula, it was Trevor and his companions whom had slain the vampire lord the first time. The castle Isaac had called home had crumbled afterwards, his life - and his sanity - seemingly with it...

That day three years ago, he would never forget.
]

If the Belmont were to rise from the dead and set foot upon this soil tomorrow... I assure you, 'twould mean far greater to you than to me.

[Well, at least Isaac thought he had killed Trevor when he had buried a knife deep into his back. A shame that the handsome ones always fought the wrong side...]
Edited 2012-04-07 08:58 (UTC)
herotypical: [ slayer ; angry ; ow ] (✝ oh yes oh yes)

[personal profile] herotypical 2012-04-07 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
No he's dead no he's dead no he's dead.

She stumbled backwards -- rocked worse by the image simply by knowing the man's fate. It didn't matter that one day, she too would go home only to see him again in the months leading up to his death but...but she still could not shake the feeling of never seeing him again.

Except like this.

"You!" She jabbed blindly with the stake-end of the scythe. "You're the one who does it...?"
simplestgift: (This is not good.)

[personal profile] simplestgift 2012-04-07 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Time to go.

"Stay back." He backs away slowly, trying to put distance between them first. Then, heart pounding, he takes off running at a right angle.
quicktoanger: (Contemplate)

[personal profile] quicktoanger 2012-04-09 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Witch. That might not be a bad word for her. A rogue Wizard who'd defied the White Council so many times, it was a wonder she'd never found herself on the wrong end of a Warden's sword. She'd spent more time among the Fae and the creatures of the underworld than with her fellow wizards, though from what I understood, her motivations tended to be altruistic.

"Nah, I guess she just had a new-age thing going on."

Well. Not a vampire. There's a relief. I let the pentagram fall outside of my shirt and continued walking.
folklorist: (Dour. Something is coming)

[personal profile] folklorist 2012-04-11 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ He does look into her eyes if only briefly. But oh how he'll regret doing that. The mentioning of Giles makes him falter in his retreat, if ever so slightly. Watcher. She knew Giles... ] H-How do you...how do you know-

[ How does she know about Giles and that Helios even knew him? He should run, probably, yes. He knows he should because something is very, very wrong. ]
most_unwanted: (call to arms)

[personal profile] most_unwanted 2012-04-11 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
I'm going to have to pass on that. Nothing personal... but being an undead creature of the night would interfere with my social life.
relictusdeus: (Savour it)

*fought on the wrong side

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2012-04-11 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
There is something to be said of a man who lasts for some time even with a dagger through his heart. He was still breathing, as I recall, when I left him to bleed out.

[Shutting his eyes, he briefly indulges in sadistic fantasies. The imagination is a powerful thing.]

Him and his sort... have been a thorn in Dracula's side. He was very... resilient, I will grant him that. [A deep giggle.] The whip he bears is imbued with magic, especially effective at destroying all who thrive in darkness.

[When battling him, he hadn't been struck by it - - and it was with some measure of curiosity and interest that he contemplated how much it would have hurt.]
herotypical: [ wtf ; concerned ; sad ] (✝ but i'm the one on my knees)

1/2

[personal profile] herotypical 2012-04-11 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"N-no."

Not again. Her steps were staggered and she fought against the vision -- dimly aware that it couldn't be real even as her mind bought the entire picture. Believed the grief and felt the panic. Remembered the pirate's emptied body on her front step. Jack.
herotypical: [ slaying ; stake ; wtf ] (✝ all wrong)

2/2

[personal profile] herotypical 2012-04-11 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
She jabbed once again -- cut to the quick by this vision and therefore quickly cutting. Willfully fighting back against a sight that was threatening to overwhelm her. But it was hard to know where she was aiming when all she could see was blood and horror.
iratus: (Confusion)

[personal profile] iratus 2012-04-12 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
He was half way into his trip when he saw the girl coming his way, moving slower than her usual graceful stride. It would seem she needed no saving, but perhaps a little direction towards somewhere less dangerous.

"Trouble, Drusilla?"
quicktoanger: (Default)

Sure you will, Harry. Sure you will.

[personal profile] quicktoanger 2012-04-12 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
And most of them had no idea what they were doing, but that was a rant for another time.

"Yeah, that sounds like her."

When we arrived at the community building, I held the door for her. Old habits and all, though it occurred to me that I was inadvertently encouraging her slightly uncomfortable fixation.

I didn't think I was likely to get much sleep tonight, tired as I was. I was probably just going to be up all night looking through the journal to see if there were any mental health professionals in the village.

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