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.]
mountain_sage: (Fire)

[personal profile] mountain_sage 2012-04-16 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[He backs away from her, holding the Thunder tome more tightly. Part of him doesn't want to hurt her, as she appears so human and so beautiful. So he gives her another warning.]

I...I don't want to do this. So I shall ask you once more. Please leave.
simplestgift: (Uneasy)

[personal profile] simplestgift 2012-04-17 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
The stake. The stake Buffy gave him, sitting somewhere in his house. But he's in the woods. Breaking off a dead stick would create a stake, wouldn't it?

But not now. Not while it would make noise that would draw her attention. He knows that much from all his experiences hiding. This can't be as bad, not by a long shot, as hiding from the Spanish guards near Ferrol. If she turns him, Buffy will end it. He's still dealing with what they did to him after they recaptured him. If he can survive that, this isn't so bad.

His jaw sets. His eyes locate a fallen branch nearby. His hand tightens on the pistol.
relictusdeus: (Flirt)

Thanks for the thread. <:3

[personal profile] relictusdeus 2012-04-17 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Him, a gentleman? That succubus had said he was so savage... No answer. He simply sees her off with a smile and gazes thoughtfully into the darkness.]
most_unwanted: (is that what you were extending?)

[personal profile] most_unwanted 2012-04-17 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
If I call you just "Queen" will you be offended?

[Joke with dangerous things. Keep her talking, at any rate. This method somehow has to work, so he can stall her here at least long enough until dawn happens. Right? Maybe... Mulder is going to see what he can do, anyway.]
quicktoanger: (Neutral)

[personal profile] quicktoanger 2012-04-18 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
I resisted the impulse to bristle, for a number of reasons. First of all, crazy lady. Can't expect tact from a crazy lady. Second of all, it was sparse. I had done nothing with it, except the locked center bedroom which I'd put my lab equipment into.

"Guess I'm just a plain white biscuit sort of guy." I waved off to the room I had sort-of claimed.

"Bed's there, if you want to get some sleep. Think I'll do the same, actually."

The sofa was inoffensive and sparse, like the rest of the unit. I really missed my own hideously ugly and ridiculously comfortable sofa back home. I reached beneath the frame, found a spare blanket I'd grabbed just in case, and tossed it onto the seat, kicking off my shoes and sitting down.

"Night."
iratus: (Travel)

[personal profile] iratus 2012-04-18 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He wondered if perhaps this was a waste of time. If she was to pursue this, soon he would be suspected too. Especially since the girl he fed from returned to life. Troublesome. All of it.

"Very well. Off we go, then. I shall play your doctor this time. If you continue to act this foolishly, I will not be there to help you lick your wounds."
bloodwaif: (must be strangely exciting)

[personal profile] bloodwaif 2012-04-19 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"The licking rarely helps, I find." But, obediently, she went with him. Drusilla was smart enough to know when to rely on another. And she liked it. She liked the care. She liked the sense of family, even if now the word had become so blackened and skewed that it held little of the traditional meaning for her.
bloodwaif: (like anyone would be)

[personal profile] bloodwaif 2012-04-19 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Night." He eyes flashed. "We don't sleep at night, darling. And you look cherry-filled to me." Drusilla made no move to enter the bedroom. Instead, she reached one slender white arm high over her head and stretched before letting her nails drift down the nearby wall.

The paint flecked off beneath her nails.
bloodwaif: (like anyone would be)

[personal profile] bloodwaif 2012-04-19 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
It depends on the tone you use, my fair shining knight. [She is more than glad to keep talking -- few will stomach this much of her nonsense, really.] Will you call me queen as though you wish to worship me?
bloodwaif: (like any hot-blooded woman)

[personal profile] bloodwaif 2012-04-19 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I would never crack your bones," she whispers. "I would only steal your breath, beautiful boy. And give you back something much tastier and grander: unlife forever. I should worship you!"

She THINKS he might be around here somewhere, but her senses are still numbed by the barrier. Dru turns toward a nearby collection of boulders, the opposite direction from where Archie is hiding. If he's quick, he can probably sneak away without her noticing right off.
bloodwaif: (like any hot-blooded woman)

[personal profile] bloodwaif 2012-04-19 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Not without you. You are so beautiful! I should tie your necktie each morning, duckie, and send you off with lunch all packed! And then? You and I? We would travel the world and leave it burning in our wake.

[She eyes that tome, sensing that this might spell badness for her. This and only this keeps her from lunging right at him, but Saleh might need to utilize his magic to throw her out.]
quicktoanger: (I'm okay!)

[personal profile] quicktoanger 2012-04-19 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
We don't sleep at night.

We don't sleep at- oh, Hell's Bells. This was bad. This was bad.

I stood up off the couch, holding the pentacle amulet out in front of me.

It hadn't worked before, but I didn't have much. Oh, hell. Oh, hell.

"... Oh, trust me, there's nothing cherry flavored here."

How the hell did she not pull away from the pentacle? How the hell-

Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Different universe, different magic, different rules, Harry, you idiot, you said that. You said it to yourself and you said it to Molly.

And now you've invited her into the damn house, you idiot.

I kept the pentacle out in front of me, desperately channeling my faith into it once again.

Not that I really thought it would accomplish much, but I was a little strapped for options.
quicktoanger: (Anger)

[personal profile] quicktoanger 2012-04-19 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, it's good to know I wasn't the only one missing something."

She was talking now, and it... seemed to placate her. I had taken it for fascination earlier, but now the shift from predatory to relaxed was much more obvious. Good, this was good. Just keep her at bay, get your wits around you.

"Now, then. You were going to kill me. That's a little problematic for me. And now that I've invited you into my house, you can kill me anyway."

Hmm. I could try fire, but I hadn't tossed any around in a serious fight since I got here. I could barely hurt her, or I could blast out a supporting wall and bring the whole building down.

I'd had enough of that back home. Not the preferred option.

Force magic didn't work well on vampires back home, since they had a high threshold to both pain and physical injury, I didn't have any stakes or holy items. Somehow I didn't see the rice working.

All I had was a pentacle that made her vaguely less inclined to kill me. Temporarily.

"So. To answer your question? Yes. I'm a wizard. Big, bad spooky wizard. And I'm a nice guy, so I'm gonna go ahead and give you one chance- and one only- to tell me why I shouldn't smite you where you stand so you don't come back and kill me in my sleep."

I'd gotten damn good at bluffing in my time, but who the hell knew if it was good enough?
iratus: (Calling)

[personal profile] iratus 2012-04-19 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
It was enough for him that she followed. So he continue on, moving slowly so as not to lose her. He did not expect a wounded girl to move very fast, dead or not. He still remained wary that they may be followed.

"Now tell me, what did you do to bring out this slayer?"
mountain_sage: (Pose)

[personal profile] mountain_sage 2012-04-19 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Some of her words confuse him. Why is she calling him "duckie?" And what is a "necktie?" Sending him off with a packed lunch seems like she's treating him like a child. However, the last words are quite clear. Something Saleh won't give in to.]

[Not without him, she says. So she would leave if he left with her as well? That gives him an idea. It would be easier to lure her out by leaving with her than to force her out with his magic. So Saleh makes his way over to the door.]


Then come.

[He opens the door, waiting for her to follow.]
folklorist: (Dour. Something is coming)

[personal profile] folklorist 2012-04-19 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
N-No. I-I'm sure you're, you're not. But it...it's there to-to make things easier for you a-and to help you...

[ Also not to, well, put her or anyone else in danger. Helios swallows thickly still moving away looking around for a means of escape. ] E-Every being deserves the right to, to eat after all.
mountain_sage: (GBA)

[personal profile] mountain_sage 2012-04-20 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
I would rather avoid getting blood on the carpets if possible...

[But she may not be too fond of Saleh's plan. Once they get outside, it should be easier to escape or drive her away with his magic. Saleh walks down the hall, glancing back from the corner of his eye, watching for any move she might make. And then he steps outside a few feet away from the building and turns to face her.]

Was there anywhere you wanted to go?

[He'd play along for a bit to see what she's up to.]
folklorist: (Downcast)

[personal profile] folklorist 2012-04-20 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Helios actually stops at that. Inner conflict rising up slightly. On one hand feeding her would mean less people harmed, more protected, people wouldn't be in danger of being attacked. Even if she wasn't a vampire from his world...he couldn't help but want to try and help her in someway. And yet he knows it's a stupid idea, a very bad, very stupid idea. But it makes him falter in his retreat probably enough so for Drusilla to pounce. ]
quicktoanger: (Anger)

[personal profile] quicktoanger 2012-04-21 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I felt the strain as my knuckles tightened on the pentacle's chain. My hand grasped for a blasting rod that wasn't here.

"Strangely? That isn't making me feel much better. Oh, and if you'd be so good as to take off my coat? I'd rather not mess it up."

Hmm. Yeah, regardless of what happened, I'd be a lot happier if I wasn't fighting my own protective enchantments.

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