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.]
quicktoanger: (Brood)

[personal profile] quicktoanger 2012-03-28 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Escort the lady to her destination? A little old fashioned, but I could manage.

Oh, man, her hand was freezing. Something in the back of my head was nagging, but I bit it back and shrugged off the duster to offer it to her.

"Where did you need to go?"

... Wait a minute.

Her hand was freezing.

Pale. Out at night. Freezing cold. She wasn't...

...Nah. Not here. I'd left that all behind me, clearly.

[personal profile] herd_effect 2012-03-28 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
What have you lost? Are you new here?
fuckthemission: smartass;; unsure (Ooooh... right...)

[personal profile] fuckthemission 2012-03-28 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[...]

Frighten some men, huh?

[He glances at her, scanning her over again, eyes squinting against the dark. If he's ever asked 'what sounds like a blanketed ominous threat', that would do it, right there. But he's armed and she's just a New Feather. It'll be fiiine.]

... Well, I couldn't imagine why, Drusilla. [Not that he sounds 100% behind that. Always keeps his hand on his hip. And possibly a good few feet between them. Seriously hoping I won't have to regret stopping to check on you, missy.] You a chaser of sorts?
bloodwaif: (must be strangely exciting)

[personal profile] bloodwaif 2012-03-28 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Dru wasn't letting go of that hand. In fact, once the duster was settled around her shoulders she was weaving closer to Harry, snakelike. With so little light, it might be more difficult to hypnotize him. She was still going to try. She loved it when victims tried to help her.

She leaned in and sniffed. Somewhere beneath his warm skin a red river was rushing in an intoxicating rhythm.

"Home. Bring me home."

[personal profile] herd_effect 2012-03-28 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Well now, she's a cryptic one. He takes on a mildly confused look.]

Do you need some help finding a place to stay?
bloodwaif: (you speak of my love)

[personal profile] bloodwaif 2012-03-28 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Like Artemis? Favored of the moon! The two of us are sisters. I never have to chase, Rick Doyle.

[She doesn't seem bothered by the chilly spring night. Dru walks very gracefully and allows him to keep his distance. Eventually, though, she will tire of this entertainment.]
bloodwaif: (an unfortunate slight)

[personal profile] bloodwaif 2012-03-28 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[She tucks her doll under one arm and holds out both hands toward him, and her face is suddenly expressionless.]

Let me stay with you. I don't want to be lonesome any longer.
quicktoanger: (Concern)

[personal profile] quicktoanger 2012-03-28 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. This lady was a few cookies short of a holiday platter, clearly. Acted like a little kid, almost.

Patient, Harry. She's probably trying her best.

"Where is your home?"
bloodwaif: (like anyone would be)

[personal profile] bloodwaif 2012-03-28 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Instead of answering, she turned her face and buried her nose and mouth against the collar of his jacket. The scent was divine, and she suddenly cared very little about keeping her game face in check. It threatened to drive her out of her cautious approach and into a veritable feeding frenzy.

With a shudder, she clung to human form. A soft sigh was the only answer to his question.
fuckthemission: smartass;; annoyed;; troll (Kiss my ass.)

[personal profile] fuckthemission 2012-03-28 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[On second thought, it's probably good he got her focused on something other than some person's house. Goal for the night: get away from this darker area of the village and travel toward where the lights are, and where he may have people around to watch them quietly. It's not the quickest way to the Welcome Center, but he'd prefer it. Yep.

POKERFACE]


Just Rick or Doyle. No reason for both.

[He was never one for Gods and astronomy and all those things. But he gets a pretty vague opinion of her so far, other than the obvious.]

You're some kind of starchild, that it?
Edited 2012-03-28 00:40 (UTC)
honestapples: (Apple senses... tingling...)

[personal profile] honestapples 2012-03-28 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Applejack and her dog both freeze at the sight before them, the pony's ears lowering in shock before she pins them back. No. This is the worst thing she's ever seen, yes, but she can't afford to show just how afraid she is. Whatever did this is bound to be able to sense fear. But she's faced dragons before, and whatever their culprit, it can't be worse than a dragon.

Winona, for her part, starts growling, the hackles on the back of her neck raised up. But she's staying near her owner.

Applejack's ears pin a little further back against her head as she looks around, trying to find what did this.

"C'mon, quit hidin'! Where are ya?!"

[personal profile] herd_effect 2012-03-28 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Whoa, that was...forward. His eyes widen in the moment before the doctory part of his mind takes over and observes that she must be mentally ill. In that case, she should be under somebody's care--perhaps there's a room for her at the clinic?]

How about you follow me? I can't take you home with me, but I know of a good place for you. You really should get out of this cold.
shadedsunlight: (You know I knew we were in trouble)

And heck, you know what? I'm cool with injury.

[personal profile] shadedsunlight 2012-03-28 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Ginia's mind automatically fills in the remaining lyrics as she turns slowly to look over her shoulder at the other woman. She doesn't recognize her, but there's something about her that sends a sense of unease into her. Something feels off, and that is an instinct Ginia still holds onto.

She's also seen enough movies. Ring around the rosy? Never a song you want to hear

"Good evening," she offers as a polite greeting, turning fully to face her.
quicktoanger: (Contemplate)

Oh. Ohohohoho. This just got even worse.

[personal profile] quicktoanger 2012-03-28 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
... Okay, forget it. If she couldn't tell me where her place was, I'd just let her crash at mine.

...Oh, don't give me that look. I'd sleep on the sofa. Obviously.

"Right. Plan B it is, then."

I began walking toward my house, gently leading her with the hand still holding hers.

This girl needed serious help. Did we even have any therapists in Luceti?
bloodwaif: (must be strangely exciting)

[personal profile] bloodwaif 2012-03-28 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
I relish the cold. I am the cold.



I will follow you, good sir. Where is this good place?
bloodwaif: (I am flattered)

XD

[personal profile] bloodwaif 2012-03-28 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Plan B." Her voice was like a rich rip through silk fabric. Hoarse, nearly, from the effort not to leap on him then and there. She could feel her fangs straining to make an appearance.

"I like this plan already, duckie!"
bloodwaif: (I am flattered)

[personal profile] bloodwaif 2012-03-28 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[That. Is. Exactly. What.]

Starchild. I am a moonchild, Doyle. Will you tell me a story? Will you tell me where you're from?
bloodwaif: (like you)

[personal profile] bloodwaif 2012-03-28 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"A talking pony?" It's every little girl's dream come true, and in some respects Drusilla is still a little girl.

Not in the ways that count, though. She steps out from behind the tree.

"You are a lovely little trick!"
bloodwaif: (like you)

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[personal profile] bloodwaif 2012-03-28 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"It is! A very good evening." Dru stops and grins at the other woman. "I liked the music you were making. Your lips? So musical."

Watcher watcher watcher. She is wary, now -- this watcher is known to be powerful and dangerous to vampires, just like his slayer is. If he should be about someplace...

[personal profile] herd_effect 2012-03-28 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Just up the street this way. [He gestures behind him, examining her closely in the dim light. It's difficult to tell, but she looks pretty pale. He hopes she hasn't been out here long enough to start broaching hypothermia.

...And what is that on her dress? He takes a step forward.]


Are you hurt?
quicktoanger: (Grin)

[personal profile] quicktoanger 2012-03-28 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
What? But she didn't even-

Don't say anything, Harry. She's clearly nuts, but she's pretty harmless, right?

But this just kept getting creepier. I finally said something just to make the whole thing less...

... creepy. Hell's bells, there was no other word for it.

"Kinda tall for a duck. More of a goose, I think."
fuckthemission: sad;; worried;; thoughtful (:CCCC)

[personal profile] fuckthemission 2012-03-28 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
... I'm from a really Earthy place. Lots of boring buildings and normal people. Not much to it than that other than some, uh, crazy epidemics. Became a Sergeant after hanging out in the army for a while; guess it was to counteract all the boring-ness.

[He had a lot of time to kill in the 80's.]

Ended up biting off more than I could chew by the time I got here, since the UK was a complete wreck and needed men there.
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