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hismasterpiece) wrote2012-03-27 02:46 pm
hismasterpiece) wrote2012-03-27 02:46 pm
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.]
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.]
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I couldn't just scare her off, or she'd leave with my jacket. I didn't want to kill her, not when she hadn't even attacked me yet. But I did have a trick that might work for this.
I hadn't used it in a while. It was never meant to see combat, it had always been intended to scare Molly straight- and it had done that job admirably- but I was pretty sure I could pull it off.
I cupped my free hand and whispered, "Fuego." Gathering my anger, my frustration, and- let's not kid ourselves- my utter terror at being alone in a house with a barely-restrained vampire after my blood, I worked it all into a tiny, focused ball of flame.
It wasn't large- maybe half an inch across- but it was intense, light and heat radiating from it enough to leave my palm uncomfortably warm as it floated between my fingers.
But this time, I didn't want a slow, steady progression. That wasn't the point I was trying to make, here. Instead, I dropped my hand with a gesture, and it flew toward the vampire, pausing inches from her face.
"Now, apparently you're not the kind of vamp I'm familiar with, so I just have to ask. How do you guys respond to fire?"
This bluff was becoming exhausting. I was wearing myself out quickly, between my desperate focus on the pentacle in my hand and the intensity with which I was holding together my fire spell.
Yeah, the whole 'magic dampening' effect in this village could bite me.