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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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Sounds like you've had a... tough life.
[Well at least he has lights approaching not too far ahead. He looks at her from his peripheral, calm. Actually, that dress is starting to look more and more of a warning beacon, now that they're drawing nearer.
... That's not mud.
That is definitely nothing of the sort. He's still at a distance, but he looks at her now, frowning and stern. Hand closer to his back now, out of view; nothing to worry about.]
Who'd you hurt, Drusilla?
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Maybe he's very under-prepared for Lucetians.
And that whatever she is, it sure isn't human.]
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Undaunted, and now angered, and realizing that hypnosis will not be easily effected in the darkness, she tries to strike at his jugular vein and spill him out under the moon.]
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[He puts up his arm in the hopes that it'll at least keep his neck safe, sacrificing whatever damage she can deliver to his forearm, and along his cheek, in exchange for that sort of instinctual safety. As long as he can keep her from touching any of his vital kill spots, he might have a shot at getting the hell out of there.
He doesn't shove her away, instead jamming the gun toward her neck and face and firing again. If anything could work, maybe it'd be a headshot, or something close to it. His panic is rising if only from experience--if he were in his world right now, he'd be infected, and for a moment he flashes back and wonders if it's contagious, if he'll turn into some monster.
The thought makes him more determined to get away.]
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This will buy him time, though -- but not much. Her nails are like razors. If he can manage to get out of her reach, he might be alright. Humans can outrun vampires in the world of Sunnydale.
If he doesn't he could very well earn more dangerously deep cuts from her claws. What he should avoid are her attempts to latch onto his neck with her powerful fangs.]
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Not going to stick around here. He curses under his breath and turns, running as fast as he can with his arm tucked away protectively; lucky him, he's very used to running. Hopefully he'd stunned her just enough to get a break. Just the little break he needs. These things aren't fast, are they? He figures if they are, he's as good as killed. Again. Again. Ugh. What is he, some sort of death beacon?]
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She's had enough of pitchforks and torches in her undead life.
Instead she stands, swaying slightly, for a few moments, tasting what remains of him on her fingertips. Oh. Oh. He is exquisite. Oh, she wants more.
Soon enough.]
Soon enough, Ethelinde. Soon enough soon enough, Ethelinde.
[And she turns to make her way toward the Barracks.]