Reunion (NFB, Locked)

[crazyvampchick]

OOC: This was prewritten before Dru and Darla ran off to Vegas together. Angelus, darling, Manilow's playing. Want us to pick up a souvenir? We stole the coding idea from Marty Blank (thank you!) and sadly, the post is locked because neither of us has time to play much.


Drusilla stood in front of a bonfire in Serenity Cove, listening to the waves as they rushed forward onto the beach and tumbled back out to the water, black and dark in the moonlight. She held her hand over the flames, watching the skin of her palm blister and peel, then pulled it away and watched as it slowly knit together until it was perfectly whole once again.


The call to the beach had been subtle. Once upon a time, the Master had been able to call her like this; not often, and not reliably, but she'd felt the tug on her senses. Now, she could sense Drusilla, and she followed the call.

She paused behind the other vampire, waiting for her to respond, knowing she'd already senses her presence. The wind picked up strands of Darla's hair, blowing them in her face, as she watched Drusilla by the firelight.


The fire burned on, flickering and low in the night, but Darla was here. She hummed in the back of Drusilla's mind, high and sharp and deadly, and oh-so-beautifully here.

It was a simple matter to turn away from the firelight and face her daughter.


"Hello, mother." She moved across the sand to stand a bare armslength away from Drusilla. "Am I yours here, too? Or does your blood in me call no matter what world we're in?"


"You were lost. Everyone had left me alone again." The moon's glow was reflected in Drusilla's sad eyes. "Always my daughter now."


"You gave me back everything I'd had taken from me." Darla moved to her side and enveloped Drusilla in her arms, the daughter rocking the mother like a child. "I'm here now. And always, I swear."


Drusilla stroked Darla's hair gently. "So lost," she murmured. Ashes and dust exploding in a back alley, in a nightclub, always swirling away from her as she reached to grab and hold tight. "No longer. And now you've come for more than just a visit."


Darla leaned back, and her mouth curved into a smile. "Oh, hell yes, I've come back for more than just a visit. This is mine," she said with fierce possessivenss. "I'm taking everything I want. I'm not going to be helpless again. I've been to hell and back, stuffed into a rotting shell of mortal meat, pitied by poor-benighted-besouled Angel. Enough. I'm done. I win, now. And you'll help me, won't you? My darling girl."


"Come to stay and to play with everyone?" asked Drusilla. "I always love games with you the best. But do you promise to listen?" Drusilla shook her head. "The stars aren't always in favor of you."


Darla smiled, and laid her head back on Dru's shoulder. "I know better now. I know to listen to what you say. Perhaps if I'd listened before... but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters but here and now."


Drusilla resumed stroking Darla's hair. "No more sadness," she said. "We'll light it on fire and dance as it burns to ashes. Would you like that?"


Darla smiled. "Destruction is such a lovely idea. I can't wait." She caught Dru's hand in hers and twined their fingers together, idly watching the firelight. "There's so much to do here," she said dreamily. "So much that can be lost, and tainted, and ruined." Her smile curved deeper as she remembered the man she'd met Parents' Weekend, the quiet doctor who had such a war going on inside his heart and soul. "It's going to be so much fun."


Pretty little hands. Pretty little nails to rend and tear with. Soft skin, Darla's against hers, so pale and gleaming in the moonlight. "So many young little minds to twist and turn." She laughed. "And what handsome young man do you wish to play with?"


Darla shot her a look of surprise, then laughed, the sound ringing out in the night. "You know me so well. There's a doctor in the clinic. He likes saving lives. I like taking them. I think it's a perfect match."


"Doctors?" asked Drusilla. She smiled. "You haven't eaten a snake in a very long time. Do you want to stalk him through the jungle?" She twisted her fingers against Darla's until she could twist and twirl little circles on her palm.


Drusilla's fingers made her shiver. "No. I want him to walk right up to me and beg me to hurt him. And then I want to say no... at least for a little while." She turned her head until her lips brushed Drusilla's neck. "I like his eyes, and the soul in them. And the pain."


Shivers of pleasure were as delightful as shivers of fear. "He'll think he's stalking you," said Drusilla, pleased. "And then--snap--the trap will close." Soft, sweet lips. Drusilla let out a small sigh.

"Souls," she said, contemplating the sky. "Horrid, nasty things. Best to see the light die out of their eyes instead."


"Hmmm. But no one hurts as much as someone with a soul. I remember you with yours. So pretty, so sweet. So fragile."


"You didn't like me," said Drusilla. She pressed a soft kiss to the center of Darla's forehead. "I took Daddy away from you."


"Oh, I hated you. I wanted to claw your eyes out and watch you bleed." She smiled from the memory, turning her head slightly, letting her lips brush lightly again against the underside of Drusilla's jaw. "He was mine," she whispered.


"And now he's ours," said Drusilla, letting her hands skim down Darla's sides and rest on her waist. "Though he'd never wish to believe any such thing. Shall we play a game without him? I'll bleed for you again."

And...FTB.