Title: Willow Mine
Author: Dana
Content: Main character death.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: Willow/Drusilla
Description: Part one of Willow Mine. Willow talks to a shadowed stranger about Tara.
Setting: Post Grave
Feedback: [email protected]
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BtVS so please do
not sue me I am only a poor rabid tech.
The night, a mistress of shadows and the unknown, a single, word rolling easily off the tongue, meaning so much to some and so little to others. For monsters it means a time to be free, a time to stalk and hunt. For mortals though, it meant time to run, a time to flee and hide from that which exists in the night. Fragile, so easily broken, humans are all these and more. Pathetic creatures that could not help even help themselves, with such easily pierced flesh.
"Regardless of which side you are on, it's still beautiful." A faint whisper in the dark echoed to any who would listen. A small figure huddled on a window seat, staring out at the night she loved. Sighing softly she pulls her kneed to her chest and watches the wind blow the trees around. Pale skin illuminated by the moon, giving it an unearthly glow; bloodlike hair frames pixie like features. A movement almost undetectable, with luck she catches it out of the corner of her eye. There was something fluttering in the wind, the rest of it hidden in the shadows. Her mind pulls itself out of a fog of grief to process the movement.
Cloth, white and shimmering against the shadows, flickered in the night. Her eyes trace the cloth up, a skirt she realizes, and come to rest upon a face. For a moment she wishes she could feel surprised, wishes she could feel anything other than pain. Lifting a pale hand, she pushes the window open and starts to speak softly, knowing her words would reach the being.
"I dream of death and blood. I hear his screams and they're delicious. I see the fear in his eyes as he sees his death in my face. The joy as I turn him to ash."
She pauses, collecting her thoughts. Knowing she should be afraid, but she's not. Fear is beyond her now, for she has wished for this moment.
"They want me to be sorry, to regret all that I did; to know that I'm not a monster for their own peace of mind. I can't do it. I know they fear me; fear what I did and what I have the power to do again."
A smile flutters across her face. She knows she's bitter and it amuses her. It's the only amusement she has now.
"They know though, when they look at me that I'm not sorry. I loved hurting him, hearing his screams feeling his blood on my hands. He deserved it for what he did; what he took away from me; who I lost. I would have made the torture longer, drawing it out for days, but they came. Their hearts full of compassion and goodness, but they don't see. Don't want me. They only want a memory."
Her smile crumbles from her face as tears start to fall. Her breath catches on a sob as she continues to speak.
"I don't want to live without her. The pain is too much. How can the world continue when she's gone? There's nothing without her. Do you know what it is to lose a piece of yourself? Your beloved?"
She looks up and sees the face of her salvation smiling at her. This dark beauty would make it better, would take it all away. A whisper caught on the wind. "Make it go away."
Soft lifting words wrap around her, full of promise. "Let me in pet."
Closing her eyes she smiles with relief. She would get her wish and it would end. They would finally realize what she already knew. It wasn't worth it. "Come in Drusilla."
Cold hands caress her face, tilting it to the side to reach her neck. She opens her eyes to see her future. Her death.
"Miss Edith told me of you. She sang and whispered and told me secrets. You would be my daughter she said and I wouldn't be alone again ever again. She told me you would bring so much blood."
There was a small sting on her neck. Funny, she had thought it would hurt more than that. And suddenly, she felt it. It moved like oil through her veins, her blood being pulled from her body. Strangely erotic and still she felt no fear. There was nothing left to feel. She was drifting, floating as she faded and then she tasted it, metallic blood so full of power and knowledge. Blood flowed down her throat and she swallowed reflexively. Closing her eyes, she gave her last sigh and was silent.
Drusilla smile down at the rapidly cooling body in her arms. She would be a good mummy. Her daughter would take away the loneliness and then they would punish everyone who had hurt them. Such blood, such death she could see. The stars said so and they never lied. She would be strong for her daughter. Gently she kissed the pale forehead and gave a loving whisper. "Willow mine."
Author: Dana
Content: Main character death.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: Willow/Drusilla
Description: Part one of Willow Mine. Willow talks to a shadowed stranger about Tara.
Setting: Post Grave
Feedback: [email protected]
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BtVS so please do
not sue me I am only a poor rabid tech.
The night, a mistress of shadows and the unknown, a single, word rolling easily off the tongue, meaning so much to some and so little to others. For monsters it means a time to be free, a time to stalk and hunt. For mortals though, it meant time to run, a time to flee and hide from that which exists in the night. Fragile, so easily broken, humans are all these and more. Pathetic creatures that could not help even help themselves, with such easily pierced flesh.
"Regardless of which side you are on, it's still beautiful." A faint whisper in the dark echoed to any who would listen. A small figure huddled on a window seat, staring out at the night she loved. Sighing softly she pulls her kneed to her chest and watches the wind blow the trees around. Pale skin illuminated by the moon, giving it an unearthly glow; bloodlike hair frames pixie like features. A movement almost undetectable, with luck she catches it out of the corner of her eye. There was something fluttering in the wind, the rest of it hidden in the shadows. Her mind pulls itself out of a fog of grief to process the movement.
Cloth, white and shimmering against the shadows, flickered in the night. Her eyes trace the cloth up, a skirt she realizes, and come to rest upon a face. For a moment she wishes she could feel surprised, wishes she could feel anything other than pain. Lifting a pale hand, she pushes the window open and starts to speak softly, knowing her words would reach the being.
"I dream of death and blood. I hear his screams and they're delicious. I see the fear in his eyes as he sees his death in my face. The joy as I turn him to ash."
She pauses, collecting her thoughts. Knowing she should be afraid, but she's not. Fear is beyond her now, for she has wished for this moment.
"They want me to be sorry, to regret all that I did; to know that I'm not a monster for their own peace of mind. I can't do it. I know they fear me; fear what I did and what I have the power to do again."
A smile flutters across her face. She knows she's bitter and it amuses her. It's the only amusement she has now.
"They know though, when they look at me that I'm not sorry. I loved hurting him, hearing his screams feeling his blood on my hands. He deserved it for what he did; what he took away from me; who I lost. I would have made the torture longer, drawing it out for days, but they came. Their hearts full of compassion and goodness, but they don't see. Don't want me. They only want a memory."
Her smile crumbles from her face as tears start to fall. Her breath catches on a sob as she continues to speak.
"I don't want to live without her. The pain is too much. How can the world continue when she's gone? There's nothing without her. Do you know what it is to lose a piece of yourself? Your beloved?"
She looks up and sees the face of her salvation smiling at her. This dark beauty would make it better, would take it all away. A whisper caught on the wind. "Make it go away."
Soft lifting words wrap around her, full of promise. "Let me in pet."
Closing her eyes she smiles with relief. She would get her wish and it would end. They would finally realize what she already knew. It wasn't worth it. "Come in Drusilla."
Cold hands caress her face, tilting it to the side to reach her neck. She opens her eyes to see her future. Her death.
"Miss Edith told me of you. She sang and whispered and told me secrets. You would be my daughter she said and I wouldn't be alone again ever again. She told me you would bring so much blood."
There was a small sting on her neck. Funny, she had thought it would hurt more than that. And suddenly, she felt it. It moved like oil through her veins, her blood being pulled from her body. Strangely erotic and still she felt no fear. There was nothing left to feel. She was drifting, floating as she faded and then she tasted it, metallic blood so full of power and knowledge. Blood flowed down her throat and she swallowed reflexively. Closing her eyes, she gave her last sigh and was silent.
Drusilla smile down at the rapidly cooling body in her arms. She would be a good mummy. Her daughter would take away the loneliness and then they would punish everyone who had hurt them. Such blood, such death she could see. The stars said so and they never lied. She would be strong for her daughter. Gently she kissed the pale forehead and gave a loving whisper. "Willow mine."