This one started out to try and explore the character of Dru a little better, but then an entire plot line snuck in more or less of its own accord, until it ended up being mostly about Spike as usual. And every time I rewrote it Angelus got meaner and meaner.
- Summary
- Sometimes siblings just have to squabble for attention.
- Spoilers
- None.
- Period
- 1881
- Written
- August 2001
- Word Count
- 8,581 words
- Rating
- Mature Teen
- Characters
- Angelus, Dru, Will
- Content
- Implied violence; strong language.
- Footnotes
- 1 footnote
Teaser
Sometimes one can know instantly about another person.
Dru was the best example of that. Always the best and brightest example, was Drusilla – Daddy’s evil little girl. Sweet and innocent she was, when Angelus first saw her, desperate to be pure and good enough for God. What she got was the devil. But she still needed a god: a creature to worship, to yearn to be loved by, to try to deserve and to despair over. Only now it was a god of blackness and the night. So she who was innocent and pure had to be the most childlike, purest evil that ever walked the earth. Simple Drusilla.
At other times though there is no spark of revelation, just a gradual erosion of the original impression. Like the desert sands beating against a pillar of rock, one grain at a time, so that over the millennia the form changes, wears away until some new shape appears recognisable; but there is no single instant at which you can say the change occurred. William was like that. Carved by the sands of time in front of him until eventually he noticed what was there. Not suddenly dropped at his feet like a gift from the gods.
Mistakes do happen.
Bizarrely though, it had started with something being dropped at Angelus’s feet.
It was dragged in by Dru, already half dead from the bite wound, shivering and mewling faintly like a sickly kitten.
‘What’s this?’ Angelus demanded.
‘A present. I thought you would like him.’
‘This?’ He sneered. ‘And what wondrous sewer did you fish this out of? Tied up in a sack, no doubt, and left to drown with the rest of the litter.’
‘Oooh.’ Dru cringed and shrunk away unhappily.
Read on…
Disclaimer
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