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Angelus is walking down a street filled with people in regency clothing and horse-drawn carriages. He's about to pass the mouth of an alley when he stops and turns down into it. He holds out his hand, and a woman takes it and lets him help her up.

Angelus: "I thought we were meeting in the Square."

Darla: "I ran into Lord Nichols - horrid little man. (She looks over at a body with bite marks on his neck lying on the ground) He was propositioning a streetwalker and dickering over the price - can you imagine? I told him I'd do him for nothing."

Angelus: "You're very charitable."

Darla delicately dabbing at her mouth with a handkerchief: "I so loathe cheap royalty."

He leans in, half-kisses half-licks her mouth.

Angelus: "They all taste the same to me."

Darla: "Mmmmmm - my boy does have the touch."

Angelus: "Darla."

Darla: "Yes?"

Angelus: "Why'd you kill the streetwalker?"

Next to the man lies a dead woman.

Darla: "Oh - I just liked her. - Guess what's next?"

Darla and Angelus exit the alley and walk along the street.

Angelus: "What is it?"

Darla: "Surprise. You have to guess."

Angelus scans the street. Finally spots a family with three young daughters coming out of a

Angelus: "The three daughters - all virgins."

Darla: "Close."

Angelus: "The one in the middle has something delicate and unique… Did you find me a Saint?"

Darla: "Better than that - she has the sight."

The girl in the middle turns. It's Drusilla. She looks straight into Angelus' eyes.

Angelus: "Visions. She sees the future. (Angelus, Darla clinging to his arm, starts walking towards Dru) She is pure innocence, yet she sees what's coming, she knows what I'm going to do to her. I'll really have to come up to snuff for this one."

Dru turns away from them and herds her sisters away. Darla puts a hand on Angelus chest to stop him from following further.

Darla: "Down boy, let the plum ripen."

Angelus: "You always come up something new."

Darla: "Keeps me young."

It was easy to keep tabs on the young seer who'd caught Darla's eye. Dru's family wasn't overly prestigious and between Angelus' admirable charm and social skills and the fact that he followed her home more then one or two times, he knew where she was. London, 1860 and a family with money didn't really get up and move away. Angelus knew he could spend eternity chasing the girl with potential to be a Saint.

Cut to an abbey in London, 1860. Cut inside the nave. Monks are chanting. Drusilla walks behind the pews toward the confession booths. Before going in she faces the altar, kneels and crosses herself. She looks up briefly before getting back to her feet and going into one of the booths. As she steps in through the curtain an arm juts out of the adjacent one where the priest waits, and muffled noises and struggling can be heard. The arm gets pulled back in as quickly as it appeared. Cut
inside the confessional. Drusilla sits down and pulls the scarf from her head.

Drusilla: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

In the next booth Angelus is caught by surprise, and drops the dead priest.

Drusilla: It's been two days since my last confession. (waits for an answer) Father?

Angelus: (goes along with it) That's not very long.

Drusilla: (with a trembling voice) Oh, Father, I'm so afraid.

Angelus: The Lord is very forgiving. Tell me your sins.

Drusilla: I had... (breathes deeply) I've been seeing again, Father. Yesterday, the men were going to work in the mine. I had... (shakes) a terrible fright. (draws a frightened breath) My stomach all (draws another) tied up, and I saw this horrible... crash. (calms a bit) My mummy said to keep my peace, it didn't mean nothing. But this morning... they had a cave-in. Two men died.

Angelus: Go on.

Drusilla: Me mum says... I'm cursed. (exhales) My seeing things is an affront to the Lord,(inhales sharply) that only he's supposed to see anything before it happens. (inhales, sobs) But I don't mean to, Father, I swear! (inhales) I swear! (begins to cry) I try to be pure in his sight. (sobs) I don't want to be an evil thing.

Angelus: Oh, hush, child. The Lord has a plan for all creatures. Even a Devil child like you.

Drusilla: (taken aback) A Devil?

Angelus: Yes! You're a spawn of Satan. All the Hail Marys in the world aren't going to help. The Lord will use you and smite you down. He's like that.

Drusilla: (frightened) What can I do?

Angelus: Fulfill his plan, child. Be evil. Just give in.

Drusilla: No! (sobs) I want to be good. (sobs) I want to be pure.

Angelus: We all do, at first. The world doesn't work that way.

Drusilla: Father... I beg you... Please... Please, help me.

Angelus: Very well. Ten Our Fathers and an Act of Contrition. Does that sound good?

Drusilla: (relieved) Yes. (exhales) Yes, Father. Thank you.

Angelus: The pleasure was mine. And my child... (raises his hand to the lattice between them)

Drusilla: Yes?

Angelus: (stares at her) God is watching you.

Angelus stalked her for months, leaving blood covered roses in the carriage to frighten her when she rode, being her Priest again from time to time so that he could whisper seductive lies into her faith. Drusilla was a proper London Lady which meant she was fragile to begin with and her visions put a lot of strain on her sanity as it was. Angelus used this to his advantage, feeding her fear of herself and her power.

One night, Darla and Angelus showed up on the doorstep of the Keeble home, the two vampires dressed in clean pressed and high class clothing, to 'beg' a horse from Drusilla's father. The Keeblers, unaware of their doom, allowed the vampires entrance.

Angelus and Darla smile warmly at one another as his silver tongue spread it's lies of thanks and gratitude. The entire family had been gathered around the table for supper and when the pair were brought into the dining room, Drusilla paled and shook violently, mouth muttering out words of disbelief and terror. Her mother openly chided her, turning back to apologize for her daughters rudeness only to be greeted by Angelus. A broach that Dru's mother had worn since her daughters birth was ripped away, a souvenir for Drusilla later, and Angelus flicked the blade across the woman's throat. Drusilla screamed as the blood sprayed across His face and dark gleeful eyes turn on her.

"And I've only gotten started darlin'." Drusilla cowered in a corner as Angelus charged her Father. "Father!", she whimpered. The man that she could have sworn was invincible was clinging to Angelus as he drained him, those calculating yellow eyes boring into Dru like a white hot poker. Darla had rounded up the two sisters that fled at the beginning of the massacre and held them in the door frame by their necks. A sultry grin was pointed at her Boy as she asked innocently,"Well well, Angelus. We've got two virgins. Would you like one?"

He chuckled as he shoved the limp body of the Father at his daughters feet, sauntering over like one would in a clothing store. Standing behind Darla, he traces one finger over the outer cheek of each sister. "Tell me, Drusilla. Which one of your sisters would you like to save? You can do that, ya know. Just pick which one dies and the other will go free." Darla laughs like he's made the best joke of the evening and when Angelus gets no answer from the Seer, he laughs too.

"You won't even speak out to save your sisters? No wonder God stuck you down with your curse." Drusilla shook with her hands fisted against her mouth, tears streaming down her face as she watched Angelus and Darla feed on her sisters. Sweet sisters with little hands, (when they were younger) and sweeter voices now tearing out of them in frightful screams. Drusilla jumped as Darla drops one sister at her feet, over her father, brain trying desperately to cope with the stress. Behind her, Angelus danced merrily with the corpse of her other sibling. He grinned and laughed, spinning around and around until he got closer.

"Now it's time for you to sleep, Darlin'. You don't dance like ya used to!" Drusilla scrambled to her feet, pressing against the wall of her childhood home in the hopes that she'd be small enough to escape the reality of her situation. Angelus stalked closer from one side with that rolling catlike smoothness, whispering, 'You could have saved them if only you'd spoken. How are you going to get into heaven now, my child?'. In a state of blind panic, Drusilla runs away and out of the house, Angelus' mocking laughter ringing in her ears.


It was days later and Drucilla had given herself to the Sisters of Mercy, a catholic convent that swore to take care of highborn ladies who weren't in all of their right mind. They'd prayed over her and she shook in the warm light of the Lord, her fractured mind convinced that at last, here in the arms of God almighty, she would find peace.

Angelus loved convents, obsessed over affronting God as much as he could in whatever time he had. The fact that Drusilla would lead him to what he could only describe as a buffet playhouse made it sweeter. Darla wasn't with him this time, no, she'd come later and let her boy have some fun now.

The Chruch door was barred behind him and the killing in the main chapel was frenzied. 'Blood and habits everywhere', Darla would later remark. Necks were broken on some, throats were slit on others and a few had fallen victim to his fang. Drusilla was forced to watch it all. He chased her with their deaths until her grief and insanity took it's final toll, shattering Drusilla Keeble. Through it all, Angelus didn't let a drop of blood soil his good white shirt. It wasn't the blood that mattered, it was the high of the violence, the sweet rush of life as it floated away at his hand and in the house of the Lord.

The camera pans form the a colored glass window with picture of a saint past some candles sitting in wall sconces to Angelus sitting on the edge of a table staring at something. Darla enters the room behind him.

Angelus without turning: "Hello love."

Darla wraps her arms around his shoulders: "We made quite a mess out there. Blood and habits everywhere."

Angelus: "Convents - they're just a great big cookie jar."

They kiss.

Dru: "Black sky. It wants a little wormy me."

Angelus and Darla break apart and look over at a sobbing Dru.

Dru: "No. No. Make it stop!"

Darla: "What is she doing here? I thought you killed her."

Angelus: "No. Just her family."

He pushes Darla down on the floor and rolls on top of her.

Dru scooting back towards the wall: "Eyes like arrows - like-like needles."

Angelus looks over at her: "This one's special. I have big plans for her."

He leans down to kiss Darla.

Dru watching them: "Snake in the woodshed. Snake in the woodshed. Snake in the woodshed! Snake in the woodshed!"

Darla rolls them over so she's now on top.

Darla: "So are we going to kill her during, or after?"

Angelus sits up, startling her: "Neither. We turn her into one of us. - Killing is so merciful at the end, isn't it? The pain has ended."

Darla: "But to make her one of us? She's a lunatic."

Angelus: "Eternal torment. (Grabs a hold of Darla's arms and rolls them so he is back on top with her under him on the floor) Am I learning?"

Angelus starts to kiss Darla while Dru first laughs then cries.

After Angelus and Darla have sex on Drusilla's lap, he draws the broken woman against him, cooing as he wiped away her tears. "I'll take the pain away, darlin', just trust in the Lord." He sunk his teeth into her neck.
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Feb. 15th, 2013 05:31 pm
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2. Post a comment with a small blurb or a picture or something
3. Put the name of one of my characters or tell me it's my choice. (I havn't done a MUSEbox just yet, but I'll get around to it. Choices right now are Angel and Devi (from I feel Sick))
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