Conversations About Dead People, Ch. 1
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caty_did This is the first chapter of Conversations About Dead People. It takes place in the latter half of season two. For story information see the previous post.
Drusilla/Angelus
Sunnydale, 1998
Their bodies twisted together, Angelus’ teeth catching her bottom lip as he pulled away. She giggled.
“I’m just so pleaded to have you back at last, my Angel. It’s like we’re a real family again.”
She pulled back and began to spin, rolling her head to glance at the doorframe. Somewhere in the other room sat Spike, stuck in his chair. Drusilla’s voice dropped to a whisper as she crept up to her sire.
“We must watch Willy though.” She pushed Angelus down onto a chair and straddled him. “My sweet boy reeks of betrayal.” She cocked her head and added with slight bemusement, “and electricity.”
Angelus ran his hands up her thighs, bringing them to rest on her hips.
“What is there to worry about Dru? Spikes confined to that chair. Humans never recover from injuries like his. It will take him months to recover, maybe years.”
“And yet I’ve heard the whispers. They come to me as I sleep. He wants what’s yours. The Slayer, all for himself. Someday, he’ll try to fight you for her.”
“Relax baby. I’ve already got her. And after I play with her for a little while, her blood will be mine. As for our boy? By the time he’s well enough to fight anyone, for anything, the slayer he’s been so intent on will be long gone.”
A nearly feral grin stretched across Dru’s face and she leaned towards her lover once more.
Drusilla/Angelus
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Sunnydale, 1998
Their bodies twisted together, Angelus’ teeth catching her bottom lip as he pulled away. She giggled.
“I’m just so pleaded to have you back at last, my Angel. It’s like we’re a real family again.”
She pulled back and began to spin, rolling her head to glance at the doorframe. Somewhere in the other room sat Spike, stuck in his chair. Drusilla’s voice dropped to a whisper as she crept up to her sire.
“We must watch Willy though.” She pushed Angelus down onto a chair and straddled him. “My sweet boy reeks of betrayal.” She cocked her head and added with slight bemusement, “and electricity.”
Angelus ran his hands up her thighs, bringing them to rest on her hips.
“What is there to worry about Dru? Spikes confined to that chair. Humans never recover from injuries like his. It will take him months to recover, maybe years.”
“And yet I’ve heard the whispers. They come to me as I sleep. He wants what’s yours. The Slayer, all for himself. Someday, he’ll try to fight you for her.”
“Relax baby. I’ve already got her. And after I play with her for a little while, her blood will be mine. As for our boy? By the time he’s well enough to fight anyone, for anything, the slayer he’s been so intent on will be long gone.”
A nearly feral grin stretched across Dru’s face and she leaned towards her lover once more.
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Date: 2011-07-27 02:36 am (UTC)Side note: It totally made my day when I logged on and saw comments for things that have been posted for awhile :)