okay that last part garnered less replies then i would have hoped for...But here's the new chapter anyway! 😀
All comments much appreciated.
~Jaded x
Chapter Ten
Drusilla's eyes gleamed as she ran her hands through the child's hair, her pale moon-coloured fingers separating the young girl's strands. She sat down beside the child and plaited her own hair into the girl's, the golden gossamer hairs intertwined with Drusilla's black ones. Deftly, with skill akin to a mother, she unravelled the braid. The child put its round, turgid arms around Drusilla's neck.
Buffy wanted to cry out and warn the girl, there was something so wrong and unnatural in the embrace. Drusilla trailed her finger elegantly down the girl's arm, "This girl is in love with death." She said softly, "She's seen both her parents prefer its company to her own "“ so now she seeks its special silken touch. That death she finds in me."
Drusilla bit down upon the child's smooth skin, she caressed the girl's cheek where grief had placed a permanent shroud of weariness and longing for escape. She wept no tears at the pain, for she had none left to shed. Drained of her life-blood she dropped to the ground, inanimate, imitating the doll she so resembled. Her soft check was still plush and warm, her corpse retaining a shadow of life that would be chased away by the first rays of morning. A smile adorned her face.
Buffy gasped as she woke, her recent dreams had been filled with darkness but that one was different, it had been sent to her she was sure, by Drusilla. She felt used and unclean, even her dreams weren't her own. She could taste blood mixed with helplessness, as Drusilla's senses from the dream mingled with her own.
She crept to the phone, it was the middle of the night but Giles wouldn't mind. "Giles it's me Buffy."
A strange muffled sound came from his end.
"Drusilla sent me a dream."
"She did what?" He was alert now.
"A dream of an actual event, she made me a spectator I'm sure. She killed a child "“ she said the girl was "˜in love with death'."
"Will you excuse me a moment?" Giles said and then the line went dead.
Buffy held the receiver in her hands, her nail idly tracing the line of the plastic mould as she thought. What could it mean? She placed it back in its cradle and the click sounded very loudly into the sleepy silence. Slowly and as quietly as possible, like a child hoping not to wake a watchful parent, she pulled open the table drawer. She slid her hand into the blackness and pulled out a photograph. The image shimmered and blurred as tears filled her eyes, when she wiped them, she and Willow came quickly and almost too sharply into focus. They had their arms around one another, laughing, loving life. The phone rang shrilly and she quickly picked it up while guiltily shoving the photo into the drawer.
"Giles?"
"It's not good."
"When is it ever?" She replied trying to lighten the tone, but her weariness betrayed her, like water insidiously invading a sinking ship, every second she was more lost.
"The trinity as they have become known, Willow, Angel and Drusilla are back in America and most likely heading this way."
Buffy gripped the phone tightly and pressed it closer to her ear, crushing the delicate bones against her skull, "Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Then the dream was a warning?"
"Most likely."
"We are in a lot of trouble."
"Yes I fear you are correct."
"Well thanks Giles." She said mechanically and ignored his small, faraway voice calling her name as she put the phone down. A veil of tears ran down her face as she stared at nothing.
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Chater Eleven - teaser
And out of nothing stepped the Trinity, into the darkness of Sunnydale Cemetery, their dead eyes gleamed like polished marble.
