![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
Prompt 142: Blood and Lace
Title: Becoming... effulgent
Author: tiger-bri-duck
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 626
Prompt: Prompt 142, Blood and Lace (1971)
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Drusilla
A/N: I do not own the characters, lines were used from Buffy episode 'Fool For Love' it is in italics.
His eyes fluttered open, the young male was floating in and out of consciousness, there was a small streetlight at the edge of the alley which offered a small portion of its light to allow him to see a pool forming under his head. The sticky pool grew larger by the second, in a sad attempt he raised his eyes a few inches to see where the source of the red liquid was coming from. His head felt much heavier than it should have, and his eyes blurred as they made futile attempts to focus on the dark alley he lay in. A cool wind blew, the gray surroundings lit up for a brief moment allowing him to see her smiling face and bloody lace. Everything went fuzzy, his head fell back, and it all went black.
---
She waltzed into his life like a beautiful nightmare, a walking poem who spoke in riddles. He left the tavern in a hurry, wiping tears from his eyes that night. His jaw set in a hard line the words spoken to him echoing in his head drowning out everything else. Beneath him, that’s what she said, beneath him… he’d show her… he’d prove to her he was so far above her… she didn’t even matter. So concentrated, he didn’t notice when he almost ran into her, the delicate doll-eyes woman. “And I wonder, what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?” He shook his head, trying to get around her, but she continued, “I see you.” He paused, looking up, starting to listen to her. He gaze was so intense, her words strong as she reached out and touched him, she was so cold, “You're a man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength. His vision. His glory.” She did see him, he thought, mouth opening slightly in surprise, “That and burning baby fish swimming all round your head.” A wicked smile broke out on her face and he resumed his glare, assuming she was making fun of him, teasing him like everyone in the tavern had. But she convinced him she wasn’t making fun of him and he had needed someone to be kind to him and she had obliged, lovingly. The petite doll coaxed him away from the busy street, into the alley he was now waking up in. The world came back into focus slowly, a wave of nausea hitting him as he sat up. A pang of hunger hit him so hard he wanted to die. The beautiful stranger’s face came into view, her dark curls hanging in front of his face, “Does my pet want a bite?” She smiled, her face contorting to its vampire state. She raised her arm hovering the sleeve of her dress by his mouth, it dripped blood, his own human blood soaking the lace still. He smiled back, his face involuntary shifting to its own vampire state. He leaned forward and licked the dripping lace, he did want a bite.
---
The two stepped out of the tavern laughing and leaning on each other, “William…” She purred licking his cheek. He beamed as they left the mess behind them. They had decided a feast would be the best idea to celebrate and William had decided upon the place to feast. He kissed Drusilla long and hard, enjoying the last of Cecily on her lips. He’d offered the simpering woman to his darling Drusilla, a sacrifice from his old life to give his new one a better start. “William…” Drusilla purred again, kissing him back, “Did you have a nice feast?” He chuckled, “It was…” He paused, licking his lips, “Effulgent.”
Author: tiger-bri-duck
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 626
Prompt: Prompt 142, Blood and Lace (1971)
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Drusilla
A/N: I do not own the characters, lines were used from Buffy episode 'Fool For Love' it is in italics.
His eyes fluttered open, the young male was floating in and out of consciousness, there was a small streetlight at the edge of the alley which offered a small portion of its light to allow him to see a pool forming under his head. The sticky pool grew larger by the second, in a sad attempt he raised his eyes a few inches to see where the source of the red liquid was coming from. His head felt much heavier than it should have, and his eyes blurred as they made futile attempts to focus on the dark alley he lay in. A cool wind blew, the gray surroundings lit up for a brief moment allowing him to see her smiling face and bloody lace. Everything went fuzzy, his head fell back, and it all went black.
---
She waltzed into his life like a beautiful nightmare, a walking poem who spoke in riddles. He left the tavern in a hurry, wiping tears from his eyes that night. His jaw set in a hard line the words spoken to him echoing in his head drowning out everything else. Beneath him, that’s what she said, beneath him… he’d show her… he’d prove to her he was so far above her… she didn’t even matter. So concentrated, he didn’t notice when he almost ran into her, the delicate doll-eyes woman. “And I wonder, what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?” He shook his head, trying to get around her, but she continued, “I see you.” He paused, looking up, starting to listen to her. He gaze was so intense, her words strong as she reached out and touched him, she was so cold, “You're a man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength. His vision. His glory.” She did see him, he thought, mouth opening slightly in surprise, “That and burning baby fish swimming all round your head.” A wicked smile broke out on her face and he resumed his glare, assuming she was making fun of him, teasing him like everyone in the tavern had. But she convinced him she wasn’t making fun of him and he had needed someone to be kind to him and she had obliged, lovingly. The petite doll coaxed him away from the busy street, into the alley he was now waking up in. The world came back into focus slowly, a wave of nausea hitting him as he sat up. A pang of hunger hit him so hard he wanted to die. The beautiful stranger’s face came into view, her dark curls hanging in front of his face, “Does my pet want a bite?” She smiled, her face contorting to its vampire state. She raised her arm hovering the sleeve of her dress by his mouth, it dripped blood, his own human blood soaking the lace still. He smiled back, his face involuntary shifting to its own vampire state. He leaned forward and licked the dripping lace, he did want a bite.
---
The two stepped out of the tavern laughing and leaning on each other, “William…” She purred licking his cheek. He beamed as they left the mess behind them. They had decided a feast would be the best idea to celebrate and William had decided upon the place to feast. He kissed Drusilla long and hard, enjoying the last of Cecily on her lips. He’d offered the simpering woman to his darling Drusilla, a sacrifice from his old life to give his new one a better start. “William…” Drusilla purred again, kissing him back, “Did you have a nice feast?” He chuckled, “It was…” He paused, licking his lips, “Effulgent.”
seriously.
so. good.