[So Quick Bright Things Come to Confusion]

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Characters: Drusilla (a_pretty_fire) and Juni (swanseer)
Time: After This
Location: The Theatre
Summary: Although Drusilla's favourite theatre trips usually involve dancing girls in beautiful dresses, she has decided to let Juni give her a tour. At least she'll get to spend some time with her sweet little swan bird.
Warnings: I think 'Drusilla' is enough of a warning in itself. Vampirism and insanity, at the very least. And femslash?



Theatres were filled with shadows. The actors left ghosts behind every time they played a new part and stepped in and out of someone else's skin. Drusilla could hear them whispering as she made away across the empty stage. All those forgotten characters. As soon as they'd said their lines and taken their bows, the audience just dismissed them. How rude.

Puck, Ophelia and Hamlet, Othello, Romeo and Juliet, Cleopatra, Macbeth. They were all crying out for vengeance and acknowledgment, but their lips had no sound left. They were hollow.

The girls had been played by boys, once. That's what Daddy had said. Long ago, but not too long. Longer than Drusilla could remember. Would she have had to play a boy instead, if they were stealing her clothes? She'd have a made a good Hamlet. She'd learned to pretend to be mad a long time ago. Keep them guessing. Never let them see the real face in the mirror. (She didn't get to see it. Why should they?)

Mama had read Shakespeare to her. Not Hamlet, though. Murder and suicide weren't suitable subjects for a good little Catholic girl. Even a good little Catholic girl with the devil's mark on her brow.

Strange, really. Telling her about fairies had been even more foolish. It opened the door for the pixies, before Mama and Drusilla had even realised there was a lock.

"So quick bright things come to confusion," she murmured with a laugh. Her bare feet left prints in the dust, and she twirled in a wide circle before stopping and facing Juni with a wide smile on her face. "It's beautiful."

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"I can," said Drusilla in a conspiratorial tone, "That's how I made my Spike. I took his blood and gave him mine instead. Much sweeter. Now he's a demon, just like me. Now he's mine."

She gave Juni a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"One day, sweet. One day."

The vampire blinked.

"Why not?"

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"Unfortunately my blood does not have such power" Juni murmured softly, absently inspecting the skin of her wrists where the veins were... Her blood had some inherited magic from Bartholomew and some lovely hangovers from her distant demon ancestors, she doubted that either of those could turn demons into her slaves.

Juni smiled slightly and nodded slightly... Maybe, maybe one day.

"Well, we'd crash into things, unless we were very careful."

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"It's still special, though," Drusilla cooed affectionately, turning over Juni's hand to trace the veins with a fingernail. Just a tiny bit of pressure would have been enough to split the skin. She'd killed people - she'd killed a Slayer - with this nail, but her touch was infinitely gentle now. She was even smiling innocently.

"I don't crash into things. That sounds very silly. It's almost as silly as trying to put moths in your sandwiches."