Dealing with Demons 4/?

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Drusilla was bored. Miss Edith had not talked to her all day, and even the stars were quiet. “Daddy, I want someone to play with!” Drusilla pouted at her Sire and waited expectantly for him to solve her problem. “A lovely little dolly.” She punctuated each word by swaying side to side.

            Angelus looked up from the scroll he was studying and gave his Dark Princess a placating smile. “Drusilla my dear, it’s still daylight. I can’t go hunting for another two hours.”

            “But I want to play now!” Drusilla stamped her foot in a pique of temper and when Angelus continued to ignore her, she retreated to the corner to try to coax Miss Edith into a conversation. “If my William were here, he’d get me a playmate. I know he would!”

            “Yes, well, William and Darla are dealing with troublesome Lordath demons in the east caves at the moment.” Angelus smiled slightly at his twisted Childe.  “They should be home by nightfall, my girl, so be patient.”

            “Yes Daddy.” Drusilla turned her head to the side slightly and then began humming to herself.

            Angelus had a few moments of blessed silence before:

            “Guess what Daddy?” It was said almost absent mindedly, as Drusilla gently stroked Miss Edith’s silky hair.

            “What is it Drusilla?” Angelus’ patience was wearing thin. This was the reason he had created William, to distract Drusilla when she was having one of her visions.

            “Miss Edith says my Dark Kitten is coming for a visit.” She giggled madly. “Do you think I can keep him? He would make a lovely dolly.” Her fangs briefly appeared, leaving a drop of blood on her lip. She flicked her tongue and the drop fell onto Miss Edith’s dress.

            “If you like, Drusilla,” Angelus said distractedly. He was concentrating on the scroll, which detailed the final days of The Master, the Vampire King before Angelus. He wanted to make sure he didn’t repeat the same mistakes as The Master, so he re-read the scroll every week.

            Angelus looked up as his Sire, Darla, and Childe, William, came rushing into the throne room, bloodlust still evident in their euphoric expressions. “I take it the fight went well?”

            “It was brilliant Sire. Bloody brilliant!” William bestowed a quick kiss on his Sire’s lips before heading over to help Drusilla set up a tea party.

            Darla smiled slyly in Angelus’ direction and purred, “While the children are busy, why don’t you and I celebrate our victory in private?”

            Angelus leered in her direction and set the scroll aside. “Why private? Shouldn’t William get to celebrate as well?”

            Darla scowled in her grand-Childe’s direction and pouted, “You always want him to join us. Aren’t I enough for you any longer?” She slid onto his lap and scraped her fangs sharply over his jugular, trying to get him to forget about William and pay attention to solely her.

            Angelus purred and let his Sire slide her fangs into his vein for a quick taste. As Darla retracted her fangs, Angelus stood up, heading for their private chambers.

            Back in the throne room, William watched his beloved Sire shut the door. He didn’t know he was scowling until Drusilla brushed gentle fingers over his brow.

            “Don’t fret my William. Daddy loves us all.” She kissed William’s brow.

            “Yeah, yeah.” William rubbed lightly where Drusilla had kissed him. “But why does that cow always get what she wants?” Sometimes William really hated Darla.

            Drusilla smiled darkly, her eyes losing some of their vacuous expression. “Don’t worry, my William. Our Dark Kitten will rid us of Grand Mummy, and then we can have Daddy all to ourselves.” She swayed back and forth, a sign that she was feeling excited.

            “Pfft. How’s a fluffy kitten going to get rid of the cow?” William was less then convinced.

            Drusilla continued swaying and giggled, “Our Dark Kitten has shiny toys traveling with him. Lovely, pretty little toys who will destroy Grand Mummy.”

            “How do you know this?” William was still skeptical.

            “Why the stars, my silly darling. The stars told Miss Edith, and Miss Edith told me.” And she went back to humming softly to herself, stroking Miss Edith’s hair.

            Sometime later, Darla and Angelus returned the throne room, satiated expressions on their faces. “Ready to hunt, William?”

            William gladly put down the doll he had been holding for Drusilla and rushed Angelus’ side. “Always.” He’d been looking forward to spending the night hunting with his Sire, as they did every night.

            “Then let’s go.”

            Darla kissed Angelus good-bye saying, “Be sure to bring me a lovely gift, darling.”

            “Come, on, come on! Let’s go!” William insisted, practically dragging Angelus to the entrance of their home. He finally had Angelus all to himself.

            The two vampires headed for the Caves of Night and Day that would lead them to the edge of the Enchanted Forest. There was a plethora of thieves and other miscreants who wouldn’t be missed should they happened to disappear.

 

Comments

[entrenous88.livejournal.com]

Hi. I've sent you a few emails and left one comment regarding your missing schmangst-a-thon entry. You had said you would be finished last Thursday. Is this no longer the case?

I can't imagine you're having online problems, or I would not see your name on fic-lists and your own LJ. So is there something else going on?

Get back to me right away, please. I need to know if I should find a substitute writer for you, since (obviously) the person you are supposed to be writing for still has not received a fic.