008: A Good Deed in a Weary World [Location: Around the City]

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It was time.

Drusilla had been waiting patiently – for the right moon and the right moment and, most importantly of all, the right people – and, at long last, it was time.

“Little lamb, little lamb
My birthday is here at last!
Little fish, little fish
Do you think I'll get my wish?
Little lamb, little lamb
I wonder how old I am ..?”

Centuries and centuries. It didn’t matter. She’d made her wish and Miss Edith was already on her way. A hundred birthday gifts – a thousand! – couldn’t mean more to her than that.

The vampire stayed close to the shadows. Not because she needed to, no, but because the darkness was soft and familiar. The sleeping city rippled with anticipation. Something was happening. It had started with the Extras, though they hadn’t – wouldn’t – harm Drusilla. Unlike the rest of the residents, she was moving with purpose and determination, encouraged by the hamsters and aided by the stars. They guided her footsteps, telling her who to seek and how to find them.

The first one would be easy. His name had been on the tip of her tongue since she’d spoken to the hamsters. He was so lonely. The loneliest man in any world. He’d be delighted to see a familiar face, wouldn’t he? Just for a little while? His hearts – two of them, which would make sure a mess if his throat was ever slit – hammered with the need for love and attention.

She didn’t know the others, not really. Just their faces. Just their faces and wishes that called to her across the city.

That was more than enough.

OOC: Open to the unfortunate lucky individuals who are about to benefit from Drusilla’s sudden surge of charitable feeling. There is also a fresh heart in a box on Ruby's desk. Good luck with that?

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[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Drusilla stepped out of the shadows with a sweet smile. For once, the threat - the fight - was something she could respond to. The chip wouldn't hamper her and that knowledge was something to be savoured. After so long, it was almost as thrilling at the fight itself would be.

"Did you like it?"

[rubinuslapis.livejournal.com]

Ruby's been twitchy for something to really sink her teeth into as well. With Captain Moron she still had to be careful and the rest of the kidnapped she'd met were as pansy as they came.

The woman that reveals herself isn't what Ruby expected but the grin on the demon's face means that it's not an unpleasant surprise. "Not every day I get a heart in a box. If mine beat any faster I might have a flush."

After another step forward, the smile turns a little sharper. "Still wondering whether you hoped I'd like it or hoped I'd cringe away like a little bitch, though."

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"Mine doesn't beat at all."

She took another step forward. The pavement felt cold and strange beneath her bare feet. Her white dress fluttered slightly in the weak existent breeze. It was as if the city wanted to make it look as if she was a ghost.

"I didn't," she said, smiling again. "I knew you'd like it."

[rubinuslapis.livejournal.com]

At that, Ruby lets the box drop to the ground and rushes the woman, her anger getting the best of her. Drusilla looks weak to Ruby, looks breakable.

"Yeah, and how the fuck would you know something like that?" She's not looking to hurt her yet, if she cooperates.

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Drusilla looked breakable because she had been broken. But she'd also been repaired. Patchily and clumsily and dangerously, yes, but she'd been repaired. She was swift and sharp and far more dangerous than her pale limbs and wide eyes would suggest.

When Ruby started forward, Drusilla - laughing aloud, as if it was a marvelous game - stepped up to meet her. Her face shifted. A subtle, hungry shift. She continued to smile.

"I saw it in his head. Your puppy's head."