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Taxon was a very capricious place, unpredictable and unbalanced like a scale that kept tipping back and forth without ever finding it's center. All this nonstop disequilibrium was beginning to wear thin on the vampire. Angel was restless, tired and frustrated all at the same time, and while that was pretty much the norm for him, being here and not having any control over anything, whether it be comings and goings or glitches or the world almost ending. None of that, did they have a say in. Regardless of the fact that there were certain elements of life here in Taxon that made it not quite the horrible experience some made it out to be, not being able to affect anything made being here near unbearable at times.

Angel liked being in control and hated being manipulated and being told what to do, but most of all he hated being unable to rebel against the unique sort of oppression the aliens placed on their captives. Defiance was at the very core of his person, something that was a key part of him long before he became a vampire; something his demon nature capitalized upon and thrived on. Only one person had been able to get away with pushing his buttons, giving him orders and revoking his right to take a stand - and that woman was long dead, twice over and more importantly, not these goddamn aliens.

It was only natural for him to seek out a constant for balance when the that which wasn't began to grate on him more so than before. (Classic bottler. Eating, eating, eating away until that cap came unscrewed and that which was put aside came boiling to the surface.) Someone whose presence he'd always found soothing, who was the person he'd known longest in the world now that said woman - Darla - was gone.

He went to the playground first and would try the forest next if she wasn't there.

"Drusilla?"

[ ooc | backdated to before spike's glitch. sorry i didn't get this up sooner, emma! today was a busier than i anticipated. ♥ ]

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Wow. That'll surely teach her.

Actually, it will. Drive the point across more accurately than you'd think, show that I'm displeased. Dru doesn't care what you think or anyone else in Taxon thinks. But, my opinion? That's the one that matters - keeping me pleased with her. She wants to stay on my good side, likes it when I make her the center of attention, if only for a moment. And she doesn't want to lose that again.

Edited 2010-09-16 09:25 (UTC)

Yeah, that's good and sweet and all. Just one thing? Tell her to stay the hell away from me - if she knows what's good for her.

I'll see what I can do.

[ pause. dru's a touchy subject, given...it's something he's still sorting through himself and finally coming to terms with after a good century of not necessarily ignoring it all, but being so disconnected from everything he was that it was hard to find those strings again, let along what they were even connected to. ]

Wes told me that she lured you to the mall. Did she try to hurt you?

She could've. [ she sighs. that incident was just too close and freaky, considering cordelia didn't know drusilla at all, or anything about the vampire. ] Who knows what could have happened if Wes wasn't all stalker-like during that time.

Edited 2010-09-16 09:40 (UTC)

She's got the chip. Any direct, physical harm would've set it off...

[ but angel knew better. drusilla was far more clever than her insane nature made her out to be. but, he doubted she would've harmed cordelia. she was something he loved and as much as he knew drusilla wanted to shove her aside and keep his attention all to herself - too well, after all this time, he still knew his childe too well (he shaped her into being that way when he destroyed her mind) - dru wouldn't risk completely pushing him away by doing that. ]

I don't know what she was trying to do. I don't think she was trying to be malicious, but somethings... Even I can't figure her out.

I don't know, either. But you can't blame me for being suspicious. Not after what she'd done. Not after what she had others do to me.

I know and I'm not-- I'm not defending her and I'm not saying that you should stop being suspicious. It's good to be. Letting your guard down... Even if she had good intentions, she's still evil. Without a soul, it's simply in her nature.

Edited 2010-09-16 10:14 (UTC)

I thought she had one nowadays?

She was glitching. I'm not sure if she still has it, but I'll be able to tell; be able to smell it.

[ he pauses, then because this is her and the feed's locked, he selfishly, cowardly admits: ] I hope she doesn't.

You do? Why?

I drove her mad. Tore her mind apart piece by piece; killed her family - sister, parents, anyone related within reasonable distance. Friends, too. Those other girls at the nunnery. Destroyed her in every way I could think of and then turned her into a vampire to keep her that way for all eternity. She... She'd have a better grip on the fact that what I did was--

Don't really want to deal with that kind of...backlash.

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