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taxonomites2010-10-29 05:33 pm
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016: Beating to a Funeral Song [Accidental Visual / Location: Hyperion Hotel]
She could feel her heart beating.
The blood pulsed through her veins to a rhythm that, once upon a time, Drusilla would have danced along to. But she wasn't dancing today. Because it was her heart. A heart that had been silenced for centuries.
Her eyes snapped open.
No. Not her eyes. She'd fallen asleep as a vampire, safe in the forest and with Miss Edith in her arms. She'd woken up as a human. And not just any human. Somehow, she'd slipped into the skin of the Vision Girl.
For a long time, there was nothing but silence. It shattered with a scream and, for an even longer amount of time, Drusilla didn't realise that it was coming from her lips.
She screamed and she screamed and then, because there was nothing else she could do, she laughed.
The Vision Girl's heart kept on beating.
The blood pulsed through her veins to a rhythm that, once upon a time, Drusilla would have danced along to. But she wasn't dancing today. Because it was her heart. A heart that had been silenced for centuries.
Her eyes snapped open.
No. Not her eyes. She'd fallen asleep as a vampire, safe in the forest and with Miss Edith in her arms. She'd woken up as a human. And not just any human. Somehow, she'd slipped into the skin of the Vision Girl.
For a long time, there was nothing but silence. It shattered with a scream and, for an even longer amount of time, Drusilla didn't realise that it was coming from her lips.
She screamed and she screamed and then, because there was nothing else she could do, she laughed.
The Vision Girl's heart kept on beating.
[Location: Hyperion Hotel]
Complications abound.
It's the gentleness that makes River stop in her tracks, stop and stiffen like so many over-dried twigs. It smells like honey on top of tar.
"Who are you?"
[Location: Hyperion Hotel]
She thought she was Drusilla, but she was thinking and feeling things - kind, soft things - that the vampire had all but forgotten. There was even a heart beating in her chest, reminding her of her strangeness. Her wrongness.
She must have displeased someone important.
"I used to be Drusilla," she said, "But I used to be someone else before that. It's all tangled up."