003 [A Tribute to Saint Valentine]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Miss Edith has returned to the Plane.

So has Drusilla, actually, and the vampire is holding the doll with all the reverence of a woman holding a sacred object.]

Saint Valentine is coming. It must be dull, sleeping all year and waking up for one little day.

Nobody makes sacrifices to him any more. They sell cards and trinkets and their souls, but no sacrifices. Nothing exciting.

[She holds Miss Edith out at arm's length, critically evaluating the doll before pulling her close and adjusting her dress.]

We're going to paint the town red, aren't we, my pet? Spike can't go do it, not with those nasty little wires in his brain. We'll have to celebrate for both of us.

Should I get him a little boy as a present, or a little girl?

We could even bake a cake.

Comments

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Oh? Isn't that clever? Hiding it all away until it wants to escape and be icing again.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Clever enough. You should see what they come up with in a few hundred years.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I will. I just have to wait.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[intrigued] Sure you'll live that long?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

If I'm a sensible little girl, and stay away from matches.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

You know, I always thought that was the case, and look at me. Barely nine hundred and already on my ninth regeneration.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

You always get too close to the fire. I can see it in you. The fire and the stars.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? You and the cat should really have a talk.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

The cat? Does he have a cradle? Or a silver spoon?

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Could be, she hoards anything and everything else.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

A magpie and a cat. Isn't that clever? Nobody would guess.