004 [Et Spiritus Sancti]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Wicked little girls get sent to bed without any supper. I didn't mean to forget. I used to say my prayers every day, but I don't know the words now. Scattered like broken glass.

In nomine patris. I remember that from long ago, but it burns my poor tongue. The church is in ruins now, with sky for a ceiling and grass choking the gravestones.

It hurts.

[Drusilla is sitting on the ground with her knees hugged to her chest. Although she often wears unusual clothing, she has never looked this disheveled before. Her eyes are wide, and she is rocking a little as she makes a low, whimpering sort of sound.]

Just a devil. Just a devil. The monsters in the bed are crawling out to play. We can't look. We shouldn't look. Evil things need to be swallowed up by the shadows, before they're burned to dust.

It hurts.

OOC: Welcome to the start of Dru's first experiment! For the next fortnight, she will be a vampire with a soul. And she won't be happy about it.

Comments

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Juni is fairly worried by this, edging over and tilting her head slightly] ...Dru? What's wrong?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

They've broken me. Thought it would be funny to destroy the jigsaw and steal my favourite pieces...

I don't want it.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Frown] Broken you? How...?

What is this it?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

A filthy stinking soul.

The nasty tinkerers didn't like their toy box, so they thought they'd play with me instead.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

... [Excuse her, Juni will now be gaping]

...Oh, Oh.

Don't worry, I'm... I'm sure it will be gone soon.

[mercwamouth]

When did you become emo?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Emo?

[mercwamouth]

HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO MEEEE!

An' all that.

Seems a bit strange for a vampire.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

They've broken me. I'm not a vampire now. I'm a ghost. I won't be a vampire until I learn how to cut it out.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[Buffy is sort of... standing at a distance, looking concerned and perhaps morbidly interested with a dash of creeped out]

Umm... Drusilla? I can't... actually believe these words are coming out of my mouth, but. Are you okay?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Broken. I don't like this game.

I have to cut it out.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Cut it out... [hmm now where has she heard that before?]

I take it you are not talking cutting out in the fun make-and-do rainy day arts and crafts sense, so... cut what out?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

This ... soul. I don't want it!

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[and there is a random Doll walking along the Plane when she spots Dru. she doesn't approach, but she watches, a little curious and a little sad to see her like this. also, pinged by mention of plants!]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla looks up.]

I'm not a toy. I'm not a pawn, sliding forwards and backwards over the squares. Don't try and play with me.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[awww, Suiseiseki is so confused now] I-I'm not playing with you, desu. You're just an ugly human. I wouldn't want to, desu!

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla confuses people at the best of times, let alone when she's not herself.]

Human? Is that what I smell like? A filthy human soul, crawling around inside my chest.

[madamemoiselle]

{Thoughtfully} What hurts?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Inside. [She taps her chest, then her temple.] It isn't supposed to be there!

[madamemoiselle]

{Diva looks thoughtful for a moment, trying to think how heart and mind are connected}

Let's see...You don't mean a heart, since I heard that before....Ah! Do you mean a...what is it...A soul, maybe?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla hisses at the word 'soul', which is effectively the same as saying 'yes'.]

Filthy thing. It's disgusting.

[di-persona.livejournal.com]

{Murmured}...et fillii et Spiritus Sancti.

There are hardly any monsters coming to play.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

You know it? Will you help? I don't have a rosary.

Oh, there are. You can't see them. He caught me a long time ago.

[di-persona.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I've long since discarded my rosary as well. I'm hardly a holy woman, just a follower of an ancient religion.

Who caught you?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

The demon under the bed.