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.

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[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I'm a wicked thing. It's God's plan. I'm allowed.

[mercwamouth]

Well then go for it.

[Sticks his neck out]

[[ooc: Just so you know, Deadpool wasn't joking. He really does taste bad. This was revealed in a recent issue with zombie-vampires. Think really old spam that was left in the freezer for 30 years and then microwaved.]]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I'm not used to dinner that sits down on the plate.

[But she's hungry and angry and soul-sick. She isn't about to say 'no'. Swiftly, her face shifts and she moves for his neck.]

OOC: Zombie-vampires? Awesome.

[mercwamouth]

[Doesn't move a muscle]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[She bites, but doesn't drink much. Dru pulls back almost instantly, spitting and hissing with disgust.]

You taste like weeds and sawdust!

[mercwamouth]

Toldyaso.

[Bite marks bleed a bit and then heal over]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

It's rude, tasting so foul.

Does it hurt? All that rot flowing around inside you...

[mercwamouth]

Hey, I didn't ask to have cancer.

Well, it used to hurt, but the healing keeps it at bay.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

No. I don't think you know how to say please.

[mercwamouth]

Glad to see the soul hasn't helped with the crazy.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

It hasn't switched off the light, just changed the candles.

[mercwamouth]

Craaaaaazyyyyy.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[She growls a little.] Bad manners. Didn't your mummy teach you to be polite?

[mercwamouth]

Didn't your mummy teach you not to bite the other children?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

My mummy's dead. She bled all over the carpet, and we had no maids left to clean up the mess.

[mercwamouth]

Well my mummy's dead too, so we're even.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla pauses. She normally isn't upset by her mother's death. She was at the time, of course, but Daddy took her place in Drusilla's affections as soon as he sired her. He took Mummy's place and Daddy's ... the other Daddy's ... place. And little Anne's.

She whimpers.]

I don't like this game either.

Did you kill her?

[mercwamouth]

...

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

No?

[mercwamouth]

That'd be none of your business.

[[ooc: I honestly don't know yet. He might have, but his past and his memories are very... touchy.]]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Which, unfortunately, makes her smirk. She's going to take it as a yes, even if it isn't.]