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]

I have to get rid of it now. I don't like this. All the switches in my head have been turned inside out.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Emo?

[mercwamouth]

HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO MEEEE!

An' all that.

Seems a bit strange for a vampire.

[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]

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.

[mercwamouth]

Don't remember that happening...

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

It's a new page, but it shouldn't have been written. The ink is going to run.

[mercwamouth]

Ah. Experiment.

[How did I comprehend that?]

[You probably speak Crazy.]

What'd they do to you?

[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]

They gave me a soul. It's filthy. I can't abide it!

1/2

[mercwamouth]

2/2

[mercwamouth]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

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

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I can still bite rude little boys.

[mercwamouth]

Yeah, but you'll feel bad.

Plus I taste bad.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[and now for some stunned silence!]

You got a soul? How did... when did... what?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

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

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

They threw it into me. Like poor Daddy, but they used science instead of magic tricks from the rabbit's hat.

It's choking me. Rotten.