Artistic Asylum

Title: The City…
Character(s): Drusilla
Warnings: Violence
Pairings: None
Fandom: Angel the Series
Word count: 945
Rating: R
Disclaimer: (These characters belong to Joss Whedon, The WB, UPN, and FOX). Although I am emoting these characters I did not CREATE them. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.

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How I loved this town and all its pretty lights. It reminded me of fireflies flapping around in the distance. So much to see, and all the time in the world to see it. The only thing I hated about this place was the ugly skies… I could never see the stars at night really clear from here, like I did when I was in Europe. It was most depressing. I always loved the stars. I could still heart them in my head but I could not see them. And that was never any fun… Boo hoo.

I cold hear the cooing of the stars in my little head, singing and singing, things were coming, things were coming, ready to play, wanting to play and reign over this place like the queen ant in her throne. I clutched Miss Edith tighter and sang with her… She told me she was cold, she always complained about the cold. It made me cross whenever she complained. It was most annoying of her to do. I looked at her, her glass empty eyes staring back at me.

“Hush up now, Miss Edith. You’re making mommy cross. Mommy doesn’t like to be cross.” I said with a hiss.

I hurt her feelings; I didn’t like hurting her feelings. She was the only one that stayed with me forever and ever and ever. All the others had left me. Daddy had left the coop, and grandmum, and my baby Spike. All flew away, never ever to return to me… Lost forever and all, all, all for the slayer. She ate eggs, and cooked meat. Ate all those things that were rotted and disgusting.

“Now see what your cold has done Miss Edith? You made mommy think about the past. I don’t like the past.”

I looked in her eyes; I could not see myself in her eyes and that made me sad and hungry. I needed a little yummy to fill my tummy. Maybe a little child to poke and play with. I smiled, clutched Miss Edith tighter, and sang as I walked through one of the busier streets. This was interesting. So many people, so many children around here. Perfect.

“Looks like the carnival is in town Miss Edith. What do you say we find us a lost little child and bring him back our place?” I smiled as Miss Edith agreed.

I looked around, trying to find the perfect little child. One with round cheeks and chubby little fingers. And there standing by himself eating a little sugar something was the sweetest little angel my eyes had ever seen. I walked up to him and smiled and just the same he smiled back at me. What a precious, precious thing was the smile of a child, so innocent, and warm, full of true feelings.

“Are you lost?” I asked him. “I’m waiting for my mommy. She told me to say here with my sister. She said she had to go to the bathroom.” He said in his young sweet voice.

“So where is your sister now, poppet?” I asked, bending down to take a better look at him.

He shrugged. “She wanted to buy more candy, and told me to stay here.”

“Is that right? Well, I’m sure she will be while. Do you want me to get you some more candy, poppet? I got tons of it at home. I promise I will bring you right back, to this very spot. Hmm? What do you say?”

I took his hand and guided him to my place. He was so precious with his little smile and his little cherub’s face. We walked to all the way home and as we got in I sat him on the bed, and offered him some candy. He smiled. I handed him a little piece of candy and he started unwrapping it right away.

I giggled and sat next to him, and he smiled at me… so very precious.

I smiled back and showed him my fangs. He dropped the candy and began to squeal like a tiny little pig. I liked it when they screamed. I grabbed him by the collar, holding him in place and started to poke his fat little belly with my sharp nails. Oh, how he screamed and screamed and screamed. I laughed out loud and liked my fingers, savoring his sweet little baby blood. He kept on squealing and screaming and whimpering, and after a while I couldn’t take it any more. His little screams were hurting my sensitive ears.

“Now, now, poppet, no more crying.” I said and covered his mouth as I bit him hard in the cheek.

His blood was so filling, so sweet, so good. I drank and drank until there was no more to drink. I drank until he stopped squirming; I drank until his eyes rolled up to the back of his curly little head.

Finally, I let him go and he fell to the floor with a loud thud. I licked my lips, and picked him up, cradling him in my arms as if he was my own babe. “See, poppet… all better.” I said whispering in his ear.

I took him back to the place that I found him. I smiled as I propped him up close to the place where I had taken him, putting his little hands to his face and laid him across the bench as if he were sleeping. I kissed his cold little forehead and left him there, walking away, walking away, and leaving the place just as swiftly as I had come. Smiling wide as I herd the screams from a far.