a_pretty_fire: (my sweet little spike)
The Road Less Travelled

2. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
A Midsummer Night's Dream: Act V, Scene I

“Choose a different path, Drusilla,” murmurs the man in the moon, and she does. She steps along a new fork in the road, then another – the future stretches out before her like a ribbon – and she peeps in at the lives she never got to live.

“For eternity, pet. For eternity.” )
a_pretty_fire: (covered with her)
What if Drusilla had been chipped by the Initiative instead of Spike?

Buffy wasn’t quite sure why – or, indeed, how – Drusilla had become her responsibility. The Initiative had experimented on a lot of demons. Only one of them had ended up living in her basement.

It was probably something to do with Angel. Or, rather, Angelus. He’d made her, and poor Angel still suffered for it. He’d even admitted that she was the worst thing he’d ever created. Buffy couldn’t help but feel that helping Drusilla helped him get a little closer to redemption, even if he was too far away to appreciate it.

Or maybe it was because it was so easy to feel sorry for Drusilla. What with the dolls and the big dark eyes and the penchant for slinky insubstantial nightdresses. Maybe Buffy just tried to rationalise it by attributing it to her feelings for Angel. Because, lets face it, volunteering to look after a soulless, psychotic vampire wasn’t at the top of the ‘best decisions’ list.

Still, she’d made her bed. Now she just had to make sure Drusilla didn’t slit her throat while she was lying in it. )

Prompt: What if ..?
Word Count: 2416
a_pretty_fire: (covered with her)
Spike and the Slayer were fighting.

Cat and mouse, lion and mouse, tiger and mouse. Her Spike was going to rip the Slayer’s lungs out. Tear her heart straight from her chest and give it to Drusilla. A present for Princess. They’d been allies once, the Slayer and Spike. Just for a little while. But Spike knew who he was. Who he was, and where he stood.

The Slayer was the enemy.

No.

The Slayer was kissing him?

The Slayer was kissing Spike and Spike wasn’t pushing her away. Spike wasn’t even biting her tongue off.

Spike was kissing her back. Kissing the Slayer. Kissing and kissing and falling to the ground and ...


... and Drusilla woke up with a start. )

Prompt: “You do not choose the life you will experience ahead of time.”
Word Count: 665

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