a_pretty_fire: (dancing)
Drusilla is a very sociable (and completely mad) vampire. She loves meeting new people, and is, consequently, always open for plotting and RP.

As a mun, I welcome criticism and advice, as well as canon corrections (if necessary). No one is infallible, and, although this is my interpretation of Drusilla, I welcome input from other fans and writers. It’s nice to know what works and what doesn’t!

Comments are screened, just in case, but you're very welcome to contact me on AIM or by email if you prefer. The details are all in my journal profile.

I can also be reached fairly easily via my personal journal, [livejournal.com profile] atraphoenix, but please note that I am in the UK and currently operating on GMT.
a_pretty_fire: (completely mad)
Can you hear that, Miss Edith? Someone's talking to us.

Hear them whispering. Such serious little whispers. Such serious little faces.

We're listening.
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a_pretty_fire: (my darling deadly boy)
It was raining in Prague. Their suite was bright and golden – just like the pretty little girl that Spike had found for their supper – but the greyness of the skies and bleakness of the sodden city seeped in through the curtains. It was almost enough to choke Drusilla. It filled up her head until she wanted to scream with frustration. The heavens shouldn’t have opened. They were supposed to remain closed to the likes of her. She’d been marked for the devil from the day of her birth and claimed by him forever on the day of her death. When she’d risen from the ground, as white as a ghost and with soil in her hair, she’d stepped forward without ever looking back towards the light that she’d lost.

(“Don’t worry, princess,” Spike had murmured, kissing her bare shoulder as he sprawled out on the bed beside her. “The rain’ll clear up soon and then we can go out and find out who’s worth killing in this city.”)

She was lucky to have her darling deadly boy. They never had any difficulty entertaining themselves, though he’d drifted off to sleep now. She must have tired him out. )
a_pretty_fire: (killer)
Player Nickname: Emma
Player LJ: [livejournal.com profile] atraphoenix
AIM: atravenenum
Email: atraphoenix@hotmail.co.uk

Character: Drusilla
Fandom: Angel / Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Current Canon Point: Following Darla's resurrection.

Character Notes )

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a_pretty_fire: (the stars will align)
Although the sun had set over an hour ago, Taxon wasn't ready to sleep. (It was a city made up of the dead and the broken and the dangerous and the damned. It couldn't sleep.) The air was singing to her, crackling with fear and confusion and anger and a maelstrom of other delightful emotions that thrilled Drusilla to the core.

(When it had started, she'd knelt down on the grass, burrowing her fingers through the cool green blades until she'd stained her nails with soil and felt the very pulse of the city beneath her palm. It was only as alive as the people who lived there made it. It was alive now.)

Who would they bring to her? Who would she get to see again?

She thought of the missing parts of her family - not just her darling deadly boy and her grandmother, but the daughter who hadn't been born yet and the brother who might never come to be and the not-quite-cousin she'd treasured - with affection. With love. The chance to see them again would be even sweeter than Christmas.

She thought of the friends - could she really call them that? - that she had made and lost since coming to the city. Men from the stars and princesses from the past. A collection almost as precious (and certainly as strange) as her dear little family.

Although she hadn't been a good girl recently, she walked confidently - softly, swiftly, a shadow among the shadows - through the city.

If the hamsters told Father Christmas to give her coal instead of diamonds again, she'd rip their eyes out.
a_pretty_fire: (ill met by moonlight)
The night was black as coal. The same colour as her heart. The same colour as a tongue that had been corrupted by filthy little lies. Usually, Drusilla would have relished that. But things were different now.

She and her new doll had been together for a week, feasting and dancing and drinking in the moonlight. Full of potential, she was. For goodness or for wickedness, depending on who found her first.

For Drusilla, the path was as clear as the blade of a knife. She had found Alice first. She would fashion her sweet little girl into the vampire that she deserved to be.

Angelus had sculpted her. Now it was time for his little girl to make a masterpiece of her own.

"Alice?" she murmured, slipping silently into her companion's hotel room, "Are you dreaming?"

What are you dreaming of, my dear? Are you seeing the future I'm going to build for you?
a_pretty_fire: (to her own tune)
Character Name: Drusilla (AU) [[livejournal.com profile] a_pretty_fire]
Species: Vampire
Abnormal Abilities, if any?: The strengths that come with her species, along with a few psychic gifts. (Visions of the future, a knack for hypnosis and occasionally unnerving insight, for the most part.)

TL;DR Ahead! )
a_pretty_fire: (cool)
The path untrod is a dangerous place to walk, but, when two seers are travelling it together, the journey can be exciting as well as bloody.

Threads )

[The Seers 'verse is AU excursion with [livejournal.com profile] seewhatmightbe. I've always thought that Alice was wasted on Twilight.]
a_pretty_fire: (everything withers and dies)

There isn't enough room. I'm made up of blood and flesh. I'm filled up with secrets. There isn't room for a soul, not even for a little while.

I'll scratch your eyes out! I'll rip your throat out! I'll never be good. I can't be good. The wickedness is already inside. Can't you smell it? Can't you feel it?

I don't have the coins for the boatman. We'll all have to pay for the mess.
a_pretty_fire: (dru likes to troll time lords)
(Although this story doesn't feature a particular version of Ten, I can’t pretend that I didn’t have [livejournal.com profile] rude_not_ginger in mind when I was writing it.)

Ten Trips Still to be Taken )

Prompt: Ten Trips Still to be Taken
Word Count: 3017
a_pretty_fire: (human)
Once Upon a Time

3. The true beginning of our end.
A Midsummer Night's Dream: Act V, Scene I

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful little girl. )
a_pretty_fire: (cool)

Name: Emma
Journal: [livejournal.com profile] atraphoenix
IM: atravenenum
Email: atraphoenix@hotmail.co.uk
Other Characters: DG and Martha Jones

Character Information

Character Name: Drusilla (AU)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Chronology: Drusilla is canonical up to her appearance in the episode 'Becoming: Part II' in the second season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. She deviates somewhat after that, although the events of her universe roughly follow the events of the next few seasons.

“Psst, we're going to destroy the world. Want to come?” )

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a_pretty_fire: (ill met by moonlight)
(Based on roleplay with the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] swanseer at [livejournal.com profile] realityshifted.)

Drusilla was just like Goldilocks. She didn’t have the right hair and she couldn’t abide porridge, but the stories ... oh, yes. She always got the stories right.

Too hot, too cold and just right. )

Prompt: "We are alone, you and I. How unusual."
Word Count: 1,592
a_pretty_fire: (pretty as a picture)
I don't know if I like this new game of yours. I don't want to be a boy, not even for a little while. None of my dresses will fit, and Miss Edith won't like it. She'll be upset.

Will you pick a nice face for me? I like it better when I get to pick my own.
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: (ill met by moonlight)
Chile was a popular destination for vampires. It didn’t have the vibrancy of Brazil or the history of Peru, but it had an ample supply of shadowy old buildings and pretty little flower girls. William – who was either twenty four years or six months old, depending on how you wanted to measure age – had been sired during a holiday trip to Santiago, and now aimed to make sure that his ‘mother’ enjoyed everything the country had to offer.

It wasn’t an easy task. Drusilla was petulant and unpredictable, and she certainly wasn’t a patient teacher. William had no idea what sort of shoes he had been made to fill, but the older vampire made it painfully clear that he would never really succeed.

He wished he didn’t love her so much, but everything had changed when she’d lured him into a quiet alleyway behind an even quieter hotel. What else did he have now?

Drusilla was currently seated in the centre of a room in an abandoned warehouse, sprawled elegantly across a white divan with her crimson dress spread out around her like a drop of blood in a saucer of milk. She seemed to be in a good mood, although William wasn't entirely sure why. She'd spent most of last night teasing him for his mediocre blood lust.

She seemed to be ... waiting for something.

He wasn't entirely surprised when there was a bang on the door.

"There's somebody outside. Pet."

He didn’t understand why Drusilla was so fond of being called ‘pet’, but following it up with a ‘princess’ was a sure fire way of getting an invitation into her bed, so the young vampire said it as much as possible. Today, however, she snapped her head up, quick as a snake, to stare straight past him and fix her gaze on the door.

“It’s Grandmummy, come to see her little Drusilla,” she breathed, dark eyes shining, “We shall have satin and fine dresses and crumpets for tea.”

She stopped suddenly, sniffing the air.

“And she brings the Angel beast with her. She’s full of him.”

She glanced at the vampire hovering uncertainly at her side.

“Run away, little boy. This isn’t a game for you to play.” )

Prompt: Mother's Love
Word Count: 940
a_pretty_fire: (everything withers and dies)
I asked them to stop, once. I was just a little girl. I had a heart beating in my chest and mud on my petticoats and I thought I could shape the world if I just wished hard enough. If wishes were fishes we’d live in the sea. I’d like to swim in a sea like that. I didn’t know that the pixies wouldn’t listen. The pictures aren’t just in my head, they’re part of my head. Filling me up. There’d be nothing left if you took them away, just skin and bones and horrible science.

But I didn’t know that. I didn’t know. )

Prompt: “Would you please get out of my head?”
Word Count: 507


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