The Path That Wasn't Taken [For seewhatmightbe]

[a_pretty_fire]

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?

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[seewhatmightbe.livejournal.com]

"I should say," Alice murmured. She looked at her feet for a moment. "I should like to dance, a bit," she sighed.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

"Then dance," Drusilla chided, "No one will stop you."

She'd snap their necks if they tried, wrapping them up in bows and blood and giving them to the crows for Christmas.

[seewhatmightbe.livejournal.com]

Doing things as soon as she thought of them was still a bit new for Alice, and she couldn't help but skip and twirl a bit upon the encouragement, beaming.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

"Good girl. That's my princess."

Drusilla words were soft and warm. She murmured to make sure that Alice didn't stop and she smiled because it was a beautiful sight indeed.

[seewhatmightbe.livejournal.com]

Still twirling, she tipped her head to Drusilla and asked, "Do you feel like dancing as well?" It was so much fun, after all.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

"I'm always dancing," she said, though she usually did it on the inside. In response to Alice's entreaties, Drusilla pirouetted gracefully.