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Rose Red and Snow White
The place was hot and sticky from the humidity, and large palm tree leaves reached out to brush against her body. The soil beneath her bare toes was moist and a light mist of fog swirled around her as she walked further into the dense jungle. A hissing noise to her left caught her attention, and she looked over to see a boa constrictor slither down a low branch to her. Grinning, she took the large snake into her arms, letting it coil itself around her limbs. Bringing it up to her, she kissed the tip of its nose, then looked up. Through the canopy of the trees, small rays of sunlight shown down on her, though they didn't burn her skin. She smiled, looking over to her right at the sound of rustling leaves. She watched as a tall, slim, pale figure emerged from the shadows as if being born of the darkness itself before her very eyes. Darla canted her head to the side softly, nuzzling the snake she held as she kept her gaze on the dark haired beauty in front of her. The figure grinned and Darla caught the glimpse of tiny, sharp teeth. Darla felt her lips curl up unconciously to return the grin before she spoke. "Hello Drusilla, dear." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Tuscany, Italy- May, 1971 Darla snapped out of her dream then with a jolt of pain, pale eyes searching her chambers quickly. She pushed her blond hair back and lay down once more, her mind reeling. Drusilla was looking for her, searching for her through her dreams, that much was clear, for she'd had the same dream twice already in the past three days. Maybe it was time to go looking for her darling girl once more. She had left the Master for now, alone with her thoughts and wims. She missed Dru's visions and wanton desires sometimes. Aside from Angelus, Dru had been one of the greatest accomplishmets of her undead life. Darla loved her grandchilde for other reasons as well though. Mainly being that Drusilla tended to stir feelings inside her cold heart that not even Angelus had been able to reach. She sighed ever so softly and pushed herself up and out of bed, pacing for a few minutes before she nodded to herself and got ready to pack. She'd leave tonight, on the first possible train. Where she was headed, she wasn't quite sure, but knowing Drusilla, she'd make her present location known to her soon enough. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Argentina- Across the Atlantic Ocean, Drusilla awoke at the precise moment Darla did, pushing herself up into a sitting position. She'd found her, found her sunshine again. All she had to do now was get to her. With a soft sigh, Dru got out of bed, slip-sliding for a moment in the cold pools of blood on the floor like an ice skater. Three bodies surrounded her bed: a tall woman with pale blue eyes and curly black hair, an older man with a potbelly, who had only gotten stuck in her teeth and she hadn't liked him one bit, but the last was a young goat herder whom she'd stolen away from his flock like nymph. He looked like an Adonis. The stars had been jealous she'd found such a treat here. All three people had similar expressions of horror twisted on their unseeing faces. She giggled at the memory of causing that horror as she moved over to the closet. She pulled out a satin and velvet, emerald gown. The garment felt cool and soft against her alabaster flesh. Darla always liked fine, beautiful things, she thought. She grinned, and slipped into her shoes, turning to blow kisses at the bodies in her room as if kissing them goodnight before she left to rejoin her pale goddess. Spike was away, off hunting down a nasty slayer, so she was left to do what she willed. He'd find her one way or another when he was done. Hugging Miss Edith to herself, she made her way down the beaten path that led to one of the main streets. Those unfortunate enough to catch a glimpse of her as she left, shrunk back into their homes, snapping the window shutters closed against the demon she was. For they knew what she was, not a figment of imagination, but a working of the Devil himself, a creature of darkness who stole life from the unsuspecting. It made her grin as she saw the acts, listening in on their fearful thoughts. She would've stayed to enjoy the chaos if it weren't for the urgency in finding Darla now. So she left, never to return to these parts....well not for a couple of decades at least. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- She'd taken a train from Tuscany to Naples, then caught the express to Milan. All that had taken nearly a week already, and she still had to cross into France to meet Dru at the coast. On the trains, she'd dreamt of Drusilla every time she'd fallen asleep. The scenes were always different, ever changing as Dru moved from place to place as well. Darla had gotten off at the Milan station an hour ago, and was just now boarding the one that would take her to St.Germain's and eventually to Bordeaux on the coastline. It was only seven thirty, and the sun woldn't be up for hourse, but the minute she got to her cabin, she pinned a heavy, thick blanket up over the small window, just incase. Despite her immediate instinct to hunt, she locked the door and lay down on the long, bed like couch, closing her eyes to welcome sleep. Under her, she could feel the train jostle a bit and heard the wheels rattle and creak as they coasted along. Sighing heavily, she turned onto her side and willed herself to sleep, just so she could see Dru once more..... They were laying together on a wide, rounded, purple and gold satin couch in what looked like a huge stateroom. She turned to her left slightly, looking over at the sleeping Drusilla and smiled. She leaned over, gently kissing each of her closed eyes. "Awake, awake, my dear Snow White. I call you forth with a kiss," she whispered, kissing her lips softly, then moved back to watch her. Dru's eyes fluttered open, reguarding her with mild curiosity for a moment, then she grinned, her dark eyes glittering. "Are we there yet, Grandmummy?" Darla shook her head softly, caressing Drusilla's right cheek gently and smiled promisingly." Soon darling, soon." Dru nodded, tilting her head towards Darla's hand, then kissed her palm with a coquettish smile. Darla watched her roll onto her back, and she moved with her, sliding her hands over Dru's body, undoing clasps and buttons, letting her free of her garments. Reveling in the feel of her girl's soft, naked flesh, she leaned down, nuzzling into her neck, trailing kisses down over her collarbone. All the while, she grinned at the little moans and whimpers that came from Dru at her attentions. The scene changed then and something quite like a camera flash happened before settling on a new scene. Darla looked around, finding herself tangled in, the once again sleeping, Drusilla's arms. They were both naked and both sported quite a few cuts and bruises, given to one another in turn she guessed. She looked over at her left side, looking out a large round window, much like a porthole that opened up to the sky. She could hear bouyies and waves beating against the room in a never ceasing rythm. Beside her, Drusilla murmured her name, shifting a bit in her sleep. Sighing softly, Darla relaxed back into her, wrapping her arms around her girl and closed her eyes, stroking the back of Dru's hair comfortingly. "Shh..sleep, lovely. We'll be together soon my darling. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The waves that had lulled her off to sleep were also the waves that woke her now. She loked around sleepily, rubbing her eyes for a moment, then those dark oculars narroed in anger. Dru hissed at the ocean, shifting into her vampiric form for a moment, then shifted back to the human one, giggling as she listened to the ocean receed like a dog with its tail between its legs.She'd been having such a nice dream, full of tantilizing whispers and naughty desires, but then the reched sea had gone and spoiled it. Maybe it wasn't the sea at all, but a kelpie or sprite or even a mermaid being mischievious. She was three days across the Atlantic by now. Her last glimpse of land had been the crudely made seaport in Salvador, Brazil. She wasn't much for sea-fairing anymore, hadn't been since the time she and Spike went down with the Aberdeen* in 1940, though the rest of that little adventure had been very nice.But, be that as it may, a ship would be the only way to get to Darla, so she had gotten on with minimal complaint. Armed with the prospect of seeing Darla in mind, she dressed herself, then Miss Edith, combing the doll's fair hair, then set out to prepare herself (or rather her intended victims) for a very long trip. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Bordeaux, France- June 1971 Her every waking moment was spent wondering about Drusilla. The dreams had suddenly stopped four days ago, leaving Darla anxious and tense. Though vampires were immortal, they were still susceptible to some dangers. Usually someone was there to protect Dru, keep her away from the sun when she got curious, away from fire when her mind wandered, helped her when she needed it. There was nothing Darla could do for her now, though, and for all she knew, Dru was still at sea. In hopes of getting her mind off Drusilla's predicament for now, she went out, wandering Bordeaux's streets until she found a small, local underground bar. The place was just a hole in the wall operation, but no one turned to stare when she came in, so it worked for her. The room smelt of sweat, spilt beer, and cigerette smoke. It was hot from all the bodies crowded in there, the sound of human heartbeats ran through her head. She made her way to a darkened corner of the room, glancing back as the wide leaves of a houseplant she hadn't seen before brushed against her. Her eyes shot wide open and she looked around, searching the room for Drusilla. She felt nor saw anything but humans. With a soft sigh, she settled into her chair, continuing to scan the room for her expected visitor. "Run and catch....run and catch," a voice behind her whispered, making Darla grin, but she didn't turn around just yet."The lamb is caught in the blackberry..." Drusilla parted from the shadows, running her fingers through her grandsire's hair. She leaned in, planting soft kises on the back of Darla's now exposed neck as well. "Patch,"Darla finished for her, whispering softly.She tilted her head forward and closed her eyes with a little sigh of contentment. "Mmm...oh, darling girl. I missed you." Dru giggled softly, leaning down to lay her head against Darla's and whispered to her. "I looked...the faeries showed me us in sleep. Rose Red and her Snow White..I missed you as well, Rose." With that, Darla felt loved again, wanted, and at peace for the first time in ages. She served the Master and his Order only because he pulled rank. With Angelus gone, she had no excuse not to be with her sire. But she only wanted to be with the family she had made for herself all those years ago. It was Dru, and granted sometimes even the arrogant Spike, that she missed. "Come, darling,"she said, standing and turned, taking Drusilla's hand in hers. "I'm famished and it has been so long since we last fed together. I want some fun." She smiled, slow and dangerous, watching a mixture of sinister intent and innocent charm flash through her girl's eyes. She laughed, kissing Drusilla full out then, sliding her hand to the back of her head and pulled her in closer. When she pulled away, Dru's chest was moving up and down quickly in the fake arrosement of life that she and Spike had mastered. Darla grinned, reaching up to caress the side of Drusilla's face, smiling as she heard her coo and murmur in delight. She took Dru's hand then, leading her out into the fresh night air, comforted by her presence at her side once more....the way it should be. |
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