Everything For Free

By Shattered Faith

Drusilla smiled to herself, hearing a wonderful birdsong as she spied the dress hanging in the window. “Lovely . .” She whispered. “I would look just loike a prin-cess .. “ Drusilla ran her fingers lightly over the invisible glass that she did not see. She wasn’t touching something clear and cold, she was touching beautiful fabric laced only for royalty. That dress would be hers, she wanted it now. Eyes closed in blissful anticipation, Dru entered through the shop door.

“What can I help you with?” A voice sounded from somewhere behind Dru. Drusille ignored it, and listened to her tummy instead. It was telling her how hungry it was, it was demanding sustenance. Cautiously, she turned on the shopkeeper. Her firey eyes connected with his in her special trance, and she breathed deep, drawing him in.

“Moi ‘ead, it’s singing for you . .” She cooed, lightly running a finger over the man’s cheek. He froze, mesmerized by her beauty. He opened his mouth, but because Drusilla willed it so, no sound came out. Slowly, as if deliberately drawing out the moment, her facial features changed and she smiled, showing her glistening fangs.

“Oi’m a Prin-Cess . .” She muttered as she slowly sunk her teeth into his neck. Warm hot liquid filled her mouth and she eagerly sipped and swallowed, feeling comfort from the hotness floating down her dead trachea. Finished, she let the uninteresting corpse fall to the ground. Immediately, her attention was turned back to the dress on display. Her entire body screamed for it, as if it were a living thing that was a necessity to her survival.

Having no control over her trancelike limbs, Drusilla’s fingers latched around the dress and gently pulled it off the display. She held the warm material to her cold skin and sighed with content. What she wanted, was hers for free.

Drusilla giggled as people all around her praised her on her new dress. “Oh, you look so beautiful!” They said to her, and “My, what a wonderful Queen you would be!” But Dru had to correct them.

“No, I’m a Prin-Cess!” Drusilla was eternally happy because she had learned the special secret to existing in this world. You were never alone. If you didn’t like the friends you had, you can just make up new ones!

Dru stopped short as a handsome man stepped lightly in front of her. She gasped. He was the most beautiful and brave Knight in all the land! He swooped Drusilla up in his arms, and smiled down upon her. Carefully, he set her down and kneeled in front of her. He took her hand into his own.

“You are my Prin-Cess. . “ He said to her. She giggled in delight. Suddenly, there was a disturbance. Dru stared in horror as Her Man was attacked from behind.

Oh no, it was Her! The Evil, Bad Slayer that had taken Her Lil’ Spoike! Frightened and alone, she backed up in fear and horror, but to her surprise and delight her very own Knight backhanded Buffy had across the face. The Slayer fell hard, gasping as the air was knocked out of her lungs. He went in for the kill, but the little brat stood up and began punching him hard in the gut. Dru winced as she heard him double over, but then, like a mericle from Hell itself, he managed to reached out and grip the Slayer hard around her neck. She began to choke, and that’s when the Knight lowered his fangs to Buffy’s neck.

Drusilla held the breath that she didn’t need in nervous anticipation, but this time he finally did it. His fangs slid with sickening accuracy into her exposed neck, and he drank his fill of her sweet nectar. A sadistic smile slowly spread across Dru’s face as she watched Buffy’s eyes roll into the back of her head, and her rosy red lips became tight and blue. Finally, Drusilla’s Brave Knight dropped her crumpled body to the ground like a bad habit. He grinned.

“Ooo . . o o . .you killed the Bad Slayer. . “ She said with awe and admiration. He slowly advanced on her, roughly pulling her body up against his. She liked it rough when he deserved it, and she dug her nails harshly into his back and tilted her neck. He kissed her aggressively, and she responded with eagerness. She glanced over at the Slayer’s dead form. Too bad this wasn’t real . .but she wouldn’t let herself believe that.

Drusilla now sat alone on the park bench, after a confrontation with Spike. He had been Her Special Knight, until he couldn’t kill the Slayer. He even made friends with her. She had made him, givin him a new life and he did nothing but hurt her. He just didn’t understand. Every time she looked at him, she saw in him her own failure. She had failed in so many things. She had failed in making Spike into a true vampire, she had even failed her sire because it was her Childe that stopped him from bringing forth Acathla. Why should he blame her for the chaos demon? She needed Something in her life! She needed Someone who was at least dripping with some sort of evil Slime, not this sniveling sick excuse for a creature of the night!

And so, to escape her misery, Drusilla closed her eyes and chose to see things the way they should be seen. She saw through the looking glass, and everything was all better again. She was evil in her Own Right, Her wonderful, brave, Evil Knight was always at her side, and Her Angelus had ended the world. Inside her mind, things could fall into place.