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Behind the Facade - Joss100 Challenge
Following please find my contributions towards the Joss100.
My claim is Darla in Buffy/Angel and maybe Firefly, Writing Set #2.
Please enjoy.
TITLE: Behind the façade.
AUTHOR: Demona
EMAIL: Demona_The_Dark_One@yahoo.com
SUMMARY: Darla’s life as we never knew it.
SPOILER WARNING:
For Buffy and Angel: All of seven seasons of Buffy and five of Angel.
For Firefly (if used): All of season one of Firefly and possibly the movie, Serenity.
RATING: FR18, at the moment.
"A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel: the Series or Firefly/Serenity. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission. Joss Whedon is God…
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Chapter One - Prompt#001 - Dreams
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Dreams of the Damned
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Drusilla dreams a many dreams. Lying watch over her at night is part of the solace I seek. My dear boy has gone, stolen from me, and replaced by a monster.
Drusilla only speaks of him in her dreams – tossing and turning, managing to tangle herself in the sheets. Entire indecipherable monologues she mutters. And I’m sure they would make sense, complete sense, to him. After all, he created her, he broke her, and he made her his beautiful masterpiece. I wonder if he would understand her now.
Her conscious dreams happen, more often than not these days. Walking hallucinations. He thought she was a gifted killer, all I see now is a little girl lost. Lost without her Daddy.
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William sleeps like the dead. No sound, no movement, just a corpse laid down. Occasionally he’ll mutter random insanities, spout unbelievably horrible poetry, or lash out. He once pinned Drusilla to the floor, intent on chopping her head off. The night Angelus disappeared and didn’t return home, Spike dreamt he killed a Slayer. He dreamt he brought her head to Angelus, and they bathed in her blood.
He slept lightly for three decades after that.
*
I dream of my fallen childe. Nightly, I relive, with vivid clarity, the one hundred fifty plus years we spent together. I dream of a time when my childe will truly reenter the fold, a time when I’ll reunite with my dear boy. Destruction and chaos will rain down upon the world once more.
I dream of our family being whole once again. Caring for his children often grows taxing. I see Angelus in Drusilla at every angle. He molded her into his own broken Angel. She’s left afloat in a turbulent sea without him.
Only in my dreams do I allow myself to wonder if he dreams of us. Does he dream of the hunt? Does he miss his family and most importantly his true nature? Does he want to come home? Does he miss me like I so desperately miss him?
Upon my waking, I curse my dreams.
The view just isn’t the same without him.
**
My claim is Darla in Buffy/Angel and maybe Firefly, Writing Set #2.
Please enjoy.
TITLE: Behind the façade.
AUTHOR: Demona
EMAIL: Demona_The_Dark_One@yahoo.com
SUMMARY: Darla’s life as we never knew it.
SPOILER WARNING:
For Buffy and Angel: All of seven seasons of Buffy and five of Angel.
For Firefly (if used): All of season one of Firefly and possibly the movie, Serenity.
RATING: FR18, at the moment.
"A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel: the Series or Firefly/Serenity. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission. Joss Whedon is God…
**
Chapter One - Prompt#001 - Dreams
**
Dreams of the Damned
**
Drusilla dreams a many dreams. Lying watch over her at night is part of the solace I seek. My dear boy has gone, stolen from me, and replaced by a monster.
Drusilla only speaks of him in her dreams – tossing and turning, managing to tangle herself in the sheets. Entire indecipherable monologues she mutters. And I’m sure they would make sense, complete sense, to him. After all, he created her, he broke her, and he made her his beautiful masterpiece. I wonder if he would understand her now.
Her conscious dreams happen, more often than not these days. Walking hallucinations. He thought she was a gifted killer, all I see now is a little girl lost. Lost without her Daddy.
*
William sleeps like the dead. No sound, no movement, just a corpse laid down. Occasionally he’ll mutter random insanities, spout unbelievably horrible poetry, or lash out. He once pinned Drusilla to the floor, intent on chopping her head off. The night Angelus disappeared and didn’t return home, Spike dreamt he killed a Slayer. He dreamt he brought her head to Angelus, and they bathed in her blood.
He slept lightly for three decades after that.
*
I dream of my fallen childe. Nightly, I relive, with vivid clarity, the one hundred fifty plus years we spent together. I dream of a time when my childe will truly reenter the fold, a time when I’ll reunite with my dear boy. Destruction and chaos will rain down upon the world once more.
I dream of our family being whole once again. Caring for his children often grows taxing. I see Angelus in Drusilla at every angle. He molded her into his own broken Angel. She’s left afloat in a turbulent sea without him.
Only in my dreams do I allow myself to wonder if he dreams of us. Does he dream of the hunt? Does he miss his family and most importantly his true nature? Does he want to come home? Does he miss me like I so desperately miss him?
Upon my waking, I curse my dreams.
The view just isn’t the same without him.
**