Skitty
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Joined: 09 Jan 2007
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 Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 5:55 am Post subject: The Bitses in My Head |
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Title: The Bitses in My Head
Rating: R
Summar: A character study of Drusilla done through the use of one sentence for each of fifty word prompts
Snow
The snow was hardly whiter than her exposed skin as she leisurely sprawled atop its mounds, wearing little more than a smile.
Bandange
Bandages trailed idly from her fingers as Drusilla calmly left the hospital, a satisfied smile on her face.
Pearl
“My Spike…” she said, slightly awed by his present, as she removed the shining pearls from the young woman’s sweat coated neck before allowing her demon to take over.
Glass
Drusilla gazed intently at her work as she used a large fragment of the broken mirror to make such pretty lines on the girl’s skin.
Classified
Dru supposed her idea of pleasure could probably be classified as cruel and inhumane.
Buttons
“I killed a man for his buttons once…kept shining…trying to tell me their secrets.”
Closet
She knew the children were hiding in the closet…she could smell their fear.
Ash
The wind twirled under her skirt and through her hair as Drusilla spun in dizzying circles, face upturned as ash fell from the cloudless night sky.
Definition
Dru removed the mouse from the bloody trap and stroked it gently, the very definition of tenderness.
Staircase
Drusilla lay back, the edges of the stairs pressing against her naked flesh, and spread her slim legs wide, waiting for her sire to return.
Nail
Dru knew that this was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted and she smiled as she licked the blood of the slayer from her nails.
Prey
Dru crawled seductively up the prone form of Spike on the satin covered bed, eyeing him very much as a cat might watch a mouse.
Backwards
She stumbled backwards, with a little gasp…allowing the would be mugger a brief moment of confidence.
Trouble
“Trouble approaches, my lovely one,” Drusilla whispered, undulating slowly towards her William’s room.
Little
“Little bird, little bird…” she growled menacingly, watching a small girl dressed all in yellow, playing in the lengthening shadows of her yard.
Collar
Drusilla pressed her blood soaked lips the white priest’s collar, leaving a red kiss behind.
Circle
In a dazed fashion, with her hands in the air, Drusilla swayed in a small circle around her sire, not hearing his questions, or even his orders.
Hands
Dru awoke to find her hands bound, and licked her lips in anticipation.
Freedom
Drusilla opened her eyes, seeing the world as a vampire for the first time and, being dead, finally knew how it felt to be alive.
Last
“I saved the last for you,” Drusilla said sweetly, pushing a frightened, tear stained girl at Spike.
Scab
Drusilla picked lightly at the boy’s scabbed knew, delighting in his muffled whimper as she licked at the renewed trickle of blood: aged to perfection in just seven years.
Crown
Drusilla touched her bloody fingers to the young nun’s palms, and then across her forehead, whispering softly, “…a crown of thorns to match your halo.”
Time
Time meant nothing to her as she toyed with the young man.
Rice
Drusilla did not eat, as Spike did, but she did enjoy the feeling of rice as she squished it grain by grain against the roof of her mouth.
Worn
The spray of blood, Dru was pleased to note, looked beautiful upon the worn and threadbare carpet.
Paint
Drusilla leaned close to the man’s ear and whispered, “I’m going to paint the heavens with your blood.”
Ache
Dru ached for a man…the only question being…which one?
Cherry
Perhaps it was their innate sexuality that made cherries the only food Drusilla still craved.
Library
Drusilla strolled leisurely around the library, trailing drops of blood and gleefully whispering, “Poor little broken slayer.”
Win
Her eyes flashed as Drusilla rolled Spike onto his back and nipped playfully at his neck, whispering seductively, “I win.”
Loss[b]/
Her Spike was hers no more and, in that moment, Drusilla understood the meaning of loss.
[b]Fold
The woman chatted animatedly with her dark haired visitor; never expecting to find her husbands fingers hidden in the fold’s of the younger woman’s skirt.
Music
“Do you hear the music,” Dru asked, closing her eyes, “coming from the flowers?”
Bell
“All the bells are ringing in my head…ringing so loud I can’t hear what they’re saying,” she said dazedly, swaying back and forth.
Sleep
A return to sleep meant a return to the dreams that never really stopped inside her muddled mind.
Contact
For hours she had toyed with him…her William…letting her hand trace his entire body, hovering centimeters above his skin, never giving him what he needed so badly: her touch.
Electricity
The electricity made Dru’s skin jump, and she relished the feeling.
Milk
The small boy watche din horror as Drusilla twirled her finger in his glass of milk, his own blood swirling obscenely into the whiteness.
Wild
Dru tossed her hair about until it stood on end, looking deliberately wild and fey.
Expectation
Dru slid beneath the sheets, the fabric cool against her naked flesh, and touched her William’s shoulder.
Mechanism
Drusilla toyed with the door lock mechanism and wondered just whom it was supposed to keep out.
Finale
As flames engulfed her body, Drusilla spun: if she were going to die…she would die dancing.
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