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Title: Cruel Virtue
Challenge #5
Pairing: William/Darla
Virtue: Hope
Rating: light NC-17
Summary: London 1880. Darla leaves the Master to return to Angelus, but runs into the newest member of the family first.
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Darla stepped inside the manor, careful not to slip on the ice outside, and tested the air looking for any sign of Angelus. Frowning, she realized that despite her efforts to arrive back home as close to sundown as possible, she had missed both Angelus and Dru. They were out hunting somewhere, and there was no telling when they’d be back.
Sighing, Darla resigned herself to wait for them to return home. It would not do to go chasing after Angelus like some love sick girl. The truth was she shouldn’t have returned so quickly, she’d meant to spend far more time than a week with the Master, in order to punish Angelus, but the truth was she simply couldn’t stay away for the long.
Darla thought of herself as a rare diamond. But no matter how finely cut a stone might be, it could only show off its true shine in the right setting. And whereas the Master liked to keep her hidden away underground, Angelus loved to show her off so that all the world could see how brightly she shone and how viciously she killed.
It was only as she began to head upstairs to her rooms, that that she realized she was not alone in the house. She could smell blood, and not the blood of a victim or a discarded corpse, but that of another vampire. Pausing to sample the air once again, she realized that the vampire was also an Aurelian, although not one that she knew. Then she remembered Drusilla’s comments about being alone, and her and Angelus giving the girl permission to turn a companion.
Curious, and happy to have found something to pass the time while she waited for Angelus’ return, Darla followed the trail of blood upstairs and into Drusilla’s room.
What she found there was less than impressive. A man was curled on the floor, and Darla was fairly sure he was crying. Of course Darla had seen, in fact had caused, many men to cry, but none of them had been vampires. The Old Ones only knew what Dru had been thinking in turning this one. Of course it was obvious by the smell that Dru hadn’t been too lonely of late. The scent her and Angelus fucking was heavy in the air, and they had obviously been going at it like a couple dogs in heat.
He wasn’t even aware that she was in the room watching him, so she cleared her throat, a bit embarrassed by his show of human emotion.
The fledgling sprung to his feet snarling at Darla. He seemed to think that she was a human woman who had somehow stumbled upon him. And he obviously expected her to faint or run, or something of the sort.
Amused, Darla let her own true face show through, baring her fangs at him and demanding obedience in the manner any demon would understand.
What happened next completely changed her mind about the fledgling. For a just a second he did as she suspected and cringed, instinctively showing the deference a demon of her age and standing deserved. But it only lasted a second. Instead of groveling before her as a fledge should have, he let the demon slip away and confronted her with bright blue eyes, refusing to back down.
With the demon’s face gone, she could see that he was actually quite a pretty boy although it was obvious that he’d been beaten recently. More importantly there was something in him, a strength that was impressive. Very few fledges fresh out of the grave could master their demons instincts at all, let alone as well as this one had. That spoke of a strength worthy of the Aurelian line.
Drusilla had done quite well indeed.
“And what do we call you?” Darla asked calmly.
“William. And who the bloody hell are you?” he asked rather rudely.
She closed the distance between them and slapped him for his rudeness. Just because she was a demon, didn’t mean he should use such coarse language in her presence. There was a loud crack, and he staggered back a few steps. Although she hadn’t used her full strength, she hadn’t been gentle either. As he stumbled backwards she could see from the way he moved that he had a couple cracked ribs as well. It was hardly surprising, she couldn’t imagine Angelus tolerating his rudeness either.
“I’m Darla, but you shall refer to me as Mistress.”
“Not likely,” he said as he looked straight into her eyes, daring her to hit him again.
Of course she did so, this time using enough force to send him sprawling to the ground.
“It seems you don’t understand who I am,” she continued calmly. “I am Angelus’ Sire, and it would be best if you treated me with the respect that deserves.”
He spit out some blood then looked at her without the least bit of deference. “‘M not afraid of Angelus, and I sure as hell am not afraid of you.”
She smiled cruelly. “You should be boy,” she said taking a step closer to him so that she was standing over him. “You see, there are one or two things that even Angelus won’t do to another man.” He looked puzzled, and to illustrate her point, she took the toe of her shoe and dug it painfully into his groin. He cried out in pain and tried to pull away. “But I have no such compunction.” Satisfied she’d made her point, she removed her foot and watched in satisfaction as he curled protectively around his genitals. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he croaked.
“Yes. . ?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied obediently.
Content that she had established her position and instilled enough fear in the boy, she decided to switch tact.
“My you are a mess. I can barely stand to look at you. Come along dear,”
Without waiting to see if he would follow she turned to leave. After only a moment she heard him struggle to his feet and follow her. The truth was she wanted out of Drusilla’s rooms as much as anything. Although she would never admit it to anyone she found Drusilla’s dolls rather disturbing. She always got the feeling that the blindfolded dolls were listening in, and just waiting to report on what they heard to their mistress. And Darla had seen too much and was too well aware of the affinity for magic that the mad often had to dismiss such feelings. It was best to play her games away from the potential porcelain spies.
So she led William to her own chambers, specifically to her bath. She settled herself in a chair and looked at William expectantly.
“Well?” she asked. “You don’t expect me to get the water for your bath do you?”
“Uh, no. Course not. . . Mistress.”
She smiled as he busied himself bringing up water for the bath. Once he had filled the tub he paused, uncertain of what was expected of him.
“Well, go on,” she told him. “Strip down. You don’t want to take a bath in your clothes now do you?”
“Um, no, Mistress?” he asked unsure.
It was obvious that he was afraid there was some sort of trick. After all she had chastised him for his manners only a little while ago, and it was hardly polite for a man to strip down in front of a lady.
To encourage him she stood up and approached him. “Don’t be so shy, William,” she cooed as her right hand began to undo the buttons of his trousers. “You don’t have anything I haven't seen before.” Her hand curled around his member which began to harden in response to her touch. “In fact,” she continued with a smile. “You have a quite a lot to be proud of, by the feel of it.”
He mumbled something incoherent, that she took as thanks, as he began to thrust into her fist. She let him enjoy the feel of her firm grip for a moment more, before pulling her hand away. He moaned in disappointment.
“Now, get in the bath,” she told him.
He nodded and hurried to remove his clothes. As he dropped his trousers she saw that she’d been right in her assessment. Despite his small frame the boy was well proportioned. At some point in the future he was going to make her a delightful plaything. Tonight however she was saving herself for Angelus, and the hard violent fuck he would give her as punishment for returning to her Sire.
Darla moved her chair next to the bath, and got a wash cloth. Then she began to unbutton her jacket. As she did so, William’s eyes followed her hands greedily. She had only intended to remove the jacket to keep from getting any water on the velvet, but she found his gaze so flattering, and his naked desire so charming, that she ended up removing her blouse as well, so that she sat in only her corset and skirt.
As she picked up the washcloth she realized that during her show William had begun to stoke himself, his earlier shyness having been completely dissipated by lust.
“Stop that,” she commanded gently. His hand stopped, but he didn’t release his cock. It was obvious that he was considering whether he wanted to obey her or not. She leaned in close and whispered seductively in his ear, “There are rules to these things, my dear. And the first one is, you don’t come until I let you.”
He let out a little moan, and turned to meet her eyes. Slowly he let go of himself but he let his gave drift down her neck and settle on her breasts. That was just fine with her. The more he looked, the more he would want, and the more power she would have.
She took the washcloth and began to clean the blood away from his face. Once his face was clear of the signs of her and Angelus’ blows she let the cloth continue its journey down. As she cleaned his chest, she let one of her nails graze his nipple through the cloth and he gave a little cry in surprise and delight.
It was all she could do not to laugh at him. Either he was a virgin, or simply had only had dreary sex with women who didn’t know their business. Either way, his innocence did hold some appeal to Darla. Still, he was likely to be as innocent tomorrow night as he was tonight, so there was no point in changing her other plans.
She continued to wash him, slowly moving lower and lower. As she finally made her way to below his navel, she changed direction slightly, avoiding his eager cock, and washing the inside of his thighs instead.
He whimpered in protest, and tried to move his cock against her hand. She hit him lightly on the back of the head, with her free hand and chastised him, “Behave, or you won’t get a treat.”
He glowered at her, but he stopped squirming, and she continued her slow tease, touching him everywhere but where he wanted. Finally she relented and gave him what he wanted, letting the rag drift free in the tub as she wrapped her hand around his cock once more.
She jerked him off in quick hard strokes, figuring that he wasn’t likely to last long anyway, and probably didn’t have the experience to fully appreciate her best work.
He came quickly, and it was all Darla could do not to laugh at the sweet contented expression that followed his orgasm. Oh, yes this boy was still very innocent, and it would be delightful fun to corrupt him.
She rose from her seat to retrieve a towel.
“Dry off,” she told him, and he scrambled out of the tub as eager as a puppy to obey her.
As he stood there naked, rubbing the towel against his flesh, he bent over to dry his feet, and Darla was suddenly hit by a wicked notion. She ran her hand over the smooth flesh of his ass, admiring it. He looked at her and shot her a sheepish grin, and she didn’t have to look down to know that he was beginning to harden again. She let her hand slid across the still damp skin, until her fingers found the tight pucker between his cheeks. He jumped away from her touch, and she couldn’t help but laugh this time.
His reaction and the tightness ring of flesh, told her that he was still a virgin in at least one way. Looking at his pretty pale flesh, those clear blue eyes, and those gorgeous cheek bones, Darla couldn’t imagine what had kept Angelus from claiming this one as his own. Not that she had ever known Angelus to be interested in men in that manner. But maybe he’d just never thought of it. All he might need is prodding in the right direction. After all he’d never failed to try any deviant thing Darla had suggested might please her, and watching Angelus fuck this boy would most definitely please her.
“Sorry, dear,” she said with a smile. “Come join me once you’re dry,” she told him as she moved into the bed chamber and lay down on top of the covers. While she waited she began to take her hair down, letting it fall in loose golden curls over her shoulders.
It was only a few moments later that William joined her. By now he was fully erect, and as he got on the bed, he tried to climb on top of her. She pushed him onto his back, however.
“None of that,” she told him. “At least not till you tell me some things.”
“What do you want to know?” William asked, eager to please her and to move on to other things.
“Why don’t we start with why you were crying when I first came in.”
His face fell, and she could see his defenses going back up. It didn’t worry her though. Everything she had done so far had been to lead him to this moment, and she was sure with a bit of the right prodding he would tell her anything she wanted to know.
So she trailed her fingers lightly down his chest. “You can tell me, darling,” she purred. “Maybe I can make it better?”
He snorted in disbelief. “Can you make Angelus less of an ass?” he grumbled.
She laughed and smiled sweetly at him, hardly surprised that her boy was at the bottom of William’s sorrow. “I made Angelus. And what imperfection have you found in my masterpiece?”
He looked at her suspiciously, “Already told you, he’s an ass.” For a moment it looked as if he wasn’t going to say anymore, then it all came spilling out of him. “It’s not like he cares about her, you know. Doesn’t give a damn one way or another. Not like me. She’s my destiny she is.”
Once she had him started, she couldn’t get him to stop, even though she understood the heart of the matter within the first few minutes. Dru had managed to turn herself a knight after all. One whose head was full of a great many silly and romantic notions. Mostly that he and Dru were meant to be together.
Darla was hardly surprised to learn that Angelus had taken to fucking Dru in front of William just to torture the boy. He had done so earlier that same evening, and when William had tried to stop him, Angelus had beaten him, and left his bruised and bleeding body in Dru’s room while the two of them went out to hunt.
“Poor boy,” Darla said when she finally found the chance to fit a word in. “You’re right, Angelus doesn’t deserve Dru. He’s nothing more than a brute. But that doesn’t mean you can’t win her away from him.”
“How?” he asked his eyes intent and eager.
She smiled, hoping that her smile was kind and that he couldn’t see how she intended to use him for her own amusement. “It’s very simple,” she assured him. “You were already on the right track. You mustn’t let Angelus have his way with her. You must stand up to him at every opportunity. Show Drusilla what sort of man you are.”
“But he’s so much stronger than me. I tried and-”
“Shh,” she placed a finger on his lips. “You mustn’t think like that. And it’s okay if Angelus wins. You don’t have to be physically stronger than him to win Drusilla. When she sees you stand up to him, sees how you refuse to back down, and sees how much pain you bear all for her, well she’ll have to love you won’t she. It might not happen right away but. . .”
“You’re right,” he interrupted. “I’ll show her. Every bruise will be like a rose for her. She’ll see that I won’t give up, not ever. Not like him. He can’t defeat me if I don’t let him can he?”
She smiled at how well the idea of defiance had taken hold in this fledge. “No he can’t. No matter what he does to your body, he can’t defeat your spirit. Of course, it can take awhile for Dru to notice these things.”
“That’s okay.” William sprang up from the bed, excited by his plan to win Drusilla’s heart. “I’ve got forever haven’t I? She’ll see, if it takes a hundred years, she’ll see.”
“I’m sure she will,” Darla agreed.
“I should go,” William said a bit embarrassed. “I mean, she might be back soon and. . .”
“That’s all right, go on my dear. I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of love like yours.” Darla was amazed that she said that last bit with a straight face.
William bounded out of her room, bursting with excitement. Once she was sure he was gone she rolled over and buried her face in the pillows finally letting the laughter out. This was too perfect. Not only would it be entertaining to watch Angelus dealing with someone finally standing up to him. But he would be so occupied trying to keep young William in line, Darla would have a much freer hand to follow her own little obsessions without worrying about Angelus taking them over.
But best of all, she had won William’s loyalty, and ensured that he would be side with her in any family disagreement. She would simply have to keep the hope alive in William, no matter how Angelus beat or tortured the boy. And the best part was that William had no chance of ever winning Drusilla’s heart, the girl was simply too fickle, and too obsessed with her Sire.
But that was the beautiful thing about hope, as long as you kept a little of it alive, it could torture you endlessly. It always had been Darla’s favorite virtue.
good__evil. If you haven't yet, you should check out all the wonderful entries and go vote.Title: Cruel Virtue
Challenge #5
Pairing: William/Darla
Virtue: Hope
Rating: light NC-17
Summary: London 1880. Darla leaves the Master to return to Angelus, but runs into the newest member of the family first.
Thanks to
selene2 for the lovely banner.Darla stepped inside the manor, careful not to slip on the ice outside, and tested the air looking for any sign of Angelus. Frowning, she realized that despite her efforts to arrive back home as close to sundown as possible, she had missed both Angelus and Dru. They were out hunting somewhere, and there was no telling when they’d be back.
Sighing, Darla resigned herself to wait for them to return home. It would not do to go chasing after Angelus like some love sick girl. The truth was she shouldn’t have returned so quickly, she’d meant to spend far more time than a week with the Master, in order to punish Angelus, but the truth was she simply couldn’t stay away for the long.
Darla thought of herself as a rare diamond. But no matter how finely cut a stone might be, it could only show off its true shine in the right setting. And whereas the Master liked to keep her hidden away underground, Angelus loved to show her off so that all the world could see how brightly she shone and how viciously she killed.
It was only as she began to head upstairs to her rooms, that that she realized she was not alone in the house. She could smell blood, and not the blood of a victim or a discarded corpse, but that of another vampire. Pausing to sample the air once again, she realized that the vampire was also an Aurelian, although not one that she knew. Then she remembered Drusilla’s comments about being alone, and her and Angelus giving the girl permission to turn a companion.
Curious, and happy to have found something to pass the time while she waited for Angelus’ return, Darla followed the trail of blood upstairs and into Drusilla’s room.
What she found there was less than impressive. A man was curled on the floor, and Darla was fairly sure he was crying. Of course Darla had seen, in fact had caused, many men to cry, but none of them had been vampires. The Old Ones only knew what Dru had been thinking in turning this one. Of course it was obvious by the smell that Dru hadn’t been too lonely of late. The scent her and Angelus fucking was heavy in the air, and they had obviously been going at it like a couple dogs in heat.
He wasn’t even aware that she was in the room watching him, so she cleared her throat, a bit embarrassed by his show of human emotion.
The fledgling sprung to his feet snarling at Darla. He seemed to think that she was a human woman who had somehow stumbled upon him. And he obviously expected her to faint or run, or something of the sort.
Amused, Darla let her own true face show through, baring her fangs at him and demanding obedience in the manner any demon would understand.
What happened next completely changed her mind about the fledgling. For a just a second he did as she suspected and cringed, instinctively showing the deference a demon of her age and standing deserved. But it only lasted a second. Instead of groveling before her as a fledge should have, he let the demon slip away and confronted her with bright blue eyes, refusing to back down.
With the demon’s face gone, she could see that he was actually quite a pretty boy although it was obvious that he’d been beaten recently. More importantly there was something in him, a strength that was impressive. Very few fledges fresh out of the grave could master their demons instincts at all, let alone as well as this one had. That spoke of a strength worthy of the Aurelian line.
Drusilla had done quite well indeed.
“And what do we call you?” Darla asked calmly.
“William. And who the bloody hell are you?” he asked rather rudely.
She closed the distance between them and slapped him for his rudeness. Just because she was a demon, didn’t mean he should use such coarse language in her presence. There was a loud crack, and he staggered back a few steps. Although she hadn’t used her full strength, she hadn’t been gentle either. As he stumbled backwards she could see from the way he moved that he had a couple cracked ribs as well. It was hardly surprising, she couldn’t imagine Angelus tolerating his rudeness either.
“I’m Darla, but you shall refer to me as Mistress.”
“Not likely,” he said as he looked straight into her eyes, daring her to hit him again.
Of course she did so, this time using enough force to send him sprawling to the ground.
“It seems you don’t understand who I am,” she continued calmly. “I am Angelus’ Sire, and it would be best if you treated me with the respect that deserves.”
He spit out some blood then looked at her without the least bit of deference. “‘M not afraid of Angelus, and I sure as hell am not afraid of you.”
She smiled cruelly. “You should be boy,” she said taking a step closer to him so that she was standing over him. “You see, there are one or two things that even Angelus won’t do to another man.” He looked puzzled, and to illustrate her point, she took the toe of her shoe and dug it painfully into his groin. He cried out in pain and tried to pull away. “But I have no such compunction.” Satisfied she’d made her point, she removed her foot and watched in satisfaction as he curled protectively around his genitals. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he croaked.
“Yes. . ?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied obediently.
Content that she had established her position and instilled enough fear in the boy, she decided to switch tact.
“My you are a mess. I can barely stand to look at you. Come along dear,”
Without waiting to see if he would follow she turned to leave. After only a moment she heard him struggle to his feet and follow her. The truth was she wanted out of Drusilla’s rooms as much as anything. Although she would never admit it to anyone she found Drusilla’s dolls rather disturbing. She always got the feeling that the blindfolded dolls were listening in, and just waiting to report on what they heard to their mistress. And Darla had seen too much and was too well aware of the affinity for magic that the mad often had to dismiss such feelings. It was best to play her games away from the potential porcelain spies.
So she led William to her own chambers, specifically to her bath. She settled herself in a chair and looked at William expectantly.
“Well?” she asked. “You don’t expect me to get the water for your bath do you?”
“Uh, no. Course not. . . Mistress.”
She smiled as he busied himself bringing up water for the bath. Once he had filled the tub he paused, uncertain of what was expected of him.
“Well, go on,” she told him. “Strip down. You don’t want to take a bath in your clothes now do you?”
“Um, no, Mistress?” he asked unsure.
It was obvious that he was afraid there was some sort of trick. After all she had chastised him for his manners only a little while ago, and it was hardly polite for a man to strip down in front of a lady.
To encourage him she stood up and approached him. “Don’t be so shy, William,” she cooed as her right hand began to undo the buttons of his trousers. “You don’t have anything I haven't seen before.” Her hand curled around his member which began to harden in response to her touch. “In fact,” she continued with a smile. “You have a quite a lot to be proud of, by the feel of it.”
He mumbled something incoherent, that she took as thanks, as he began to thrust into her fist. She let him enjoy the feel of her firm grip for a moment more, before pulling her hand away. He moaned in disappointment.
“Now, get in the bath,” she told him.
He nodded and hurried to remove his clothes. As he dropped his trousers she saw that she’d been right in her assessment. Despite his small frame the boy was well proportioned. At some point in the future he was going to make her a delightful plaything. Tonight however she was saving herself for Angelus, and the hard violent fuck he would give her as punishment for returning to her Sire.
Darla moved her chair next to the bath, and got a wash cloth. Then she began to unbutton her jacket. As she did so, William’s eyes followed her hands greedily. She had only intended to remove the jacket to keep from getting any water on the velvet, but she found his gaze so flattering, and his naked desire so charming, that she ended up removing her blouse as well, so that she sat in only her corset and skirt.
As she picked up the washcloth she realized that during her show William had begun to stoke himself, his earlier shyness having been completely dissipated by lust.
“Stop that,” she commanded gently. His hand stopped, but he didn’t release his cock. It was obvious that he was considering whether he wanted to obey her or not. She leaned in close and whispered seductively in his ear, “There are rules to these things, my dear. And the first one is, you don’t come until I let you.”
He let out a little moan, and turned to meet her eyes. Slowly he let go of himself but he let his gave drift down her neck and settle on her breasts. That was just fine with her. The more he looked, the more he would want, and the more power she would have.
She took the washcloth and began to clean the blood away from his face. Once his face was clear of the signs of her and Angelus’ blows she let the cloth continue its journey down. As she cleaned his chest, she let one of her nails graze his nipple through the cloth and he gave a little cry in surprise and delight.
It was all she could do not to laugh at him. Either he was a virgin, or simply had only had dreary sex with women who didn’t know their business. Either way, his innocence did hold some appeal to Darla. Still, he was likely to be as innocent tomorrow night as he was tonight, so there was no point in changing her other plans.
She continued to wash him, slowly moving lower and lower. As she finally made her way to below his navel, she changed direction slightly, avoiding his eager cock, and washing the inside of his thighs instead.
He whimpered in protest, and tried to move his cock against her hand. She hit him lightly on the back of the head, with her free hand and chastised him, “Behave, or you won’t get a treat.”
He glowered at her, but he stopped squirming, and she continued her slow tease, touching him everywhere but where he wanted. Finally she relented and gave him what he wanted, letting the rag drift free in the tub as she wrapped her hand around his cock once more.
She jerked him off in quick hard strokes, figuring that he wasn’t likely to last long anyway, and probably didn’t have the experience to fully appreciate her best work.
He came quickly, and it was all Darla could do not to laugh at the sweet contented expression that followed his orgasm. Oh, yes this boy was still very innocent, and it would be delightful fun to corrupt him.
She rose from her seat to retrieve a towel.
“Dry off,” she told him, and he scrambled out of the tub as eager as a puppy to obey her.
As he stood there naked, rubbing the towel against his flesh, he bent over to dry his feet, and Darla was suddenly hit by a wicked notion. She ran her hand over the smooth flesh of his ass, admiring it. He looked at her and shot her a sheepish grin, and she didn’t have to look down to know that he was beginning to harden again. She let her hand slid across the still damp skin, until her fingers found the tight pucker between his cheeks. He jumped away from her touch, and she couldn’t help but laugh this time.
His reaction and the tightness ring of flesh, told her that he was still a virgin in at least one way. Looking at his pretty pale flesh, those clear blue eyes, and those gorgeous cheek bones, Darla couldn’t imagine what had kept Angelus from claiming this one as his own. Not that she had ever known Angelus to be interested in men in that manner. But maybe he’d just never thought of it. All he might need is prodding in the right direction. After all he’d never failed to try any deviant thing Darla had suggested might please her, and watching Angelus fuck this boy would most definitely please her.
“Sorry, dear,” she said with a smile. “Come join me once you’re dry,” she told him as she moved into the bed chamber and lay down on top of the covers. While she waited she began to take her hair down, letting it fall in loose golden curls over her shoulders.
It was only a few moments later that William joined her. By now he was fully erect, and as he got on the bed, he tried to climb on top of her. She pushed him onto his back, however.
“None of that,” she told him. “At least not till you tell me some things.”
“What do you want to know?” William asked, eager to please her and to move on to other things.
“Why don’t we start with why you were crying when I first came in.”
His face fell, and she could see his defenses going back up. It didn’t worry her though. Everything she had done so far had been to lead him to this moment, and she was sure with a bit of the right prodding he would tell her anything she wanted to know.
So she trailed her fingers lightly down his chest. “You can tell me, darling,” she purred. “Maybe I can make it better?”
He snorted in disbelief. “Can you make Angelus less of an ass?” he grumbled.
She laughed and smiled sweetly at him, hardly surprised that her boy was at the bottom of William’s sorrow. “I made Angelus. And what imperfection have you found in my masterpiece?”
He looked at her suspiciously, “Already told you, he’s an ass.” For a moment it looked as if he wasn’t going to say anymore, then it all came spilling out of him. “It’s not like he cares about her, you know. Doesn’t give a damn one way or another. Not like me. She’s my destiny she is.”
Once she had him started, she couldn’t get him to stop, even though she understood the heart of the matter within the first few minutes. Dru had managed to turn herself a knight after all. One whose head was full of a great many silly and romantic notions. Mostly that he and Dru were meant to be together.
Darla was hardly surprised to learn that Angelus had taken to fucking Dru in front of William just to torture the boy. He had done so earlier that same evening, and when William had tried to stop him, Angelus had beaten him, and left his bruised and bleeding body in Dru’s room while the two of them went out to hunt.
“Poor boy,” Darla said when she finally found the chance to fit a word in. “You’re right, Angelus doesn’t deserve Dru. He’s nothing more than a brute. But that doesn’t mean you can’t win her away from him.”
“How?” he asked his eyes intent and eager.
She smiled, hoping that her smile was kind and that he couldn’t see how she intended to use him for her own amusement. “It’s very simple,” she assured him. “You were already on the right track. You mustn’t let Angelus have his way with her. You must stand up to him at every opportunity. Show Drusilla what sort of man you are.”
“But he’s so much stronger than me. I tried and-”
“Shh,” she placed a finger on his lips. “You mustn’t think like that. And it’s okay if Angelus wins. You don’t have to be physically stronger than him to win Drusilla. When she sees you stand up to him, sees how you refuse to back down, and sees how much pain you bear all for her, well she’ll have to love you won’t she. It might not happen right away but. . .”
“You’re right,” he interrupted. “I’ll show her. Every bruise will be like a rose for her. She’ll see that I won’t give up, not ever. Not like him. He can’t defeat me if I don’t let him can he?”
She smiled at how well the idea of defiance had taken hold in this fledge. “No he can’t. No matter what he does to your body, he can’t defeat your spirit. Of course, it can take awhile for Dru to notice these things.”
“That’s okay.” William sprang up from the bed, excited by his plan to win Drusilla’s heart. “I’ve got forever haven’t I? She’ll see, if it takes a hundred years, she’ll see.”
“I’m sure she will,” Darla agreed.
“I should go,” William said a bit embarrassed. “I mean, she might be back soon and. . .”
“That’s all right, go on my dear. I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of love like yours.” Darla was amazed that she said that last bit with a straight face.
William bounded out of her room, bursting with excitement. Once she was sure he was gone she rolled over and buried her face in the pillows finally letting the laughter out. This was too perfect. Not only would it be entertaining to watch Angelus dealing with someone finally standing up to him. But he would be so occupied trying to keep young William in line, Darla would have a much freer hand to follow her own little obsessions without worrying about Angelus taking them over.
But best of all, she had won William’s loyalty, and ensured that he would be side with her in any family disagreement. She would simply have to keep the hope alive in William, no matter how Angelus beat or tortured the boy. And the best part was that William had no chance of ever winning Drusilla’s heart, the girl was simply too fickle, and too obsessed with her Sire.
But that was the beautiful thing about hope, as long as you kept a little of it alive, it could torture you endlessly. It always had been Darla’s favorite virtue.
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Date: 2007-09-25 03:37 pm (UTC)loved their dynamics. *SQUISH*
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Date: 2007-09-26 12:34 am (UTC)Secondly, thanks. I definitely agree that William was predisposed to defiance. But I loved having Darla interfere, especially because she ends up having more control in the family, without having to "wear the pants", which is her way of doing things.
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Date: 2007-09-25 06:31 pm (UTC)Enjoyed it very much.
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Date: 2007-09-25 07:29 pm (UTC)This story makes THAT make SOOOOOOOOO much more sense!!!!!! Loved it!!
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Date: 2007-09-26 12:25 am (UTC)I'm glad it fit so well into cannon for you.
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