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Title: Dance with the Devil
Prompt: #15 - Glissade
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: None, Drusilla
Rating: Adults only
Spoilers: None
Summary: Drusilla dances.
Warnings: Disturbing images.
Drusilla had always wanted to dance. She'd watched the girls with envy as they slowly made their way through the moves. They were grace and beauty. They were smoke and air. They all looked so beautiful, with their hair all pulled back in perfect little buns and their faces serene as they swept across the smooth floor. She envied the lines of their tiny bodies, draped in body hugging black leotards and flowing sheer black skirts. She longed for the feel of the white tights against her legs and the caress of the tiny pink shoes on her feet.
She thought they looked like angels, lighting upon the earth. This dance, this pure form of expression was a gift from God. One that Drusilla longed to know.
But Drusilla's mother forbid it. Good girls didn't display their body so provocatively. Good girls didn't spread their legs and bound around a stage for other's pleasure. A good girl covered herself from neck to ankle and kept her eyes downcast. A good girl took care of her family and her church. A good girl did what she was told.
Drusilla tried to be a good girl. She tried so very hard. But sometimes at night, the stars would sing to her and the moon would call out steps for her, directing her, choreographing her own private dance. She couldn't help but move and sway to the music in her head and she would dance alone in her room.
Chassé, chassé, pas de bourrée, plié, relevé, glissade, glissade, glissade...
She loved those nights, when she could dance. When she could let herself go and listen to the stars and just be.
At least until the night when her mother walked in, catching her in the middle of a beautiful pirouette.
The beating had been horrible. The girl's mother was a master with the lash, a fact that Drusilla knew all too well.
The next time the stars decided to sing to her, Drusilla ignored them.
At least until he came to her.
He came and changed her whole world. He took away her shame and fear, giving her pride and strength. He stripped away her want and gave her desire. He turned her from victim to hunter, made her predator from prey.
And...he let her dance.
The song sang sweet in her head and Drusilla laughed with manic glee. She had her partner and it was time to dance.
She held the girl close, humming the tune only she could hear to her partner so that the little dancer would be able to follow along. Holding the body with a single powerful arm, Drusilla ran her hands over the soft leotard the tiny dancer wore, the one that matched her own. She began to swing the girl in sweeping circles, dancing with the wild abandon her sire had given her.
As if called, Angelus walked into the room, smiling wickedly at vampire and child.
"Oh," Drusilla whispered conspiratorially to her partner. "It looks like Daddy's come to see us dance, little one. What do you say we put on a nice show?"
Drusilla moved into position, dragging the lifeless body along with her. As she readied herself, the vampire licked the still warm blood from her lips.
"One, two, three, one two, three, chassé and chasse, pas de bourrée, glissade, glissade, glissade..."
~~~The End~~~
Title: Dance with the Devil
Prompt: #15 - Glissade
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: None, Drusilla
Rating: Adults only
Spoilers: None
Summary: Drusilla dances.
Warnings: Disturbing images.
Drusilla had always wanted to dance. She'd watched the girls with envy as they slowly made their way through the moves. They were grace and beauty. They were smoke and air. They all looked so beautiful, with their hair all pulled back in perfect little buns and their faces serene as they swept across the smooth floor. She envied the lines of their tiny bodies, draped in body hugging black leotards and flowing sheer black skirts. She longed for the feel of the white tights against her legs and the caress of the tiny pink shoes on her feet.
She thought they looked like angels, lighting upon the earth. This dance, this pure form of expression was a gift from God. One that Drusilla longed to know.
But Drusilla's mother forbid it. Good girls didn't display their body so provocatively. Good girls didn't spread their legs and bound around a stage for other's pleasure. A good girl covered herself from neck to ankle and kept her eyes downcast. A good girl took care of her family and her church. A good girl did what she was told.
Drusilla tried to be a good girl. She tried so very hard. But sometimes at night, the stars would sing to her and the moon would call out steps for her, directing her, choreographing her own private dance. She couldn't help but move and sway to the music in her head and she would dance alone in her room.
Chassé, chassé, pas de bourrée, plié, relevé, glissade, glissade, glissade...
She loved those nights, when she could dance. When she could let herself go and listen to the stars and just be.
At least until the night when her mother walked in, catching her in the middle of a beautiful pirouette.
The beating had been horrible. The girl's mother was a master with the lash, a fact that Drusilla knew all too well.
The next time the stars decided to sing to her, Drusilla ignored them.
At least until he came to her.
He came and changed her whole world. He took away her shame and fear, giving her pride and strength. He stripped away her want and gave her desire. He turned her from victim to hunter, made her predator from prey.
And...he let her dance.
The song sang sweet in her head and Drusilla laughed with manic glee. She had her partner and it was time to dance.
She held the girl close, humming the tune only she could hear to her partner so that the little dancer would be able to follow along. Holding the body with a single powerful arm, Drusilla ran her hands over the soft leotard the tiny dancer wore, the one that matched her own. She began to swing the girl in sweeping circles, dancing with the wild abandon her sire had given her.
As if called, Angelus walked into the room, smiling wickedly at vampire and child.
"Oh," Drusilla whispered conspiratorially to her partner. "It looks like Daddy's come to see us dance, little one. What do you say we put on a nice show?"
Drusilla moved into position, dragging the lifeless body along with her. As she readied herself, the vampire licked the still warm blood from her lips.
"One, two, three, one two, three, chassé and chasse, pas de bourrée, glissade, glissade, glissade..."
~~~The End~~~
