Title: Darla thinks of William and Angelus
Fandom: pre-series BtVS/AtS (Fanged four)
Status: finished - 643 words
Notes: Originally posted September 28th 2005
Summary: Darla watches and thinks of their new family member
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His skin so pale, like it should be to suit his stature - that of a Victorian gentleman. No long hours in the sun for him, cannot have it discolor such soft unused hide. Never seen a day’s work those hands, milky soft virgin skin. Now it will stay this color, still looking pure and sweet and… genteel. On the outside. Appearances are everything. He will learn, quickly — or he will not survive. We may be the predators here but we are less in numbers than they. And numbers hold strength of their own.
We protect the young. But only if they behave according to the rules, prove their worth. He’s still so new. Hungry, raw, excelling in adapting to the vampire’s powerful nature. But so fumbling in his passion for blood. Such a messy eater and quite like a puppy in his efforts to impress Drusilla. No, William hasn’t quite adapted yet, not to the family rules and regulations. He will. I’ve allowed these first days, watching him enjoy the attention of his Dark Godess. Oh, how delightful you are William. Quite the mouthful. Call yourself a poet, you deceive yourself young man, to think your words are anything but amusing. But then of course, around Drusilla it’s easy to think you are more than you are. She hangs onto every word, loves her new pet and thinks you in a better light than you are.
Crazy and tiresome mostly our dear Dru, but she’s proven her worth. I’ll let her keep him for now but he does need training. Then we’ll see if young William gets to be a part of us. To see if he can amount to more than fledgling feedings and wet hearts in boxes for his new love. Angelus will take care of it.
He’s been watching the boy the last couple of days. He desires him. He’ll want to test him, to see how far he can bend him — to see if he cracks like Drusilla. I will have to have a talk with him. Angelus likes his torture, likes his power and well… it has been a while since he had a male to play with. A boy of his own to teach. Penn was such a disappointment really. But Drusilla is better with a keeper, calmer. William does well in taking care of her even though he’s so young. He adores her and therefore he’s useful unbroken. Her whining and suffering and gibberish is less. Not that Angelus would agree with me. That fool seems to understand it. I know she’s his creation, but still … that understanding doesn’t say well for him now does it?
William’s lucky so far. He doesn’t know it yet. He doesn’t know that by being such a fumbling boy and oh so careful of her he’s been spared. Angelus doesn’t like his things marked, not by anyone than himself. The boy will learn soon enough.
Cut to ribbons, draped and displayed. The scent of his blood permeating the room heavy with the tang of fear. Bound, gagged, the only sound will be his muffled tears and cries of pain. He’ll suffer quite delisciously I believe. He has the colors for it, it makes him look even more innocent. Light against the darkness of my boy.
He has exceeded my expectations, my darling boy. Brutal but with finesse… true wickedness and clever enough to get him anywhere. Everywhere. The finesse is taught, as so much else of the planning and calculating. Pain and pleasure can be such excellent motivators. But Angelus adapts well. His intelligence, charm and bloodthirst has taken him much further than I would ever have believed when I found him. He’s become quite the master vampire in his own, ingenious at terror. Angelus, scourge of Europe. It does have a nice ring to it.
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