Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Drusilla’s Soul ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

20 YEARS LATER 

 

Drusilla was now a vampire and travelled with Angelus and Darla walked down the street in London. There was a crying man ripping the paper as he trekked. In his distraction he bumped into a hulking, dark-haired man who was walking with a pair of women in the other direction, dropping his torn papers as he did so. The dark lady to the man's left smoothly parted ways with him to walk around the man, while the blonde to the man's right wrapped her arm around him more tightly. As he stumbled on after gathering up the pieces, the man sobbed out, "Watch where you're going!"

 

He strode on down the paved street, the tears rolling down his cheeks glinting in the light of the gas lamps. Pedestrians ignored him, and a man on a horse rode by without acknowledging, as the broken-hearted poet ducked quickly into a nearby alleyway.

 

 The man named William sat on a bale of hay, tearing what was left of his poem into smaller and smaller pieces, until he couldn't continue, dropping his hands to his lap and looking at them despairingly. The dark lady who had avoided his path earlier approached, asking softly,

 

 "And I wonder... what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?" She tilted her head, inquiringly, as William looked up at her.

 

"Nothing," he lied, "I wish to be alone." He dropped his gaze back to the shredded pages in his hands.

 

"Oh, I see you," the woman said confidently, taking a step toward him. "A man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength, his vision, his glory." William looked up at her, wonder dawning on his face at her words. He blinked tears away as he gazed up at her. She paused and drew back her shoulders before speaking again, accenting her next words with an odd dance to her own inner music, "That and burning baby fish swimming all around your head." The woman took another step toward him.

 

William, taken aback by her sudden strangeness, leapt up from his seat and took several steps back. "Th-that’s quite close enough," he warned her, one finger raised. "I've heard tales of London pickpockets. You'll not be getting my purse, I tell you."

 

The woman bent down until her smiling face showed in a pool of light, before rising back into the shadows and assuring him, "Don't need a purse." She walked toward him, reaching out to lay a lace-gloved hand over his heart. "Your wealth lies here... and here," she said, reaching to lay the hand against the side of his head. Looking up, she gazed at him as she breathed, "In the spirit and..." She dropped her eyes and slowly trailed her hand down his body. William closed his eyes and gasped at the sensation. She looked back up at him from under dark lashes. "Imagination," she finished, her voice lowered into a sultry tone. She leaned in as if going to kiss him, before whispering slowly, "You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine," her head weaving and eyes half-closed as she wandered the pathways of his inner landscape.

 

William's body and heart burned with an unaccustomed heat at this strange creature's ability to see into his soul. Passionately, he whispered, "Oh, yes!" A moment later he came back to himself and shut his eyes, saying, "I mean, no. I mean... mother's expecting me."

 

The dark lady's hand tugged at his collar, and she gazed raptly at his neck beneath it. "I see what you want," she said softly, tilting her head as she drew closer to him. "Something glowing and glistening. Something," she began, then leaned back, her hand rising up, "effulgent." She grasped quickly at the air, her hand closing as it plucked the word from his thoughts.

 

"Effulgent," William mouthed, his eyes focused on her and an amazed hope on his face.

 

She gazed into Williams eyes, lifting his chin gently with a finger before asking, "Do you want it?"

 

"Oh, yes!" He laid one trembling hand on her breast. "God, yes."

 

She looked down as his hand lay on her, and a quiet cracking sound could be heard. She raised her head to look at him out of yellow eyes, heavy ridges marring her beautiful brow. He blinked in surprise, but didn't step away, his hand still on her. She leaned in slowly, tilting her head as she drew closer to the side of his neck. She opened her mouth, now bearing sharp teeth on either side where her human canines had been before. Tilting her head to his shoulder, she sank her fangs into his neck.

 

Still enthralled and unmoving, William exclaimed, "Ow!" He paused, briefly. "Ow, ow… ow, ow, OW!" His cries of pain became louder and more frequent, then became a moan of pleasure instead. A look of rapture crossed his face and he sank down with a sigh, the female vampire still coupled to his neck, riding him down as he fell into the darkness.