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The Awakening of Drusilla Aurelius

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Summary: Drusilla meets a Slayer in an East London alley where they both discover their destiny. The Watchers will never be the same.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Action/Adventure > Drusilla-CenteredzillagirlFR1525,8590101,8659 Sep 062 Dec 06No

Chapter Two

The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel do not belong to me.

An unconventional new Slayer finds her place in the world.

Author's Note:
This story takes place in the post-Buffy/Angel worlds. All is canon. In other words, if it happened in the series, it is in the past.

Chapter Two – My Destiny, Part Two

From the Journal of Miss Dana Reston, Slayer

My name is Dana Reston, Vampire Slayer, and this is my journal. My Watcher says that it would be good for me to keep one. I've never had a journal. At the hospital, they wouldn't have ever let me have so much as a crayon.

Yet, here I am, ballpoint pen in hand placing words to paper in a small leather-bound journal. When they first brought it up, I really had no idea what to put in it. My Watcher, she says that it is for future generations, for posterity, that maybe people in the future will learn from me. I'm not sure how true that is.

But I will do as she asks. Wes – he's sort of my Watcher's Watcher – he's suggested that I start with how this all started. I'm not sure when that was. So much has happened. I suppose most would say it started the day that all the Potentials were turned. That was the day everything changed for me. Well, one of the days. I was in a bad way – already hospitalized – before then. But, after, well, that was horrible. It was like my brain had just exploded. There was just so much to take in.

I escaped the hospital, only to find myself in a new prison. Now, that I look back at it, I have always been in one prison or another. Angel tried to help. There was nothing he could really do about me. After all, I was pretty much lost. There I was with all these instincts. I was the predator and he was the prey. No matter how much he tried, it wouldn't have worked. However, he never got the chance. No the other Slayers and their Watchers took me away.

Not for anything good either. Not to treat me. Not to train me. No, I was just put back in another locked room – getting shots and taking pills. I hated it. I hated them. I like it here where I am now. And here I am going to stay. No one is going to make me...




I'm back again. My Watcher says whenever I get like that, I just need to remind myself of who I am. She also reminded me that I needed to start later in the story. The night I found her - the night I found my Watcher. The night I discovered that I had a calling.

I had run away from the place the Watchers had me locked up. It was horrible. But I was lucky. Like the first hospital, I was given the wrong medicine and was able to overpower them. I only wish some of the Slayers and Watchers that had caught me the first time had been there. Especially the young, pushy, whiny one. I would really have liked to hurt him. Badly. I know that the Slayers are only supposed to use their strength against vampires and demons and other immortal evil things. But it doesn't mean I don't think about it.

I'd gotten away. But I didn't know what to do. I didn't know this world. I wasn't in LA anymore or even California. This place was colder, wetter. I felt that I wouldn't be able to survive in the country. For some reason, I really felt I had to get to a big city. So, I snuck aboard a truck heading to the big city. When I got there, I realized where I was. I had seen this city on television I was sure. There was the big clock in the sky. Big Ben. I was in a whole other country. I was in London, England.

Fortunately, London was perfect. It was a very large city. I found a neighborhood I felt comfortable in and burrowed in. I wasn't going to attack anyone. I was just going to take care of myself. I was sure that I could. Wild dogs and cats could. So could I. I lived by going around the alleys in the middle of the night. I stayed out of the sunlight. Just like the creatures I was supposed to hunt, I, too, fed by night.

I tried not to hunt. But sometimes it was hard. There were times when I saw and felt things I had to do. Vampires. Demons. Werewolves. I had an intense urge to attack and kill these creatures. It was something I couldn't seem to control or even ignore. Did all the Slayers feel this way? It could be a wonderful feeling. As I look back, it's a little easier to explain. It wasn't so much a feeling of power, but of intense pleasure. I needed to attack the creature. I needed to kill the creature. Find. Hunt. Destroy. Such simple things. Wes tells me it's not that simple. That I need to realize the world is not full of absolutes. It's full of grays. It's full of maybes and perhaps. Still, I still find that the simple way is better. Find. Hunt. Destroy.

I survived for many weeks in the east end of the city, near the river. I liked the river. I felt so peaceful near the river. The only problem was the voices. Ever since I had come to this section of London near the river, I had been hearing these voices. Some of them sounded like me. But the others, they were from someone else. I didn't like them. I didn't like what they were saying. The problem was there was no one to find. To Hunt. To Destroy. I needed to destroy them... I needed to...




As I was saying, I'd been scavenging every night for food. It wasn't that difficult. People throw a lot of perfectly good food away. And not just food. I've found everything I need to survive out there. The night I first saw her, I had been scavenging in a dumpster for my dinner. I had been trying so hard to ignore the voices. But this night they had been getting louder and louder and louder. As I dug through the dumpster, I felt something getting closer. I felt like a hunted animal. I wasn't afraid, but I was nervous and very, very tense. I felt my muscles bunching up, waiting. And then, then she was there.

I turned around and she was just standing there watching me, her head cocked to one side. She was beautiful. Long, silky, dark hair and a pair of beautiful blue eyes. I couldn't move as I watched her. But she wasn't a threat yet. She was just watching me with those eyes... As she watched, I could hear the voices clearer. She was the source. I had found where the voices were coming from. Now that I had, I wasn't sure what to do. Before I was sure that I just had to destroy them. But now that I was face-to-face, I wasn't sure. It was the eyes...

As her eyes met mine, I could feel her. It was if she was in my head. Her thoughts were in me and mine were in hers. Her thoughts, oh, her thoughts... She was thinking about her Daddy. He had hurt her. He had killed everyone she loved and then he had killed her. I was confused. What could it mean? She felt sorry for me, and didn't understand why. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to sort through all her thoughts. I felt like I was swimming upstream. Did she see my thoughts as I saw hers? I didn't like that.

Then I realized what her thoughts meant. I could see her Daddy in my mind. I could see him. It was the man from LA who had tried to save me. The one who let the others take me away. He wasn't just a man though... no, I saw in her mind who he was. What he was. What she was. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing her out of my head.

Find. Hunt. Destroy.

She was one of them. Murderer. Vampire. Abomination. She had to be destroyed. It was what I was born to do. What I was created to do by THEM.

I jumped from my perch atop the dumpsters and threw her to the ground. I didn't have any weapons, but I never did. I had never had any problem finding items at hand that would serve just as well. As soon as I hit her, the voices in my head screamed out. Screaming for her death. She threw me off of her and rolled away. She was a good fighter. But she was older than most that I had dealt with. We circled each other. I jabbed out, connecting every once in a while. She only seemed to be half concentrating on the fight. What was with her? I didn't understand.

It was almost as if she were in two fights. One against me. And the other? My curiosity got the better of me. I still circled, still attacking... waiting for my moment. However, I started trying to get peeks in her mind without letting her see me. I was getting a headache. It was so hard for me. The voices in her head were screaming louder and louder. There seemed to be more voices than when I first saw her. She kept on thinking about her destiny. I frowned and closed myself off again.

Then, suddenly, she gripped her head screaming and collapsed. I was so surprised that I just stood there watching her. The voices in my head screamed for her death. Murderer! Vampire! Abomination! She had to be destroyed. She had to! I didn't know why I didn't finish her off. It would have simple. She was lying on the ground, whimpering. She appeared completely without her defenses. As I looked down at her and ours met, our minds connected again. She was strangely quiet. The voices in her head seemed to be fighting for control. I didn't know what it meant. But I tried to ignore my own voices' commands. Maybe we were fighting the same enemy, I didn't know. I just knew I had to stay in control.

As I watched her quiver in pain and fear, I could see her past. She was reliving her mortal life and her undead one. The images were so strange... and wonderful. There was even music. Daisy, Daisy. Give me your answer do. I smiled and broke the connection. It made me sad to be apart. I was beginning to like the sound of some of her voices. But the music was still there.

I started humming the song. I notice her shudder. I looked up and saw that the eastern sky was lightening. I frowned as I realized it was going to be dawn soon. I don't think I can ever really explain why I did what I did next. For some reason, I felt that I didn't want her to die. Whatever the reasons, I found a nearby manhole cover and removed it. I saw her jerk in the corner of my eye at the sound of the metal scraping against the asphalt. I smiled as I continued to hum the music.

Looking at the vampire, I saw that the sound of the humming seemed to soothe her. Perhaps it was a favorite tune. I didn't know at the time, but I continued. I grabbed at the vampire cautiously. She may look defenseless, but I knew that was not the case. I was sure this one was very dangerous. Pulling her, I let her fall into the sewer. All the while humming the song. As she fell to the ground, I gave her one last look before moving off. She'd be safe. Maybe we'd meet again. Of course we would. I just felt that I needed to give her time. As I ran off to find my own mat to sleep on, the last thing I heard was the sound of high-pitched laughter coming from the sewer. I smiled. Yes, we would have to meet again.

The End?

You have reached the end of "The Awakening of Drusilla Aurelius" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 2 Dec 06.

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