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A Sip From a Different Vein

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Living in Seattle". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Her eyes were almost as cold as his.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Television > Dark Angel > Other BtVS/AtS Characters(Past Donor)CharlotteFR71482011,6033 Jan 083 Jan 08Yes

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR13

Fandoms: Dark Angel/BtVS
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: This story is intended for entertainment purposes only and provides absolutely no financial compensation. Recognizable characters belong to their prospective owners/writers. Some lines from the show are used either as is or altered to fit the story.

EDIT2: I went to post this on a DA LiveJournal Community and as i read through it, realized that I could do better. This edited version flows better.

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A Sip from a Different Vein





He was alone. The fact that he was not quite dead just made it worse. Everyone had left and he was going to die alone.

So cold… He stopped struggling and let the darkness take him.

A strange noise brought him back to the surface. It sounded like someone was dragging one of the old velvet curtains across the floor, but no one was there… it was just a hallucination. He managed to open his eyes and instead of the decaying ceiling of the abandoned church, he saw a beautiful woman gazing at him with eyes almost as cold as his. She smiled and his head swam, sending him back into the dark.

The sharp pain in his neck hadn’t been enough to rouse him fully, but it was followed by the taste of copper pennies over his tongue and down his throat. Was this what his children had experienced? Sipping blood from his vein?

When his eyes opened again everything was sharper… so much clearer than he’d ever experienced. He felt the couch under him and her face came into view again, smiling with delight.

He cleared his throat and asked, “What’s your name?”

“You may call me Drusilla. Miss Edith told me you would be a most wonderful playmate. Are you hungry?”

His stomach growled and he winced, wondering if she would be angry that he couldn’t control his body. She merely giggled and held out her hand. As he took it, she asked, “What is your name sweeting? The stars didn’t tell me.”

“My name is Marrow.”

Her eyes glowed with a golden light and her smile widened to reveal sharp teeth just as her face transformed. “How lovely!” Her face fell back into its human appearance and she swayed dreamily. “And Her new Childe Marrow would sunder the Conclave and render their cause barren.” She took him by the hand again and after snatching up a rather tattered looking doll, Drusilla led him from the building.

“Washington DC is simply the place to be this time of year. The McKinleys are perfectly ripe and sweet.” She looked at him over her shoulder. “Though not as sweet as you my dear. Come along now. We have places to be and Senators to eat.”



End


Don’t ask me where this came from… I was watching Dark Angel 2.14 – Love in Vein for another fic and Dru wanted to come out and play. I'm thinking I might make this part of the My Life 'verse. EDIT: Decision made - This occurs before Buffy arrives in Seattle. Marrow is the fledgling Childe with Dru when she talks to Buffy in ch 5 of My Life For You.

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