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An ember in the far distance.
It flickered, drawing her attention; calling her.
She’d felt it as they entered the atmosphere, like something from times so long ago that she’d all but forgotten it could exist. The volume of its singing grew, but she kept her interest hidden. No sense in letting Them
know she was actually interested in something.
woke ten years ago, she had no idea that senseless carnage could become trivial and uninteresting. Imagine; the last of the Scourge of Europe formerly of Earth-That-Was had lost her desire to watch pretty patterns painted in blood. It could possibly be attributed to the five years of captivity and torture she’d had to endure. Inflicted without the grace or artistic ability she’d so loved to experience from her Daddy. They
took her away from Miranda. Away from the home she’d made and the warm light that didn’t burn.
During the past ten years, Drusilla had actually wished for true death more than once. Reavers. That’s what the humans called them as they descended on the Rim towns. It was an apt description; wreaking such havoc to turn the most depraved demon’s stomach. But then, Dru hadn’t come across many demons in the last five hundred years. The Immortal had been her ticket off Earth That Was and he had only lasted through the first decade of the journey. He’d managed to anger one of the ruling families enough to get himself spaced; just six months before they reached the first planet. Dru took up with an influential group of geishas. Her classic English rose appearance was of particular interest to many and with her thrall abilities, no one ever missed a few mouthfuls of blood here and there.
She had survived the Unification war by seeking sanctuary with the priestess of Companion House Madrassa. Knowledge of Drusilla had been passed down from priestess to priestess since the beginning of Companion history. After the war, Miss Edith had told her to volunteer for the Miranda project. Drusilla still hadn’t forgiven her for that.
Reavers didn’t really speak in a recognizable language, but that didn’t mean Dru couldn’t understand them and almost the entire fleet was intent on decimating the Alliance contingent dead ahead. Dru sidled up behind the ‘captain’ of the ship she occupied and whispered, “Our little Firefly is flitting away and Princess is hungry. Such tasty treats to be had in all of her nooks and crannies.”
A guttural roar erupted and Dru danced across the deck, unobtrusively making her way to her safe place as the ship dove after the fleeing ship. ‘A leaf on the wind…’ whispered through her heart and she shivered with anticipation.
Time to find a new game.
The ship was eerily quiet and except for her careful footsteps, no sounds were heard. The marauding horde had already followed their prey and Dru smiled at the knowledge that none would live to see another day.
A new Slayer awakens and the children of rage would have no more tea.
She skipped across the damaged loading bay; her prize was waiting.
Her hand shook as she stroked honey blond hair off a rapidly cooling forehead. ‘Hurry now. Quick, quick, before the spark dies out!’
Miss Edith’s voice still spoke to her even though the physical body of the beloved doll had crumbled to dust long ago. A quick slice and crimson rain fell on parted lips.
A new Childe would make amends for ten years of hell.
So many people running around like little ants. Dru hid them, waiting for her beautiful boy to awaken. They would fly away with the man who was not there and find another place to call home.
All senses went on alert and she felt more than heard the presence on the other side of the wall.
A soft voice drifted through the vent.
“Keep him safe Mummy. His light will shine if you teach him the right lessons. Don’t make me kill him again.”
Dru leaned her head against the wall, her palm flat on the surface. “The course runs ever onward. New games for my Childer. Rage burned so deep to take greed from me. As it was on Miranda in the before, shall we be.” She could sense the Slayer’s acceptance and cooed. “The Blue will not stop their playing. Find us when Brown is ready to march.”
“Your choice is the most logical. An unfamiliar behavior for an Old One. Be a good Mummy.”
The sound of footsteps came through and a new voice asked, “River? Who were you talking to?”
“The leaves blowing on the winds of change Simon. It’s time to go.”
As the ship broke atomo, Thomas came to the conclusion that using his original name would be the best course of action. It was a name no one still alive knew and starting a new life would be easy regardless of its pointless purpose.
Everything he’d known and believed was gone, wiped away by an eight year old data disk.
An aura of danger enveloped him as he sensed a presence approach from behind.
“Purpose is never pointless dark one.” His face remained impassive as she sat next to him in the cockpit and Dru smiled. No scent of fear tainted the air even though he’d developed a sudden sheen of sweat on his skin.
She ran a finger down his face from temple to jaw and met his impassive eyes. “Dear Thomas, would you be my Rufio?”
For the first time in twenty years he heard someone use the name his mother gave him. The voice was different but the quote was from the only remnant of childhood he had managed to hold onto. His answer was barely a whisper, but knew that she would hear it. “To die will be an awfully big adventure.”
Excitement shone from her icy blue eyes and she giggled as she leaned over to place a kiss on his temple. “Our Peter is not yet awake, but soon. Never is a very long time. Do you know the way?”
The ice around his heart melted and he took in a shaky breath. “Second to the right, and straight on till morning.”
Kinda bizarre I know, but Muse is beta'ing on ch 9 of My Life and I'm stuck on the others.