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This story is No. 2 in the series "An Ode to a City". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Being the First Part of our Heroine's Adventures in a Wicked Place

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DC Universe > Batman > Drusilla-CenteredbatzulgerFR132214,264105426,85328 Dec 0929 Jan 10Yes

Providing Succor and Scholarship Part the First.

I found myself standing on a tenement rooftop under a cloudy night sky. I had absolutely no idea how I could have come to be there, and my beast did not remember either.

Then the rustle of small wings and a fine powdery dust reminded me of this evening's task. Humming to myself and closing my eyes, I stuck out my arm and spun round three times clockwise then three times widdershins. When I opened my eyes, I found myself pointing at a window across the street. With a little smile I ran and leapt, having complete faith that I would make it. Landing as lightly as the morning dew I began to climb down the building till I was next to the window and rapped lightly on the sash.

Miss Emma came quickly and opened it quite silently, "Is that you Drusilla?"

"Yes indeed my dear. Are you ready for some lessons?"

She nodded her assent and after clambering out the window, shut it softly behind her so we were both perched upon the sill, "What will we be doing first?"

"Well now Miss Emma, I was thinking about this all the way home last night. A Slayer is first and foremost a hunter and so are vampires. I will first show you how to hunt as a vampire does it, so that you may recognize the patterns of movement and speech. Then a little bit later we can practice getting control over those dreadfully annoying dreams. Now come along, we have places to be, " With that I stepped off the sill and plummeted the four stories down towards the alley below, only to land as softly as gossamer, "Come along now Miss Emma, " I whispered.

To give her great credit she stepped off the sill as well, and landed unhurt beside me, but with considerably more force and noise, "Wow Drusilla!, "She stage whispered to me, "That was sooo unbelievably cool!"

"You're a Slayer Miss Emma. You were given great power to fight my kind on an equal or even superior level, " I gave her a smile, and this time she did not recoil from my fangs, "Let us be off now!"

I had decided to take Miss Emma to the Fat Man's club, but as she was clad in tradesmen's denim pants, a plain black shirt, and boots, first she needed appropriate clothing. I retrieved the package of dress, shoes and jewellery that I did not recall placing there, but knew where it would be anyway.

"Here we go my dear, a small set of gifts to you. It is always easier to trap a prey when one resembles an appropriate type of bait."

She had opened the package and was staring in awe at the contents, "All this is really for me?"

"Of course, Miss Emma, " I realized I felt slightly surprised at her statement and was more surprised and actually even more pleased, when she wrapped me in a positively bone-crushing hug. My beast screamed that I should feast on her now, and I admit I giggled at its impotent ranting.

"Thank you Drusilla! This is the nicest thing anybody's ever given me."

"Well now, that's well and good, but you should get changed now."

"Here? In public?"

"Oh don't worry. No one will notice you, I can hide as well as seek, " with that and a thought I masked the pair of us from view as she shed her ugly clothes and garbed herself more fittingly.

"How do I look?"

"Like an angel seeking a devil, " I had chosen red for her and it went well with her short blonde hair and dusky complexion. Some restrained dabs of make-up from my clutch purse and she was fit to trap any of my kind. The emerald earrings and silver bracelet added a touch of wealth and power and the tight dress called forth desire, she was ready.

"Oh yes Miss Emma, one more thing, " I pulled the small velvet bag from my purse and handed it to her. She took it and shook the contents into her palm. The small silver cross glinted in the few functioning street lamp's glow.

"This looks very old. Are you sure you want me to have it?"

"Of course my dear. I can't think of anyone more deserving. I've had it quite a terribly long time, and it truly needs to be passed to someone else. Now put it on and let us be going. This will be an interesting night. The moth's told me so and they are seldom wrong."
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