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Opening Moves of White Pawns and Black Queens

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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-CenteredbatzulgerFR132214,264105224,37228 Dec 0929 Jan 10Yes

Providing Succor and Scholarship Part the Fourth.

My statement received a two component response. The stunned silence I had foreseen, the immediate following laughter I had not. "Are all vampires so forward?" she choked out between guffaws.

My Slayer looked startled and not particularly certain on how to react to the varied twists and contortions this conversation had wound through. So I gave her a reassuring smile, making sure to conceal my fangs, and patted her arm, "Don't worry about the two barmy ladies my dear."

Miss Emma, looked up at me and there were some tears in her eyes, "Drusilla, you're not evil are you?"

I looked sadly upon her and the faceless one, the Question, had stifled her mirth and was listening carefully, "I'm terribly afraid I am, my dear Emma. Down to my very core, my beast desires nothing more than to call upon the emotions of terror and fear, and the sensation of pain inflicted. For I do not possess a soul anymore to bestow upon me guilt or compassion. However, as I have said my madness has twisted my beast and rendered it harmless. That being said, I will train you in techniques that should enable the both of you to resist my abilities and destroy me should that prove necessary, " I stepped close to Emma and began to hug her.

"But all is not lost! Souls can be caught like fireflies, and one of my goals is to capture my poor lost one. Then with a bit of paste and a bight of string, I will secure it firmly in place and admonish it severely to not try to escape again, " I looked down at my Slayer and then over at the Question.

"Well, " started the faceless one, "you can't be accused of glossing over the sordid facts and evading unpleasant reality...such as it is. Emma, she may be nuts, but she isn't the Joker and I think she is serious about all of it. Drusilla?"

"Yes?"

"I don't know how you know who I really am..."

"It was a particularly prattling cockroach or perhaps a mote of dust...I don't really recall."

"Whatever. As long as it doesn't become public knowledge. What I was going to ask is if Emma had no choice in gaining her powers or responsibilities? That she was fated to be picked?"

"As I understand it, and you must realize I am far from an expert."

"Well then, there's no way I'm going to leave someone like either of you out on your own when you definitely need help, " She faced Miss Emma and proffered her her pasteboard, "Here's my cell number. Give me a call tomorrow and we'll set up a training time and place for you. If you want me to teach you how to fight and win, I'm in."

"Excellent Madame Question!" I clapped my hands in glee, "And then if the two of you are up to it, I will treat you to dinner and then we may discuss how to resist visions and the various sorts of creatures that go bump in the night!" I looked over at Miss Emma, she had stopped crying and had a fierce expression fixed upon her countenance.

"Drusilla, is it really possible to regain your soul?"

"Why yes my dear. I know of one vampire in particular that succeeded."

"Okay. I'll train and learn and be strong and everything on one condition...we get your soul back!"

I felt myself begin to get teary eyed, as my beast howled at this display of affection, "My dear, I will happily agree to your condition."

"I'm in too Emma, I know some folks who may have have some answers. Well ladies, I must go and comfort my significant other. She's probably wondering why I haven't gotten back yet. Can I bring her to the dinner tomorrow? She has certain knowledge and resources that could be useful."

"Of course you can."

Doffing her hat in a sweeping bow, the faceless one moved off into the night.

"Well now Miss Emma, time to get you home, and don't fret. You have friends. Let us find a taxi."

My Slayer clutched my arm the whole way home, and for the first time in years I felt truly happy.
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