Pieces of Gold
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to the charcters or concepts from Pirates of the Carribean. I don't own Darla - she's from Joss Whedon's Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
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note: almost a drabble. This one's a crossover.
Darla coughed into the night, her lungs aching. She could feel the fever burning in her, eating away at her body. She couldn’t afford that, couldn’t afford to loose her beauty. Without her looks, she’d soon become yet another cheap whore. She’d rather remain an expensive one, thank you very much.
As she coughed again, one hand clutched at the necklace that she’d made. It held a gleaming golden coin, with a skull surrounded by strange shapes. Very exotic looking, and a nice, heavy weight of solid gold.
One of her customers had given it to her, a pirate from the southern waters. He’d been a large man, with a thick beard and expensive clothing, the captain of the Black Pearl. She remembered Barbossa quite well… the man had seemed almost insatiable.
Footsteps echoed in the darkness, and Darla looked up into the street. The clouds blocked the moonlight, hiding his face, but she thought the figure looked familiar. “Barbossa?”
“Darla, wasn’t it?” His voice sounded different. “There is a matter of a coin…”
The clouds parted, revealing that Barbossa wasn’t so handsome now, withered flesh over exposed bones. Her fever was forgotten as a deep chill swept through her. She lifted the coin from her neck, handing it to the man, wondering what had happened.
That night, as the man she thought was the devil claimed her for eternal night, she wondered if she would meet Barbossa again. Maybe in hell.
End Darla’s Last Night.