Drusilla is a very sociable (and completely mad) vampire. She loves meeting new people, and is, consequently, always open for plotting and RP ( Read more... )

Can you hear that, Miss Edith? Someone's talking to us.

Hear them whispering. Such serious little whispers. Such serious little faces.

We're listening.

It was raining in Prague. Their suite was bright and golden - just like the pretty little girl that Spike had found for their supper - but the greyness of the skies and bleakness of the sodden city seeped in through the curtains. It was almost enough to choke Drusilla. It filled up her head until she wanted to scream with frustration. The heavens ( Read more... )

Player Nickname: Emma
Player LJ: atraphoenix
AIM: atravenenum
Email: atraphoenix@hotmail.co.uk

Character: Drusilla
Fandom: Angel / Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Current Canon Point: Following Darla's resurrection.

( Character Notes )

Although the sun had set over an hour ago, Taxon wasn't ready to sleep. (It was a city made up of the dead and the broken and the dangerous and the damned. It couldn't sleep.) The air was singing to her, crackling with fear and confusion and anger and a maelstrom of other delightful emotions that thrilled Drusilla to the core ( Read more... )

The night was black as coal. The same colour as her heart. The same colour as a tongue that had been corrupted by filthy little lies. Usually, Drusilla would have relished that. But things were different now ( Read more... )

Character Name: Drusilla (AU) [a_pretty_fire]
Species: Vampire
Abnormal Abilities, if any?: The strengths that come with her species, along with a few psychic gifts. (Visions of the future, a knack for hypnosis and occasionally unnerving insight, for the most part.)

( TL;DR Ahead! )

The path untrod is a dangerous place to walk, but, when two seers are travelling it together, the journey can be exciting as well as bloody.

( Threads )

No.

There isn't enough room. I'm made up of blood and flesh. I'm filled up with secrets. There isn't room for a soul, not even for a little while.

I'll scratch your eyes out! I'll rip your throat out! I'll never be good. I can't be good. The wickedness is already inside. Can't you smell it? Can't you feel it?

I don't have the coins for the ( Read more... )

(Although this story doesn't feature a particular version of Ten, I can’t pretend that I didn’t have rude_not_ginger in mind when I was writing it.)

( Ten Trips Still to be Taken )