The Path That Wasn't Taken [For seewhatmightbe]

[a_pretty_fire]

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

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[seewhatmightbe]

Alice was sprawled on her stomach, her feet in the air, resting - well, to the extent that she needed to rest, where others might sleep she took time to have her own thoughts. Seeing Drusilla, she hurriedly rearranged herself in a decidedly more ladylike sitting position, focused on some middle distance. "There are two different paths, it seems. And I've chosen to go down one and not the other."

[a_pretty_fire]

She'd seen it, then. Drusilla wasn't surprised. Her darling Alice was a clever girl. She was special. Because she was a vampire and because she saw the things that other people didn't dare to see.

"I want to tell you a story," Drusilla murmured, sitting down next to Alice.

[seewhatmightbe]

"What sort of story?" Alice asked. She was curious, though she knew she would like listening no matter what the story held.

[a_pretty_fire]

"A nice story."

Sitting down next to Alice, Drusilla made herself comfortable. It wasn't a long story - she could cut out a lot of it, for simplicities sake and because they were Daddy's adventures to tell - but it was a terribly important one.

"It's about a little girl."