lirazel | Choco_cherries: Death Becomes Her

Y’all, I’ve gone completely crazy. Stark raving mad. There is no other explanation for the crack that is this pairing. Forgive me in advance. (oh, and the “drinking forever” idea comes from ava_leigh_fitz. Cuz she’s awesome like that. Thanks for the support, mind-twin.).

Title: Death Becomes Her
Author: Lirazel (penny_lane_42)

Fandoms: Heroes/Buffyverse
Characters/Pairing: Adam Monroe/Drusilla
Timeline/Setting: 1900, China, the Boxer Rebellion (before Spike kills his first Slayer)
Wordcount: 300
Prompt: bridge
Summary: She could drink from him forever and he would never run dry.

He’s seen so much in the last three centuries—this isn’t his first rebellion, much less his first war—that when he realizes what she is, he believes it. The crumpled body at her feet, the blood smeared on her mouth, her deformed face…being himself, he can’t deny his own eyes.

She probably wasn’t beautiful in life—sweet and innocent he can imagine, but not beautiful—but death lends her an allure that even he can’t deny. He isn’t captivated, though, not like the lovesick vampire who follows her around hoping for a crumb. He has forgotten how to be.

She infuses every word with poetry: if he only listens to the sound of her voice, the words are beautiful. But the meaning is illusive, impossible to grasp, though she speaks with such conviction that he knows she’s following an internal logic. He could spend the rest of his eternity—and hers—trying to map the paths and cross the bridges her mind follows, but he has things to do and no interest in commitment. Love could never hope to compete with revenge.

She sinks her teeth into his neck, pain and pleasure intermingled. She could drink from him forever and he would never run dry. He has left guilt and conscience far behind, and he can appreciate the twisted beauty in the way she seduces and then preys. His lost sword cannot compare with her teeth, and she is an avenging angel in her white lace splashed with crimson blood.

She treats the whole world, and not the least him, like a toy, like one of her dolls, and he grows tired of her after a few days. He hops the last boat for Bombay, and he doesn’t look back.

That doesn’t mean he’s ever going to forget her.