Drusilla (singtodarkness) wrote in they_are_wicked,

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Time to tame the bad puppy.

Drusilla snarled, jerking herself back as Spike spoke his words. Who does the boy think he is? She knew him too well, much more than the younger vampire could ever know. Eyes speak only truth and his was the easiest she could ever read. Unlike others, the girl learns from past mistakes. Already once did she fall into his tangled web of trickery and lies.. back when he vowed his loyalty to the Slayer by holding a stake firmly against his sire's breast. Her breast. The memory of his betrayal and the wooden point digging ever so tenderly into her flesh was still very fresh in her mind -- using that exact memory to fuel the fire of her hatred after so many passing years. She wasn't pleased that he thought he was capable of pulling that trick on her again.

"Pieces can't be placed together so easily, dear heart," she purred to him in a soothing voice while her gaze wandered about the dark prison in deep thought. Even though her voice remained soothed, her features held a much different story. She knew what she was going to have to do. "You have yet to see this, though. But I shall show you."

The vampiress' eyes reverted back to Spike's for only a second before moving herself over to the nearest counter and grabbing the metal key that was safely tucked inside the basket that rested on top. She could hear the banging of chains rattle behind her as the anxiousness grew in the air, her pause only made for a moment while the thoughts in her head bounced back and forth of the decision she was about to make. It's the only way, the soft whisper in her head hissed, the throne must be ripped from underneath. Her hands clenched around the key tighter. The air was screaming warnings; only becoming louder at each step she made toward her childe. She never did enjoy playing those types of games.. but the thought of Spike thinking he could overpower her was amusing enough for her to bypass that for once.

"You think you can hurt your mummy and run away to the nipping shadows, do you?" Drusilla questioned with heavy distaste as she stood before the blonde vampire, holding the key upright between her thumb and index finger. She was taunting his freedom. Just one little slip and she would be well within his devious clutches.. more than likely ending up like her favorite pet which was now nothing more than common ash. "Well then," she continues, her pursed lips forming into vicious grin, "let's see if my wicked boy remembers how to bite." Without any further words spoken she steps to the side and begins to unlock the first shackle. She didn't trust him enough to do the other one so she just placed the key within his palm instead before jumping back quickly. It was only moments before the real fun begins..

And then she'll prove to him that he belongs to her. Forever. Drusilla was eager to spank her black prince down.
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