Vampire Lore
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lady_windermereHave been trying to write something dark for a challange at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
a_darker_angel, and this seems to be as dark as my muse goes. It is a ficlet, 1,043 words, and the Fanged Four. It is un-beta-ed, so let me know if you think it is at all dark!
Title Vampire Lore
Author woman_of_
Pairings Angelus/Darla, William/Drusilla
Word count 1,043
Disclaimer Joss W created and owns them, with networks that let them down. I have only taken them out to play
Warning Some mention of torture and mental and physical, nothing graphic.
Synopsis William wants to celebrate Halloween, Angelus has to teach him vampire lore.
William woke at sundown. They had fed well the night before and he was restless. Dru slept beside him, it was sundown and he wished to wake her.
“Drusilla, it is time to get up, the night is young and holds many possibilities for fun,” he cried.
“Hush sweet Willy, it is Halloween. Vampires do not stir on hallows eve,” Drusilla coo-ed.
“I care not for such superstitions Dru, my sweet. Come let us revel in the blood of the humans out on such a night.”
Darla’s voice was heard, William had woken her, and she wasn’t happy, “Angelus, the fledge is being disobedient. Deal with it.”
Angelus stood, looking at the scene, “I shall teach the boy, take Drusilla into our room,” he commanded.
Darla looked at him, anger in her eyes, “Angelus I will do as you “ask”, but remember who the sire is. Now that you have taken on the role to train the fledge, do so, but do not disturb me. I wish to rest.”
“Daddy, Miss Edith and I will go with grandmamma. I heard the birds sing how bad it would be if we disobeyed lore,” Drusilla kissed Angelus’s cheek and left with Darla.
“Now boy, you shall learn and learn quickly. You will obey your elders and the lore, and I am the very one to teach you,” Angelus said in a low menacing voice.
“Yes your role as teacher Angelus. My dark princess should do that,” William looked at Angelus with the false air of bravo.
“You enjoy her punishments too much, you need a master at the art,” with that Angelus punched the young William, knocking him out. He easily hefted the weight of the slight William and carried him to the other room.
It had been the study of the father of the house. After they had eventually killed the family, Angelus had made it into his own study, and had manacles on the walls. He restrained William’s wrists and ankles, and had William hung on the wall as he regained conciseness.
“You feed too well last night boy. I shall fix that,” so saying Angelus stated to drain William. He stopped with a disgusted look, “you fed at the docks. I can still taste the opium in your blood.”
“They taste alright, and the ones who run these establishments put up a good fight,” William replied defiantly.
“The drugs will kill them soon enough, we do not give a merciful deaths,” Angelus’s voice reprimanded, his voice remained calm, but that usually meant he was planning some severe punishments.
Angelus moved around his instruments, picking them up and them discarding them, he fondled the branding iron. He had had it specially made; it was the same as his tattoo, but with another A. He had planned to brand the boy, but Drusilla had become hysterical, saying he wanted to take away her black knight.
Drusilla should be punished for disobeying him, and the boy always hurt more if it was Drusilla being punished. That would be good, and he is able to brand the boy as well. It would only last a week at the most, but he would’ve had Angelus’s mark on him. The cruel smile on Angelus’s face made William wince.
“What are you planning?” William asked, making himself face his teacher. Angelus ignored him, calling for Darla to bring Drusilla.
Darla and Drusilla appeared, Drusilla carrying Miss Edith. Angelus threw the doll from Drusilla and grabbed her, pulling off her nightgown and manacling her to the wall opposite William.
William started to struggle against his restraints, eyes wide, and face full of fury. “Leave her alone,” he cried “you were meant to punish me!”
Angelus gagged him when Darla complained that the noise would interfere with her rest, and then she went back to her room.
Angelus ignored William, while Drusilla stood quietly. Angelus never hurt his family so much that they would take longer than a day to heal, they were always ready to flee at a moments notice, and they were the nomads of the vampire community, always ready to move onto prospective hunting grounds.
“My girl, you wouldn’t let me brand the boy. Defied your daddy, you shall pay for that,” Angelus murmured onto her ear loud enough for William to hear.
William struggled more but could not move far. He tried to cry out but was securely gagged.
Angelus laughed, his plan was working now for the fun. The trick was never too much pain that it stopped hurting, or they lost consciousness, always below certain levels so that they could with-stand the pain.
Angelus looked at his creation; she was made to withstand pain. The boy and she were ideal toys for his whims. This maybe enjoyable, and the lessons the boy would learn should mean that he would listen to his elders and obey lore. While Angelus would also have a pretty brand on him as well. He would not push for a tattoo. That the pretty boy was Drusillas was a constant pain to him, but after Darla had almost dusted Penn it was for the best. As his teacher and fellow hunter, who knew where it might lead.
Drusilla with-stood Angelus for two hours, he had been inventive and imaginative with the methods by which he used the instruments, and had quite a variety of them. Williams muffles pleas and cries where more pitiful. He seemed to suffer more than her and his wrists and ankles bled from his struggles.
Angelus ran a talon like fingernail across Drusillas chest leaving a trail of blood on her bruised body; the air was heavy with the smell of blood. Angelus then prepared the branding iron, “you cannot stop me Drusilla, I have tried to make you agree, but I shall have this. It is my due for taking on the role of sire and teaching him.”
Drusilla sagged exhausted, as William continued to struggle. Angelus had lost patience and punched him; he sagged in the restraints as well. Angelus released the manacles, he always got his wish. He tied William up on his back to the desk, as he waited for him to recover before branding him as his, if only for a week.
I know it is not your usual ships, but not relationships. A little ungraphic torture, mental and physical.
a_darker_angel, and this seems to be as dark as my muse goes. It is a ficlet, 1,043 words, and the Fanged Four. It is un-beta-ed, so let me know if you think it is at all dark!Title Vampire Lore
Author woman_of_
Pairings Angelus/Darla, William/Drusilla
Word count 1,043
Disclaimer Joss W created and owns them, with networks that let them down. I have only taken them out to play
Warning Some mention of torture and mental and physical, nothing graphic.
Synopsis William wants to celebrate Halloween, Angelus has to teach him vampire lore.
William woke at sundown. They had fed well the night before and he was restless. Dru slept beside him, it was sundown and he wished to wake her.
“Drusilla, it is time to get up, the night is young and holds many possibilities for fun,” he cried.
“Hush sweet Willy, it is Halloween. Vampires do not stir on hallows eve,” Drusilla coo-ed.
“I care not for such superstitions Dru, my sweet. Come let us revel in the blood of the humans out on such a night.”
Darla’s voice was heard, William had woken her, and she wasn’t happy, “Angelus, the fledge is being disobedient. Deal with it.”
Angelus stood, looking at the scene, “I shall teach the boy, take Drusilla into our room,” he commanded.
Darla looked at him, anger in her eyes, “Angelus I will do as you “ask”, but remember who the sire is. Now that you have taken on the role to train the fledge, do so, but do not disturb me. I wish to rest.”
“Daddy, Miss Edith and I will go with grandmamma. I heard the birds sing how bad it would be if we disobeyed lore,” Drusilla kissed Angelus’s cheek and left with Darla.
“Now boy, you shall learn and learn quickly. You will obey your elders and the lore, and I am the very one to teach you,” Angelus said in a low menacing voice.
“Yes your role as teacher Angelus. My dark princess should do that,” William looked at Angelus with the false air of bravo.
“You enjoy her punishments too much, you need a master at the art,” with that Angelus punched the young William, knocking him out. He easily hefted the weight of the slight William and carried him to the other room.
It had been the study of the father of the house. After they had eventually killed the family, Angelus had made it into his own study, and had manacles on the walls. He restrained William’s wrists and ankles, and had William hung on the wall as he regained conciseness.
“You feed too well last night boy. I shall fix that,” so saying Angelus stated to drain William. He stopped with a disgusted look, “you fed at the docks. I can still taste the opium in your blood.”
“They taste alright, and the ones who run these establishments put up a good fight,” William replied defiantly.
“The drugs will kill them soon enough, we do not give a merciful deaths,” Angelus’s voice reprimanded, his voice remained calm, but that usually meant he was planning some severe punishments.
Angelus moved around his instruments, picking them up and them discarding them, he fondled the branding iron. He had had it specially made; it was the same as his tattoo, but with another A. He had planned to brand the boy, but Drusilla had become hysterical, saying he wanted to take away her black knight.
Drusilla should be punished for disobeying him, and the boy always hurt more if it was Drusilla being punished. That would be good, and he is able to brand the boy as well. It would only last a week at the most, but he would’ve had Angelus’s mark on him. The cruel smile on Angelus’s face made William wince.
“What are you planning?” William asked, making himself face his teacher. Angelus ignored him, calling for Darla to bring Drusilla.
Darla and Drusilla appeared, Drusilla carrying Miss Edith. Angelus threw the doll from Drusilla and grabbed her, pulling off her nightgown and manacling her to the wall opposite William.
William started to struggle against his restraints, eyes wide, and face full of fury. “Leave her alone,” he cried “you were meant to punish me!”
Angelus gagged him when Darla complained that the noise would interfere with her rest, and then she went back to her room.
Angelus ignored William, while Drusilla stood quietly. Angelus never hurt his family so much that they would take longer than a day to heal, they were always ready to flee at a moments notice, and they were the nomads of the vampire community, always ready to move onto prospective hunting grounds.
“My girl, you wouldn’t let me brand the boy. Defied your daddy, you shall pay for that,” Angelus murmured onto her ear loud enough for William to hear.
William struggled more but could not move far. He tried to cry out but was securely gagged.
Angelus laughed, his plan was working now for the fun. The trick was never too much pain that it stopped hurting, or they lost consciousness, always below certain levels so that they could with-stand the pain.
Angelus looked at his creation; she was made to withstand pain. The boy and she were ideal toys for his whims. This maybe enjoyable, and the lessons the boy would learn should mean that he would listen to his elders and obey lore. While Angelus would also have a pretty brand on him as well. He would not push for a tattoo. That the pretty boy was Drusillas was a constant pain to him, but after Darla had almost dusted Penn it was for the best. As his teacher and fellow hunter, who knew where it might lead.
Drusilla with-stood Angelus for two hours, he had been inventive and imaginative with the methods by which he used the instruments, and had quite a variety of them. Williams muffles pleas and cries where more pitiful. He seemed to suffer more than her and his wrists and ankles bled from his struggles.
Angelus ran a talon like fingernail across Drusillas chest leaving a trail of blood on her bruised body; the air was heavy with the smell of blood. Angelus then prepared the branding iron, “you cannot stop me Drusilla, I have tried to make you agree, but I shall have this. It is my due for taking on the role of sire and teaching him.”
Drusilla sagged exhausted, as William continued to struggle. Angelus had lost patience and punched him; he sagged in the restraints as well. Angelus released the manacles, he always got his wish. He tied William up on his back to the desk, as he waited for him to recover before branding him as his, if only for a week.
I know it is not your usual ships, but not relationships. A little ungraphic torture, mental and physical.
