London Drabbles

[cornerofmadness]

Darla – 1700’s – Looking for Culture
 
Sometimes Angelus could be such an infant and she as tired of his whining as she was of Ireland. It was time to show him the world and London was such a wonderful city. It was high time he experienced it. One would think she was asking him to walk into the sun with how he carried on.
 
Darla knew she could make her boy do what she wanted, no matter how much he bellyached. She would get to enjoy herself somewhere more genial for a change, dine on fattened lords out for a little theatre. Darla couldn’t wait.

 

 

Angelus  -1800’s  Prey
 
Much like the first time she had forced him to London, Darla had to twist his arm to get him to return but this time the results were unexpected. At first he discounted the rumors of a local girl who could see the future. The hell she must live in with all the religious prigs pointing and whispering, condemning her with their eyes, all of it thrilled Angelus. Upon finding her, he promptly added to her torment. Eventually Drusilla would be his. It was only a matter of time. Angelus bided his time, enjoying the game.

 

Spike/Dru – the 1970’s  - Punk Rock
 
Spike couldn’t keep the grin off his face. Bodies milling everywhere to the violent music. Even Dru, who tended to femininity and formality, had granted his wish to see her in torn fishnets and a tartan mini-skirt. London had always been a good hunting ground and the punk scene, well that seemed made for vampires.
 
He could smell the blood of Sid Vicious as he mutilated himself on stage. Dru wet her lips. Sid was her kind of man. Maybe Spike would let his princess play. A little Sid for her and for him, the Slits would be in town soon.

Spike – Post NFA -  Homecoming
 
It almost felt like home and he needed that. Spike couldn’t believe he was alive. He and Peaches were the only ones to survive. Most of L.A. didn’t. They had gone their own separate ways, Peaches after his brat and Spike went to London looking for the lost parts of himself.
 
He thought he’d think of her but when he pictured Buffy the only thing that came to mind was that she and her kind had abandoned them, condemning thousands to death. He didn’t know what he’d do if he ever saw her again. One of them might not survive.

 

Connor – Post NFA – Vacation
 
“Come on, Connor, hurry!” The dark-haired young girl beckoned frantically as she joined the queue.
 
“The tour won’t leave without us.”

Connor joined his sister, happy that she was at least smiling. He had gotten her safely out of L.A. before the demon attack. Their parents weren’t so lucky. Even though he knew he wasn’t related to her, raising his sister was giving him a sense of family and purpose.
 
“The Jack the Ripper walk? Are you sure about this, sis?”
 
“It’s fun. And tomorrow the Haunted London tour.”
 
If only he knew his sister wanted to meet ghosts and ghoulies…

as always x-posted to open_on_sunday

Comments

[makd.livejournal.com]

tasty.

Wonder if Connor's sister will meet Spike in London?

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

thanks. Hmmm now there's a thought. Connor's sister and Spike in London.

She does meet him in that wip I'm working on Deep Dark Sky (though it's Angel she has the crush on)