Fanfic: I Learnt Her Name Today (Internal Dialogue Series 1/7)

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Title: I Learnt Her Name Today
Series: Internal Dialogue (1/7)
Author: Avarice
Rating: PG
Pairing: Angelus/Drusilla, Spike/Drusilla
Spoilers: -
Summary: Spike learns the name of his sire's new prize.
Word Count: 484
Date First Posted: -
Date Revised - 11-05-2011
Beta: -
Awards: -
Notes: Spike POV.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.

I learnt her name today.

It took a while, he didn't want to share the information -- didn't want to share her -- but I learnt it.

Such a beautiful name.

And even though I've never spoken to her, never seen her properly, I know me.

I know I'm in love.

Again.

There's just something about your body when it's in love. There's a tingly sensation in your toes, but often you don't feel it, because it's as though you don't touch the ground when you walk.

There's a smile that appears on your face. It's unexplainable. And it stays for the better part of the night.

There's the feeling that half your body goes numb. You don't hear things the first time and your hand-eye coordination is sorely tested.

There's this tightness in your chest, and even if your heart doesn't beat, it constricts in the most painfully pleasurable embrace.

I wonder if anyone has ever realised the physical reactions of love could also class as some form of mild episode.

Quite possibly a stroke.

Ah yes, I know when I'm in love.

It was her eyes that did it to me. Wide and expressive. The colour of the sea on a stormy day. She blinked at me as I walked past his room. I stopped.

It was like she sucked the blood out of my body. I felt lightheaded.

I needed to sit down.

Then he came to the door and used her name. He told her to face away from me. He winked at me in a way that made me want to tear off his fingers one by one.

He shut the door.

But I won.

I learnt her name.

A name of equal parts purity and wickedness.

Speaking of chaste kisses and violent kills.

Of frilly dresses and rivers of blood.

I can see it, you know.

In my mind's eye -- how she would kill.

She would lure.

With the pout, and batting those long lashes. She would be able to get anyone she so desired.

Then, she would tear their throat out.

And complain if any blood spattered on her precious frock.

A beautiful pure white lace dress, gathered up underneath the bust. The colour only making her skin seem paler, more iridescent, more perfect -- in the light of the moon. Tulle impressed with flowers rounding out the sleeves, a pale pink ribbon encircling her slender waist...

Bloody fucking hell, I'm thinking about dresses.

I've got it bad.

A beautiful name for a beautiful creature.

I sit in front of the fireplace, replaying that one stolen moment over and over again.

The way her dark lashes sat against pale skin.

The way her dewy eyes locked with mine.

The way she rested her hand protectively over what seemed to be a child's porcelain doll.

The way the corners of her lips turned up, as she turned away from my gaze.

I'm in love.

Again.

I take a deep draught of ale and sit back in my chair.

I learnt her name today.

Drusilla.

~finis