Release

He did it every day, furtively under the covers or downstairs. He had to. Watching them all night, the way their bodies moved to music only they could hear, the pressure built inside him until he thought he would burst with it.

Drusilla. Dark goddess. His salvation.

Darla. Exquisite as a porcelain doll. Cold as the grave.

Angelus. Master, mentor. Alpha and omega.

Tightening his hand around the hardess it enclosed, he began to move. Slow even strokes that sped up as images burned into his brain. The only sound being the scratch of inked pen on best quality paper.

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I love this. I can really see a furtive William-in-transition stealing time to try and capture his new life.

From: [identity profile] killing-kurare.livejournal.com


The image of Spike in this is delicious, and I love how he refers to the other vampires.


"Drusilla. Dark goddess. His salvation.

Darla. Exquisite as a porcelain doll. Cold as the grave.

Angelus. Master, mentor. Alpha and omega."

So true <3
Loved it!
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