The Trinity: Drusilla's Story: Part Four - London 1860
by Ephesiana
My mummy liked Angel. His good looks and charming Irish accent disposed her kindly to his visits. He was so pleased the first time she invited him in for tea. I fell in love with him. He was so disarming, yet always respectful of me, treating me like a princess. I did think it odd that he should never introduce me to any family or friends, but he explained that his family had passed away years ago, and that his business made it hard for him to meet many acquaintances. Angel always did have a wonderful liquid way of bending the truth, and telling a girl what she wanted to hear. One night, when Angel was walking me home from the opera, that strange man, the business acquaintance, suddenly appeared before us.

He said sarcastically, "Angel, if you don't mind me interrupting you from your…" he looked at me callously and waved his hand at me, as if to brush me away, "…date, or whatever," here he made a thinly veiled attempt to cover up a contemptuous laugh, "but an old friend is back in town whom I think you'll very much want to see."

Angel shot him the worst look imaginable, and pulled the man into a whispered conference. He then turned back to me and said, "Drusilla, I apologize, but I have to leave at once to settle an urgent matter. Spike, however, would be only too happy to see you home, wouldn't you, Spike?"

"Angel, this is your little project, not mine," he said, disgusted, and began walking away. Angel walked after him, and the two exchanged a few furious whispers. Angel then turned to me and made his farewells, leaving me in the company of one very odd individual. The man named Spike took my arm and let me lead the way.

"Come on then, love, let's get you home. Some of us has got work to do."

Shocked by his familiar tone into submission, I meekly started guiding us to my street.

"So, you are a business associate of Angel's?" I asked. It was the only safe subject I could think of to broach to this strange, rough man.

"Business associate? Is that what he told you? Well, I suppose so, in a way. That's good for a laugh, anyway. So, where did you two gad off to this night?"

"Angel took me to the opera."

"To hell with the opera! A bunch of old hags dancing round the subject. Me, I fancy a good piece of theatre. They get straight to the point of things, and throw in a good bit of fighting now and then. So, Angel's got you on his leash, does he, pet?"

"I would hardly say that-"

"He does," he said, stopping in his tracks. "I can see it in your bloody eyes," he said, picking up the pace once more. "Well, I pity you. Angel's…affections, you might call them, are no small thing to be trifled with. He's got you on his leash, and he'll pull you in. Choke you until all the life's run out of you." He looked into my eyes, and touched my cheek briefly. "And I'll be stuck cleaning up the mess, as usual."

"Sir?"

"This is your door, isn't it?"

"But-"

"I've said too much already. Now, go on. All good things must come to an end eventually."

I entered my apartment, feeling out of sorts. What was that rude man saying about my Angel? My Angel. The words sounded so good to me. They make such pretty music. Suddenly, the feeling came over me. I let out a cry as words came unbidden to my lips.

"The families are changing, and covered in blood are they both!" I cried, sinking to the floor in sobs. My mummy rushed in and pulled me to her bed. We prayed together for an hour before going to bed. The last thing I remember is Mummy, singing me her lullaby song and taking me into her arms before I fell asleep.

I woke from a deep sleep in the middle of the night, and snuggled next to Mummy, but she was too cold. I had left the window open again last night, I thought. Bad girl. The blankets seemed oppressive and almost sticky. I put my arm around Mummy to warm her, but she was all wet.

"Mummy?"

I opened my eyes to such a ghastly sight. My little mother lay next to me, covered in blood, her lifeless eyes staring at me. I screamed in horror and ran from the room, calling for my uncle. Then I tripped over his body lying on the floor. I couldn't bear it. I ran down the stairs, screaming and crying, to the street below.

"Someone, please, help me! It's terrible!"

I ran smack into my Angel.

"Drusilla, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Mummy…my little mother…covered in blood. And my uncle.." I sobbed. "Oh, Angel, how could this have happened?"

He pulled me into his strong arms and held me tight. "Oh Dru, Dru," he said, comforting me. I sank into his embrace. "Isn't it perfectly obvious? When you invite the devil into your life, what do you expect?"

I looked up at him, confused. "The Devil?"

"The devil gave you a gift, Dru. You help the devil with his evil work. Isn't it right that God should smite you down?"

"I'm not the child of the Devil," I cried.

"Hey, you said it, not me." He smiled. "I'd think you would have noticed the pattern before. You get a vision, someone dies…it's not exactly a puzzle, is it, Dru? I guess you just loved the devil's work more than your own mum. Tsk, tsk."

"No, no, that's not the way it was."

"It's on your conscience, not mine, lover. But don't you feel better now that you've given yourself to the devil?"

"No! I'm not a child of the devil, I'm a child of God. I'm pure!" I moaned with guilt, beating him with my fists while he laughed at me.

"Yeah, whatever you say, Dru." I turned and ran from him.

"Be seeing you around, princess," he called. "Oh, and remember…," he called, as I turned to face him, "…God is watching you."

I screamed as I ran down the alleys of London, towards the church. I staggered up the aisle, and fell at the Father's feet.

"Father, please-"




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