Black Goddess Trilogy: The Difference Between Light and Dark
by Shay
After I claw my way out of my coffin, the first thing I see is her. Drusilla. She is standing above me, in a red dress, that comes down past her ankles, and her black hair is flying freely around her face. She is beautiful, a goddess. I stand up, and she brushes off my clothes and hair.

“William.” she purrs, her eyes widening gleefully. “My dear, sweet William.” With that she links her arm in mine, and we walk back towards the town. The empty cemetery is the only witness to anything that had occurred.

As Drusilla and I walked through the town, I felt out of place, but a part of everything. When I first stepped into the town, the noise was deafening. The people, and the animals, and carriages, and a million other things, assaulted my ears. I could hear a child’s whispered prayers from inside one of the houses, hear an ember fall in a fire. I could smell the blood, and liquor, and smoke. I had never realized how offensive the odors of the town were, until now. But the blood soon overpowered them all. A retch shook through me. Drusilla looked at me knowingly, and motioned for me to follow her.

We walked into an alley, that to a human would seem impenetrably dark, but to my eyes it was as bright as day. There was a woman walking out of a bar at the end of the ally. I looked at Drusilla, and she nodded her approval. I walked down the ally intentionally bumping into the woman.

“Sorry.” She said hurriedly, and continued walking.

“No, no, it was my fault.” I say kindly.

She turns around and smiles at me, before I have her pinned to the wall. Her fear rolls over her in waves, and the smell is intoxicating. I put my lips to her neck, and feel my face change, before I slip my fangs into her soft, delicate flesh. Her blood is warm, and laced with rum. As I feel her heart slow, I pull harder at the blood, pulling it into my mouth in gushes. I let the now lifeless body slump to the ground, before walking back to my sire.

***

The sun is only moments away as Drusilla and I enter the house. I assume it is ours, because I can just walk in. There is a man and woman sitting on a couch in the living room when we walk in.

“Where have you been Drusilla?” the man says with a slight accent. “And who is this?” he continues.

“I’m William.” I say offering my hand. He doesn’t take it, so I let it drop.

“I made him.” Drusilla says happily. “Isn’t he beautiful?”

“Yeah, sure.” The blonde woman says impatiently. “But you know better than to cut it that close. The sun came up seconds after you walked in.”

Drusilla whines sadly, like a beaten dog. I wrap my arms around her shoulders, and lead her to a chair.

“How dare you.” I say vehemently to them both.

“How dare we?” the man says. “Who do you think you are, barging into my home, with one of my women?” He says angrily.

“Your women?” I say through clinched teeth.

“Yes, my women.” He responds. “And if you don’t stay in your place, I may just through you out of this house, and into the unforgiving sun. I am the leader here.”

“Yeah.” I say under my breath, knowing when to let things go.

“Angelus.” the woman said putting her hand on his arm. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Coming Darla.” Angelus said to her, before growling at me. “You can sleep on the couch.” he says to me.

***

I ate a man in a clothing store. I couldn’t stand being reminded of my human self any longer. Angelus insisted on dressing me, saying something about how I couldn’t dress myself as a proper aristocrat should. He loves playing the part of a rich git. He says it makes people more trusting. He likes easy kills…and torture. He killed a pregnant woman last night, after cutting her baby out of her. He let Darla kill the baby, and then they took the child to the local church, and left in on the preacher’s pulpit. Darla loves young blood, but they don’t kill children a lot. She says it takes away the taste if you have them too often. I sometimes thing Darla is crazier than Drusilla. She was, after all, delirious with syphilis, when she died.

Angelus and her are inseparable. She made him to be her companion, and they haven’t been apart for long, ever since he was made. They are both very poetic about death, and the hunt. They see it as an intimate ritual, I see it as survival.

Drusilla was made by Angelus. He drove her insane before he made her. She was his favorite. Drusilla had visions about things, which come in handy sometimes, and other times are just gibberish. I’m more interested in her visions than anyone. Sometimes I wonder how far she can see into the future.

***

We all four went on a hunt tonight. We went to the “bad” part of town, and killed an elderly homeless man. He tasted awful, like sewage, and I swore to never eat an old person again. Drusilla and I separated from Angelus and Darla later on, and she and I shared a young woman, probably no more than twenty, as a meal. She tasted sweet, like the morning sunshine. There I go slipping into my old ways again. William the bloody poet, renowned for his “bloody awful poetry.” Remembering that, makes me think of something…what was it? Oh! The night I was made, Drusilla found me in the alley, crying. I hade been crying because some of my ‘friends’ had read my poetry, and Cecily had overheard. She found out that I was writing about her, and confronted me on it. When I told her I loved her, she said I was beneath her. As I thought about these things, I got angry, and my demon came out, ready to play. Maybe I could visit a few old friends.

***

Drusilla and I rushed back home, but on the way, I overheard a conversation between two men, about a party that was going to be held the following night. It was an engagement party for a man with the last name of Florence, and a supposedly beautiful woman. The party was being held at one of the empty mansions, that were sometimes used for large, and formal parties. I decided I would join the party, and see if I couldn’t find who I was searching for.

***

“He is alright.” Darla’s bored voice answers Drusilla.

“He is perfect…my sweet William.” Drusilla sighs happily.

“Drusilla? Are you coming?” I asked from across the room.

Darla’s eyes widened a little. “Where are you two going?” She asks intrigued.

“To a party.” Drusilla said gleefully.

“Oh.” Darla answered.

“Bye then.” I said walking out the door with Drusilla.

***

As we walked, Drusilla pulled on my arm playfully, like a child.

“What do you have planned, my sweet William?” She asked impishly curious.

“It’s a surprise.” I whisper to her trembling body, as we walk up to the house the party is being held at.

We walk right through the door, so far no one has noticed me, or the black goddess at my side.



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This is not finished! Anyone who has read it before, I added some stuff after the first scene!

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