Insane...! By: Nemi
Angelus/Drusilla, rated PG-13
The night Drusilla was turned...

That was all she could do. Helpless, disoriented, terrified - insane..... The stars were whispering to her from outside, the shadows became faces she didn't know, faces she didn't recognize. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she had one thought in her head. She had to reach the window.

She was supposed to take her vows that day, when he came.

She had felt him coming long before he was there, and she had been frightened. Deadly fear had filled her heart as her brain tried to take control and tell her to calm down. But she didn't listen to any rational thought her brain might come up with, anymore. Everything was spinning up there, and she hated it. She didn't know why it hurt. She only knew that it was his fault.

All she could do now, was run. From him.

He was following her, she knew that. She could feel him, feel his presence, feel his steps coming closer and closer. He was the one who had caused this. That's what the moon had told her, and she knew it was right. She knew that he was the one who had killed everybody she held close to her heart. Everybody she clung to in a last, desperate attempt to remain sane.

He had killed her family. He had killed the nuns. He had killed her friends. Everybody was gone, now. And she knew he was going to kill her too, if she didn't reach the window, if she didn't keep on running.

It wasn't really running. She was hurt too badly for that. Clutching the wound in her stomach, she stumbled forward and through a door, finally seeing her goal at the end of the large room. The window. The only window in this part of the monastery that led out to normal ground, safe ground. And she had to reach it.

Every step she took hurt her, every breath she took burned her lungs. The tears were still streaming down her face, burning as they reached the gash by her mouth. Even if he didn't kill her, she wasn't at all sure that she would survive.

When he first entered, he had greeted them all cheerily, as if nothing was wrong, but she could feel his intentions, she could feel his dark mind. But before she had a chance to say something, to warn the other nuns, he had started killing.

And she had screamed.

She would never, ever forget the things he had done to them. He had slit their throats, feeding off them, bathing in their blood - and he had loved every second. She could hear his evil laugh, she could feel his macabre glee over mauling all her friends. Then he had raped her and beat her and tortured her, he had fed on her but not taken enough to kill her, he had only taken a few sips each time. And then he suddenly stopped.

She didn't hesitate for a second. She got to her feet on unsteady legs and started her journey towards the window. Towards her safety. He had made sure she couldn't get out any other way.

And now, she saw the window coming closer, slowly, slowly, feeling the safety on the other side. Just like she could feel the monster behind her approaching her, his mind laughing and reveling in her whimpers and moans of pain as she half crawled, half ran across the large room.

They used to eat in this room. This is where she met the rest of the nuns, all of them. And now, they were all gone. Dead. Her mind was spinning, going out of control as she used what little sanity she had left to pray to God that he would save her life.

God didn't listen to her prayers.

When she was only a few feet from the window, a hand as cold as ice was placed around her neck, and she was yanked around to face him. She knew he had been walking calmly behind her all along, enjoying seeing her struggle, a fight lost from the start. She stared at him with wide eyes, knowing that he could read her fear in them.

The fingers around her neck tightened as he laughed deep in his throat. She was starting to get light headed from the lack of air, but it didn't hurt. He couldn't possibly make her hurt more than she already was.

His shirt was soaked with blood, blood from the nuns. So was his hair which had loosened from the band that held it in place earlier that evening, when he first had entered. And his face was nearly covered in the thick, red substance, especially around the mouth.

"Why Drusilla" he said in a silky voice, lifting his hand to caress her bloodied cheek with equally bloodied fingers. "You weren't trying to leave, were you?" He let the fingers travel down her face to grip her jaw in a deadly grip. "We're just about to get to the fun part."

With those words, all sanity fled her mind and she screamed as he changed. His face became twisted and dangerous, two fangs were peeking from the corner of his mouth and his eyes turned yellow. Growling and snarling, he bent down to capture her lips in a hard, demanding kiss, before releasing her, letting her fall to the floor, semi-conscious.

She was going to die.

That was the only reasonable thought she had as she saw him bend down to her. Then his cool lips, covered in blood, closed around her neck and he drank. She didn't have the strength to fight him. All she could do was lie there, slowly slipping further into the darkness, completely unaware of the pain in her neck.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness, she heard him growl and then something was pressed to her lips. A thick fluid with a sharp taste trickled down into her mouth, and she drank, unable to do anything else.

Her mind slowly informed her that it was his wrist she was drinking from, but she didn't care. She only drank, as the whispering in her head grew intense. She let the blood flow down her throat and caress her tongue, until she let the darkness swallow her and the voices in her head take control.

When Angelus finally pulled back from the semi-conscious girl, he smirked, satisfied with his work. He knew very well that she would die within the next hour and arise as a vampire within the next day. He had plans for her, big plans. He wanted to track down William and introduce them to each other. He wanted to teach her like he had taught William. He wanted to love her, knowing that it was he who had brought her to the state she was in.

But as for now, all she could do was lie there; Helpless, disoriented, terrified - insane...!

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