dragonyphoenix | Fic: prompt -> doorway

Fandom: BtVS
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, but they will be, once I’ve taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Note: I wrote this a while back and just found it while going through some paperwork. It was written for the prompt of doorway, probably over at Open On Sunday

Like wolves in a fairy-tale, they huffed and puffed against the house, prowling in the darkness, planning their attack. Drusilla could feel them. But she also felt God's divine presence: His strength pouring through the walls until they were as sturdy as the stones of a castle; His grace warding the door to keep the demons at bay. She was so caught up in her prayers, thanking God for his continued protection against such a great evil, that the knock on the door and the soft words went unnoticed until her sister's polite invitation hit Drusilla like a battering ram.