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Fic: Red Death's Mask
Title: Red Death's Mask
Fandom: BtVS
Rating: Mature
Character: Dru
Concrit: Please, in Comments
Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, not yet, but they will be… once I’ve taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha!
Prompt: mask as something that conceals and/or reveals
Word Count: 100
Death had worn red to the Masque, and so, beneath her golden mask, Drusilla wore a gown as red as flowing blood. Dancing past fantasies and chimeras and untold desires, Drusilla drank in the carnage to come: the coppery tang that would fill the air when fingernails slit through necks; fangs piercing skin; the sharp snap of leg-bones and then the poor puppies, fantasies no longer, overcoming their agony to drag themselves away as she, stepping slowly between, would pick them off one-by-one.
Beneath her mask was a human face but beneath that was Death, and Death enjoyed the anticipation.
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A lovely image, indeed. Though the part that most thrills Dru would be less thrilling for the rest of us.
Nice job.
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Wow! What a brilliant line! Great drabble.
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