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Shadows danced in the pale yellow glow of the candles. Drusilla moved her eyes away from the images, looking across the wooden floor to the body of her childe. He was sleeping, his arms fastened to a hook in the high ceiling above with a small link of chain. She watched as the blood continued to flow slowly but steadily down his pale back, gathering in a small puddle at the base of his spine before dripping to the floor below. She knew she should look away from his broken body, but found that she could not. She loved looking at him, whether he be clothed or nude. His body was different from that of her sire's, not as big and broad, but strong just the same. She found herself remembering that evening not a fortnight before when he had woken in the alley, his blue eyes confused before looking into hers. At that moment, it was if he had read her mind. As if he knew exactly what he was and who she was and what was expected of him. He had not said a word, simply rising up and claiming her lips in a possessive yet tender kiss. Her lips still burned from his touch, that night in the dirty alley amongst the water and grime the most gentle of her experience.

She moved her eyes down his form, counting the cuts in the back of her mind as she found herself drawn back to the past. After she and William had claimed each other that evening, she had taken him for his first kill. It had been a drunken man on his way home from the pubs. William had made her so proud, playing with the human and not allowing his hunger to intervene and make him careless. When he had finally pierced the man's neck, she had been smiling at the wonderful screams in the darkness. She had shared the man's blood with her childe before taking his hand and leading him home. She had known her Daddy would be so proud of the boy, eager to hear the praise from her sire. She had never imagined what would really happen upon returning home.

Her sire had been alone, the blonde having left again. She had shown him her surprise, knowing that he would just love her childe. Before she had realized it, she had been thrown to the floor, his angry voice low in her ear as he had expressed his dissatisfaction with her. She had grown quiet, knowing that he enjoyed hearing her scream too much to give him the pleasure. When he was assured that she understood she had done wrong, taking a childe without permission, he had allowed her to sit up, her face and body bloody from his attack. It was then she noticed her childe watching, anger in his brilliant blue eyes. She was struck by the power radiating from him, surprised that he was looking at her Daddy with such raw hate. She did not understood why he was upset, only knowing that he was straining at his control by staying silent. She had made him promise to be silent while she told her Daddy about him and he was following her command.

Her Daddy had then looked over her childe, desire flashing slightly in his dark eyes before he had begun his examination. She had listened from the floor as her childe had given answers to the questions, his tone giving no doubts to his opinion of her sire. Daddy had not liked that insolence, quickly explaining the rules to her beautiful childe. She had watched in surprise but resignation as the boy was beaten expertly, his blood flowing as he refused to scream. He had watched her, she realized, taking her example as his. That had further angered her sire, not hearing the sweet screams he found such pleasure in hearing. She had seen her childe roughly taken on the floor, her sire thrusting into his tightness savagely, just as he had done to her so many years before. When her sire's teeth had pierced her childe's neck, William had cried out. His eyes had caught hers, anger and confusion and so many other emotions in their blue depths. She had smiled softly, her own eyes mirroring his. When her sire had finished with him, after many hours of beatings and claiming, he had gone to her and taken her there on the dirty floor. In front of her childe.

That evening had been repeated every day since. William would attempt to protect her and her sire would take out his anger on the man. Then, Daddy would take her in front of the blue-eyed brunette. She could clearly see the struggle that the men were having. Her sire felt threatened for some reason, angry that she had taken a childe without permission. Angry that the childe was strong and handsome and powerful and intelligent. Yet, before the confrontations that always took place, her sire would take her childe out hunting, teaching the man the ways of survival. Her William was a fast learner, easily understanding his new status as a vampire. The stars had been silent the past few days, ignoring her as her sire did. For, that was her punishment. To see him take charge of her childe and begin to mold the boy into a younger version of himself. And being completely unable to stop him.

She sighed softly, knowing it was inevitable. Her William would be taught by her sire, just as she had imagined. Soon, he would be a heartless killer, eager for the death and despair he could bring to others. His eyes would grow distant and cold and he would begin to play the games that her sire so loved. The games that always left her hurting, physically and mentally. She could hope that he would be different, but she could not depend on that. The stars had told her that he would be her salvation, that he would take care of her and keep her safe. Had the stars lied to her? She could not believe that idea. They had never lied before and she had been listening to them for her entire life. No, she would not think such things. William would not become her sire.

She felt a cool hand on the nape of her neck, calloused fingers pushing deeply into her flesh. She closed her eyes slightly, yielding to his touch as she always did. He was her sire after all. Her Daddy. He cared about her, in his way. He would teach her childe the ways of their race, and maybe one day both men would forget the struggle between them and become family as she had hoped. She saw her childe begin to move, his head turning slightly as he began to wake. A rough hand ran along her arm, down her side until it moved against her stomach. She was pulled back against his hard body, sighing as she felt its familiar presence as the tension began to rise in her body. She could not hate her sire, no matter how he acted. It was just his way, to prove he cared by beating and punishments. After the punishments, he could sometimes be almost gentle. Never did he touch her the way that William did though. Such worshiping caresses, lips eager to please, hands that could be tender yet could bring her the sweet pain she enjoyed.

Drusilla felt her Daddy's length slide into her, causing that moment of pain that it always did. He was large, stretching her tightness as he began to move inside her. Her hands struggled against her chains, her arms growing weary as she moved to accommodate his thrusting body. She heard the metal above her head clang as her body was pushed forward with each movement from her sire. Her head was pulled back, hand entwined in its dark mass as his lips covered her neck and shoulders, leaving a tiny trail of bites along her pale skin. She felt eyes on her and caught blue eyes that were watching with patience tempered with rage. She softened her eyes in apology, hoping that he understood. She saw his beautiful lips twitch slightly in a small smile meant only for her and she knew that he did. It did not alter his hatred for her sire, but it made her feel hope that one day he would find a way to push the hatred aside and find a tolerance for Daddy. If not, it was sure to be a long afterlife she decided. She whimpered softly as her Daddy moved inside her, his mouth biting into her skin more deeply. She saw a flash of yellow in blue eyes as she kept her eyes on William's, an unspoken connection between them as Angelus began this evening of punishment. And the stars sighed.