And he looked so proud! They always did. "Don't exert yourself too much, John. You're still weak." she said, sighing, and turning back to her human face. She turned her mouth to something he liked much better than lectures. It was her own fault she ended up with such a talky-meat minion. The other vampires were beginning to talk about the pizza guys, landscapers, and other know-nothings she brought around. She would not have it be said that she pined for Angelus. So she did the unthinkable...she asked Dru to use that cursed sight of hers to find her someone different.
"Grandmother," Dru said. "I see a man...so many very dirty thoughts in his head...miss Edith wants to wash his mouth out with soap, he's been so very naughty. His brain is such a mess, all of his thoughts playing hopscotch. Not strong like Daddy, not at all."

"Grandmother," Dru said. "I see a man...so many very dirty thoughts in his head...miss Edith wants to wash his mouth out with soap, he's been so very naughty. His brain is such a mess, all of his thoughts playing hopscotch. Not strong like Daddy, not at all."

Now, here's a concept that has me blissed out. Darla getting whispered about because she's trying to fill the Angelus-void with boytoys?

Oh, mercy.

Yep, I picture sort of studly and stupid...maybe way too young?(People talk about women that do that, why wouldn't vampires? And I couldn't resist Dru getting a peek at Mind O' Munchkin.)Is her voice ok?

Oh, I think the Dru voice is sensational.

But Darla, vamping the cabana boy! The pizza delivery guy! The guy from the Escort Service!

This is soooooo happy-making.

Yeah. She just wanted them to shut up, be respectful and look pretty. I can picture vampires in the hearse on the way home going "How old do you think that one was? Twelve? She used to have much higher standards."
"They're just Rebound Guys...she never really got over that thing with Angelus."
"What was that guy's name? Brian? And he wanted us to call him Prince of Darkness? Please...I think somebody's seen a few too many movies."

"What was that guy's name? Brian? And he wanted us to call him Prince of Darkness? Please...I think somebody's seen a few too many movies."

"Didja see that hair? I mean, Hammer House stopped making those movies with Christopher Lee, like thirty years ago."

BWAH!

Now, that would be one hilarious piece of fic. Almost pure dialogue: a sort of vampire frat boy - cocktail party - gossipfest, where they're all getting drunker and drunker on tequila-spiked blood (yo, dude, pass me one of those B-neg shooters, man!), dissing Darla or Dru or someone, just running them down, getting drunker and drunker and more juvenile and pissy.

Erika, I'm enjoying Munch/Darla. I like your Drusilla voice.

In mememe news, this is my Lilahficathon entry.

If anyone feels like doing a beta, I'd appreciate it -- this story is kind of a procrastination special b/c I turned out not to have much computer access over the T'giving break, and I'd like to get some more feedback on it and do some edits before I archive the thing. The priority was getting it up before the deadline...

Whoa, hot, LJ.

Hating to follow that, but here's more of mine.
Dru wasn't kidding. After Darla heard John's description, stripped of the crazy poetry and singing stars, she wondered if she oughtn't go back to her first thought, purchasing a computer to tempt young, vulnerable tech support agents. A nice young geek that would clean up nicely and be compliant. And if he had big brown eyes like Angelus, Philip, Brian, and Rajiv, so much the better. Just because looks weren't going to be the main criterion, didn't mean they didn't matter at all.
Darla liked being part of a pretty couple. "Dru," she said. "Not that I'm questioning your gifts, though I am, Are you sure it's this man? He's awfully old for me." For though Darla was three hundred, she looked...mid-twenties. She had an image after all.
"Grandmother," Dru said. "Beware of the woman with the red hair. She has his heart."
"Darling," Darla said, "His heart is the last thing I want."