The tragic thing about Drusilla is that she’s easily the most powerful vampire- or even demon- we ever see on screen. Really.

She’s the only vampire who- with absolutely no magical training whatsoever- can cast illusions. She’s the only vampire who can hypnotize people. She’s the only vampire we see who can predict the future. She’s the only vampire who can slay The Slayer herself using only her manicure. 

And yet, Drusilla is also easily the weakest vampire- or even demon- we ever see on screen as well. Because most of the time she isn’t lucid enough to use any of the aforementioned powers. Imagine having the potential to warp someone’s entire perceived reality to your whims, to command complete obedience over a person, to see vivid visions of fate and destiny years, decades, or centuries in advance…And to be too delusional to know how to make use of the power lying dormant within you.

In one episode, Drusilla has a premonition warning her that she will be set on fire and all she can take in is how pretty the flames are. And even when she is sane enough to make sense of what she sees, her visions are rarely taken seriously because everyone perceives her as “crazy”. 

Drusilla is wasted potential personified.

White Noise (2/?)

Title: White Noise (2/?) [link]
Author: @noifsandsorbees
Rating: Explicit
Word count: ~6,400
Notes: Thank you to @tofutti-rice-dreamsicle​, for spending the last month reading this again and again and working through six different versions with two completely different endings. There’s at least one more part in the works, not sure if there will be more after that. 

Part one here. 

She’s late tonight, calling him almost at midnight and letting a heavy silence lie between them, broken only by the slamming of a door and the rush of the tap. Her steps are heavy, her sighs often. He can see her rubbing her temples, her eyes, tossing her clothes to the ground with an undignified thud.

It’s nights like these when he understands how deep their connection runs: her burdens and loss flowing through his veins, burning as her silence screams I can’t take it anymore. It’s the same way she stores his secrets and dreams deep in her heart, nudged up against her love of science and compelling her into action.

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