Title: Star Song
Author: Trina
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Drusilla belongs to Joss Whedon, Sybil Trelwaney belongs to J.K. Rowling, I own rights to neither.
Crossover: Buffy/Harry Potter
A/N: sort of a background pondering thing for Sybil's constant visions of death.
Challenge: Love at first whisper
Drusilla watched the young honey haired witch slip out of the castle. “Hello pretty pet.” The raven haired vampire cooed as she slipped out of the lovely shadows at the edge of the forest. “What are you doing out so late?”
Sybil spun, wand out and at the ready, “I saw a tea party and heard such lovely music. I didn’t understand any of it… But it felt so important.”
“Oh… you heard the stars whispering to you and singing such lovely melodies.” The pale woman smiled dreamily, waltzing slightly and humming some odd little song. “Did it sound anything like that?” The strange woman queried.
“Oh yes.” Sybil paused, “but why are you here? Not that I don’t mind a bit of company, but we could get in such trouble.”
“I’ve a gift for you pretty pet. Something special which only you would understand.” The woman stated in sing-song.
“Oh?” Sybil stated with a slight hitch to her voice, noticing the shadowy black dog near the forest.
“Oh yes, a lovely book made especially for those who can hear the stars whispering.” Drusilla laughed and handed over the gift. “I must be going now; we are going to Prague.”
Author: Trina
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Drusilla belongs to Joss Whedon, Sybil Trelwaney belongs to J.K. Rowling, I own rights to neither.
Crossover: Buffy/Harry Potter
A/N: sort of a background pondering thing for Sybil's constant visions of death.
Challenge: Love at first whisper
Drusilla watched the young honey haired witch slip out of the castle. “Hello pretty pet.” The raven haired vampire cooed as she slipped out of the lovely shadows at the edge of the forest. “What are you doing out so late?”
Sybil spun, wand out and at the ready, “I saw a tea party and heard such lovely music. I didn’t understand any of it… But it felt so important.”
“Oh… you heard the stars whispering to you and singing such lovely melodies.” The pale woman smiled dreamily, waltzing slightly and humming some odd little song. “Did it sound anything like that?” The strange woman queried.
“Oh yes.” Sybil paused, “but why are you here? Not that I don’t mind a bit of company, but we could get in such trouble.”
“I’ve a gift for you pretty pet. Something special which only you would understand.” The woman stated in sing-song.
“Oh?” Sybil stated with a slight hitch to her voice, noticing the shadowy black dog near the forest.
“Oh yes, a lovely book made especially for those who can hear the stars whispering.” Drusilla laughed and handed over the gift. “I must be going now; we are going to Prague.”