By D. M. Evans
Disclaimer - Not mine. All characters belong to Mr. Whedon et al
Rating - PG-13
Time Line - 1800's
Pairings - Angleus/Darla, William/Dru
Feedback - yes please, Note#1 - This was written for the Vice Versa Challenge where the challenge was to do some role reversals within canon. So this is very much an AU The prompt I used will be at the end. Certain lines come from Fool for Love and Darla and Sylvia Plath.
Author's Note #2 - The Phillippa in this story is Phillipa Garrett Fawcett daughter of Millicent Garret Fawcett and niece to Elizabeth Garret Anderson, the first woman doctor in England. All three women were suffragists.
Summary - What if Angelus had found William as a seer in the early 1800's, made him insane before he was turned and then years later, William finds himself a strong suffragette named Drusilla...
"If we have to keep him, the least he could do is have visions on command," Angelus grumbled as he stared at the younger vampire who was currently combing a puppy.
"It would be nice." Leaning over the back of the settee, Darla looped her arms around him. The attar of roses she wore smelled warm and sweet. He canted his face up and she dropped a kiss on his lips. Her fingers toyed with his neck. "But my little William has no control over his gift. Be thankful for what you can get, Angelus."
Angelus glowered, straightening his cravat. "I don't like it. He's more trouble than he's worth." He gestured at William with one big hand. "What is he doing with that damned puppy?"
Darla glanced over to where William sat on the floor in front of the marble fireplace, combing the golden furred puppy, cooing to it softly. "I'm not even sure where he got the dog. William, why did you bring that home? It'll soil the rugs and you always forget to feed them and your pets die."
William pulled the puppy close, nuzzling his cheek against the thick fur. "He's the color of sunshine. You can smell the luminosity."
"He belongs in Bedlam," Angelus groaned as he got to his feet. He fussed with his coat as he headed for the door.
"And who do we have to blame for that?" Darla asked, toying with the pearl strand around her slender neck. "I found us a seer and you fractured his mind."
"You could have stopped me." Angelus shrugged his broad shoulders.
Darla pursed her painted lips in annoyance. "Watching you work was fascinating and thrilling. However, we were very short sighted. Now we have a seer who spouts nonsense and plays with puppies."
"Isn't he precious?" William got up, holding the puppy out for inspection. When no one said anything, William proffered the puppy to Darla who gave it a perfunctory pat. William held the puppy out to Angelus who waved him off. "He loves you. Pet him!"
"Leave off. Darla and I will be late if we don't head for the theater now," Angelus said.
"No one is going until you tell him you love him," William insisted putting the puppy in Angelus' arms.
Angelus snapped the puppy's neck and tossed the limp body back into William's arms. William's blue eyes misted over. He wailed loudly, cradling the dead puppy. William's cries grew louder with every passing moment as he buried his face against the soft underbelly of the hapless puppy.
"Shut up." Angelus cuffed him hard on the back of the head which only made matters worse.
"Now look at what you've done, Angelus," Darla snapped, putting her arms around William. "Shh, William. It'll be all right."
"He killed the sun," William sputtered.
"It'll be fine. We'll get you more sunlight." Darla stroked William's soft curls.
"Darla, we don't have time for this. We'll be late," Angelus grumbled.
"You should have thought of that before you killed needlessly." Darla's dark eyes narrowed, like the kiss of a knife against his skin.
"We're vampires. We're supposed to kill," he reminded her.
"You always were an idiot." Darla's lips pulled into a tight line.
Angelus glowered, wanting to put her in her place but if he marred her face, there would be hell to pay. He knew just how formidable Darla could be. "Let's just go."
"You're going alone," Darla said, rocking the distraught William.
"Darla! This is ridiculous. Just put a cork in him and be done with it." Angelus crossed his arms over his chest, his starched shirt crinkling.
Darla got up, her skirts snapping briskly as she stalked over to Angelus. She stabbed a finger into his chest. "Never forget, Angelus, you are not superior to William. You are both mine."
Angelus' nostrils flared. How dare she remind him that he owed her his existence? How dare she treat him like a child, and worse, to remind him that he had to share his lover with the barmy idiot crying his eyes out over a flea ridden mutt? "Fine, I'll go alone." His heels clicking, Angelus stormed outside and down the wood sidewalk. She would pay for humiliating him. And that bloody simple-brained seer of hers, how he'd love to shove him into the sunlight he was always bleating on about. As he climbed into the hansom cab he had hailed, Angelus knew he was all talk. Darla had him under her thumb and mostly he rather liked it until she got in a mood like tonight.
If she wanted to miss out on the theater, on how good he looked and on all the decadent things he had planned to do to her then fine, let her. He wasn't in any mood to touch her now. When he got to the theater he was in such a foul mood, that he didn't even have the energy to go to a private box and eat anyone. He just sat and watched the play. He would have enjoyed it, if not for the mood he was in. On the way home, he stopped when he spotted a maid walking the lady of the house's little useless dog. Didn't the Queen like dogs like that? The maid was at least tasty and maybe the furry beast would make William shut up when he got it home.
"I just wish my sisters could at least try to understand what I'm trying to do, even if they don't support it."
"Well, I think you're the bravest person I know, Drusilla," Phillippa said.
Drusilla blushed as she pulled on her skirt lifters, taking her hem up so it wouldn't drag in the horse apples as she crossed the street. "I'm nothing in comparison to your mother and Aunt Elizabeth."
"You went to jail." Phillippa grinned. "It was amazing."
"Your mother did tell me how proud she was that I threw a stone through that window during the suffrage march. However, your aunt was less appreciative. I do hope Dr. Anderson doesn't withdraw her recommendation for me to the London School of Medicine for Women." Drusilla's face drained of color as she stepped back onto the sidewalk. She brushed a wrinkle out of the deep green fabric of her skirt.
Phillippa grabbed her hand, shaking it. "Don't worry. My esteemed aunt thinks you will be a very good doctor." Phillippa's nose wrinkled. "Though I can't imagine why you or my aunt or cousin Louisa would want to be a doctor." She shuddered.
"It's fascinating, unlike math. I don't know how it doesn't bore you to death." Drusilla smiled at her friend.
"Math makes perfect logical sense and it's not squishy or smelly like things doctors have to deal with," Phillippa replied practically.
"You have a point," Drusilla conceded, sweeping a walnut curl away from her face. She scowled suddenly. "While I was in prison, I thought about my father and how he probably would have disowned me. I'm not sure that he would have even thought to take us seriously."
"Your father was like most men. He thought women were too foolish and weak to so much as read a newspaper without fainting, let alone excel in math or science."
"I know. He adored me when I was little. He never understood me, especially as I got older. Never did, up to the day he died." Drusilla wagged her head. "You have no idea how lucky you are, Phillippa, that your father believes in our cause and helps you."
"I know how lucky I am," Phillippa said. "So back to your sisters. What is the problem you're having with them now?"
"For some reason, Honora is insisting I attend her latest society party. Usually she wants me as far from her friends as possible but tomorrow night she is insistent that both me and Mary Margaret are both there."
"Sounds like something important is going to happen," Phillippa said, going into the meeting place for the London National Societies for Women's Suffrage.
"It had better be if I have to endure her insipid friends," Drusilla moaned.
"Maybe she's found the perfect man for you and can't wait to announce it." Phillippa grinned cattishly.
Drusilla groaned. "There is no such thing as a perfect man. She probably hopes her friends will humiliate me into not disgracing the family name by getting my medical degree."
"That will never happen," Phillippa said.
"Indeed it will not. I'm not one to have her head turned by a man, no matter how handsome," Drusilla said. She was not looking forward to whatever her sisters had planned.