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Posy the Vampire Ballerina
Posy the Vampire Ballerina
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Buffy hung in the metallic contraption, cursing her luck. The vampire mistress who was responsible for her fate stood before her, dressed in tights, ballet shoes and a shabby white dress.
“I simply can’t let you kill me,” the vampire said calmly. “I’m a dancer, you see.”
“This is Posy Fossil,” said one of her minions, an older man in evening clothes and glasses, his voice hushed and awed.
“Oh, don’t encourage her,” said another vampire, casting a disgusted look at the man. “Look here, Posy, I’ve adapted the chassis and run a current through the… Posy, will you pay attention!”
Posy the Vampire Ballerina was dancing, her face a picture of concentration as she whipped through six fouettés and finished in an arabesque en pointe. After holding the position for a moment, she curtseyed deeply, and turned to the other vampire girl.
“Sorry, Petrova, what were you saying?” she asked vaguely. “I was just remembering something.” Petrova pulled a face.
“Oh, you’re hopeless!” The older man seemed to take exception, and inhaled sharply, starting a long speech on the wonders of Posy Fossil. Petrova broke in half way through, clearly bored.
“Oh, do shut up! Posy, what are we going to do with her?” Posy shrugged, clearly indifferent to Buffy’s fate.
“Can’t we kill her?”
“I s’pose, only I can’t help but feel that Nana wouldn’t be awf’ly pleased.” Posy looked rather surprised.
“But Nana’s dead.” Petrova’s mouth took on a grim line.
“Yes. I know.” She stared pointedly at Posy, who was too busy admiring the arch of her foot to notice. “But I don’t think we should kill her. It’s not… well, cricket, I s’pose.”
“Oh, well, whatever you like,” said Posy, petulantly. “But I want her dress. It’s just perfect for the second act of Giselle.”
(I briefly stolexanantha's ballet icon for the purpose...)
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katie__pillar ♥ ::Buffy hung in the metallic contraption, cursing her luck. The vampire mistress who was responsible for her fate stood before her, dressed in tights, ballet shoes and a shabby white dress.
“I simply can’t let you kill me,” the vampire said calmly. “I’m a dancer, you see.”
“This is Posy Fossil,” said one of her minions, an older man in evening clothes and glasses, his voice hushed and awed.
“Oh, don’t encourage her,” said another vampire, casting a disgusted look at the man. “Look here, Posy, I’ve adapted the chassis and run a current through the… Posy, will you pay attention!”
Posy the Vampire Ballerina was dancing, her face a picture of concentration as she whipped through six fouettés and finished in an arabesque en pointe. After holding the position for a moment, she curtseyed deeply, and turned to the other vampire girl.
“Sorry, Petrova, what were you saying?” she asked vaguely. “I was just remembering something.” Petrova pulled a face.
“Oh, you’re hopeless!” The older man seemed to take exception, and inhaled sharply, starting a long speech on the wonders of Posy Fossil. Petrova broke in half way through, clearly bored.
“Oh, do shut up! Posy, what are we going to do with her?” Posy shrugged, clearly indifferent to Buffy’s fate.
“Can’t we kill her?”
“I s’pose, only I can’t help but feel that Nana wouldn’t be awf’ly pleased.” Posy looked rather surprised.
“But Nana’s dead.” Petrova’s mouth took on a grim line.
“Yes. I know.” She stared pointedly at Posy, who was too busy admiring the arch of her foot to notice. “But I don’t think we should kill her. It’s not… well, cricket, I s’pose.”
“Oh, well, whatever you like,” said Posy, petulantly. “But I want her dress. It’s just perfect for the second act of Giselle.”
(I briefly stole
xanantha's ballet icon for the purpose...)