1. A Spring Decoration. Still Image | Written

[hismasterpiece]

[The journal clicks on at the far end of twilight, and the blurring image gradually resolves into a sharply-focused view of a dead fawn strewn with white and purple crocuses. White tea candles halo the little head, which is thrown back. Its tiny thin legs look as though they are leaping across the red-tinged snow.

Anyone who is paranoid about vampires in general -- or who is looking REALLY closely -- might see two tiny, clean puncture holes in the fawn's neck.

The following text soon appears beneath the image:]


I have made a spring picture. Everything melts and runs, and the ground is thirsty for secrets. And empty of them.

[So writes a vampire who is homesick for tombs and crypts and graveyards. This place is so barren of them. It won't do. Won't do at all. Still, she is pleased to have made this beautiful art out of a much-needed meal. Angelus would be pleased, too.]

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[hismasterpiece]

Would you like to be made powerful? Would you relish a power I can offer, a power that could be greater than your master's?

[Do you want to be turned, in other words.]

[relictusdeus]

[By now, he has no doubts as to what she is, with her having referred to Dracula as 'the oldest and greatest' of her kind. He considers the offer for all of a second before a cruel smile spreads across his lips, the fierceness in his unblinking eyes barely seeming human.]

Hah! A power that would enslave me, that would reduce me to some pitiful worm feeding desperately on others and bursting into flames when touched by sunlight?! ...I have all that I need to crush my enemies.

[Words he had once snarled at the meddling Belmont he now throws Drusilla's way.]

Do not equate a Devil Forgemaster's power with that of an ordinary sorcerer.

[hismasterpiece]

[What follows is not more writing, but the sound of a hiss and a growl. She is magnificent. She and her peers, powerful and feared throughout the world. There is nothing ordinary about their infamous family.

She WILL see it back together once more. She will have a family again.]

[relictusdeus]

[So long, Dru. He speaks to himself, frowning.]

... Damned creature.

[He then snaps the book shut, certain to muse on this interaction for a while.]