2. LAMBING.

[hismasterpiece]

Tonight, just after sundown, there is a ruckus on one of the farms northeast of the village. When the bleating dies down, several dead lambs might be found in one of the enclosures. The ewes paw and nose at the bodies, dumb terror still fresh in their eyes.

Forest animals just have not been cutting it for Drusilla. But the vampire has been too wary to approach the village and feed there -- not without her Family, those who strengthen her. She stalks the journals during the day when she's not sleeping. Two slayers? A vampire hunter? All sorts of overpowered freaks and heroes and demons? She might be mad, but Dru is not stupid enough to attempt any kills in the village. Yet.

As she tears through the last lamb, the vampire laments to herself how much more fun this would be with Spike. And then she convinces herself in a long, drawn-out argument with a curiously red evening star -- which she quickly names Ethelind -- to spy on the sleeping village. Find out where the sweetest victims lay their heads. Her tattered white new-feather sundress, covered only by a black lace shawl, is stained red with lambs' blood. The dress of her porcelain doll, which she is carrying with her, is also stained. Perhaps she can stop at the shop for a new frock, and one for dolly, too.

When she glides through the village, Drusilla will dare to peek into some windows. She cannot enter any homes without an invitation.

[Dru will not be lingering around anyone she has identified as a threat. She is a powerful vampire but far more bold when working with lackeys or her "family" -- Angel, Spike, Darla. IF YOU WANT YOUR CHARACTER TO DIE OR BE INJURED AT THIS TIME JUST TELL ME IN A SUBJECT LINE, otherwise she won't be killing or hurting anyone in this post.]

Comments

[most_unwanted]

[Of course Mulder would be up at this odd hour, going through his files, trying to piece together answers and figure out what could be in store for them in the near future. He tosses another sunflower seed shell on the pile growing on his table, then happens to look up...]

[HOLY SHIT THERE'S A WOMAN STANDING THERE.]

Can I help you?

[bloodwaif]

[HAI MULDER. Drusilla taps her nails against the window and grins at him.] Have you the time, my good gentleman? Have you the time to give a lady?

[most_unwanted]

[Yep, just an average night in Luceti. Consider him intrigued... with a reasonable level of caution.]

[...Ok, no, never mind- he'll crank that caution up several notches as he approaches the window and sees the blood staining her dress. Mulder knows something is off about this, and his intuition is already screaming at him. He'll have to play it cool for now and find out what he can.]

Why, are you late for an important date?

[hismasterpiece]

The night of a man's death is an important night, don't you think? [Tap tap tap tap.]

[most_unwanted]

[Yep, definitely something from the darker side of existence. Demoness, vampire, succubus? Something.]

Funny, that's never on my to-do list most nights.

Or are you saying that's something you've already done tonight?

[An explanation for the blood... perhaps.]

[hismasterpiece]

I have killed no men this night. [She is positively pouty.] Nor have I found any interested in becoming my Family.

[most_unwanted]

How exactly does one become a member of your 'family'?

[He resists the urge to make finger quotes around that family bit, just barely. Mulder is hoping that the longer he can keep her talking, the more he can prevent something from happening.]

[bloodwaif]

I must drink their blood, and they must drink mine. [She smiles at him. Perhaps this one could be drawn in. He was curious enough. Spike had been curious, too.]

[most_unwanted]

[Ah, good, so we're sticking with a vampire theory.]

You can't just eat a really rare steak and call it a night, can you... [If only.] You realize most people are going to object to the idea of exchanging blood, right?

[bloodwaif]

They are fools who reject the comforts of sister moon! They are fools who only want to live in the daylight!

[most_unwanted]

Hey, don't go knocking the daylight. It's good for vitamin D and... tans. You're going to meet a lot of opposition if you try turning anyone against their will.

[hismasterpiece]

Then make your will mine. Make your will run with mine, together in the same water.

[most_unwanted]

I'm going to have to pass on that. Nothing personal... but being an undead creature of the night would interfere with my social life.

[hismasterpiece]

But you and I, dearie? We would have EVER so much fun! [Because you are hot, Mulder, and have really sexy shoulders and you would make a hot vampire COME ON.]

[most_unwanted]

But I'd hate to have to change my entire wardrobe to fancy capes.

[Yes, yes he would. No! He's met some vampires who are in good control of themselves to be law-abiding citizens, but he really doesn't get the impression he can trust her to be.]

Do you have a name, Ms. Creature of the Night?

[hismasterpiece]

Night Queen. You may call me Night Queen, if you fancy! Or...Drusilla.

[most_unwanted]

If I call you just "Queen" will you be offended?

[Joke with dangerous things. Keep her talking, at any rate. This method somehow has to work, so he can stall her here at least long enough until dawn happens. Right? Maybe... Mulder is going to see what he can do, anyway.]

[bloodwaif]

It depends on the tone you use, my fair shining knight. [She is more than glad to keep talking -- few will stomach this much of her nonsense, really.] Will you call me queen as though you wish to worship me?

[most_unwanted]

[Totally dry and straight-faced:] Only if you wear a sparkly tiara.

[bloodwaif]

Now how did you know how much I enjoy sparkly things?!

[most_unwanted]

Well, they don't tend to make a non-sparkly brand of tiara, to my knowledge.

[Though he is fully thinking more "cheap princess tiara" than the crown jewels or anything.]