3. Bite

[hismasterpiece]

[Drusilla has been away on a combat mission in the mountains. She loves those types of missions; this was her second, and it was a long one. She fed; oh, she fed. Gorged herself on the blood of the fallen enemies that littered the steep, rocky terrain around her.

Turned a few Third Party warriors who seemed attractive enough to turn. She had plans to create her own demon army on the Outside. These fell through when the Organization shipped her back to the enclosure.]

[Voice|Video]

Jilly? I know you from through the window. I've made a doll.

[The video clicks on, and a horrid picture appears: a likeness similar to Jilly, with dark pits instead of eyes and a mouth stitched shut mid-scream. Beside it is a scratched-in number Seven.]

I want you all in my belly.

[/Voice|Video]

[Tonight Drusilla is on a quest to kill whomever she can and to turn whomever she can into vampires. The last thread, chronologically, will go to Buffy (together, possibly, with Faith if Aly and Kyra feel like doing that).]

****SORRY this is forward-dated to AFTER the event ends!

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chronologically last | how does time work + http://youtu.be/2e2e3QU4ft0

[herotypical]

The night was clear. Clear and quiet and so many of them were, in Luceti. Patrols had long ago grown into solitary walks and chunks of time that afforded Buffy Summers the opportunity to think. And boy, did she ever have a lot of thinking to do. Not only tonight but on most nights -- there was always one problem or another revolving itself and looping in her mind. Tonight, she was considering the practical benefits of drawing another soul or two into her grander scheme. An armour-suited man might not be such a terrible addition. Nor a witch, although Willow's participation was probably a given. Or so she assumed. It would only take the proper approach. Soon, Buffy thought. Soon.

And while she patrolled, she missed any and all relevant journal threats. Instead of a book, her hands held her scythe. Red and dangerous in the starlight and just as thirsty as the vampire it hoped to one day deal with. A second problem popped into her thoughts: how soon should she introduce Faith to the weapon's existence? Should even try at all? It was only fair...

But since when had anything ever been fair between the pair of them?

"Weeks and weeks and weeks," the Slayer said to the trees around her and to the pebbles beneath her feet. "Weeks of schlepping around these paths and those woods and I haven't seen anything new. Maybe she's got her very own golden ticket and went back to...harassing whoever the hell she was harassing before we got stuck with her."

Talking to herself. The evening was getting desperate, wasn't it? With a disappointed sigh, Buffy turned on her heel and began marching back in the direction of the village. Her bones were weary and while she sorely missed Cullen House, she wasn't sure she was prepared to face those consequences. Not yet.

And so, Seven it was.

[want_take_have]

"You know, B...they say talkin' to yourself is the first sign of crazy."

She'd been careful, these past few weeks, making sure to avoid the fairer Slayer as much as possible. But Luceti wasn't all that large, and they crossed paths often enough during patrols. Faith just usually didn't bother to speak up when it happened. Not unless the Buffy noticed her first.

Or unless Buffy was making her internal monologue and external one, apparently.

[herotypical]

"...And don't we know a thing or two about being crazy, huh?"

It was difficult to say whether her comment was directed on Faith's brand of instability, her own brushes with insanity, or some awkward mixture of the two. Probably the third, although this Slayer would deny it.

"Are you getting that eerie-pit-of-your-stomach-wrongness feeling, too? 'Cause I was just about to staunchly ignore it and head home."

Showdown. : |

[bloodwaif]

If Buffy was wondering where Drusilla was, her spidey-senses should start tingling more forcefully the closer she gets to Seven. Drusilla was in the backyard where she'd been calling to Jilly through a window. Still there. Still waiting.

Smiling.

welcome to thunderdome.

[herotypical]

Buffy ducked under a low-hanging branch. Spring was fragrant; it would almost almost be a shame to leave the night and head back inside. But...perhaps she could leave her window open, after she climbed in. Perhaps another window-climber would join her. Eventually.

But Seven was just coming into sight when her birthright kicked into top gear. Her steps picked up; Buffy began to jog her way around the house. Backyard. Something discouraged her from the front door. She turned the odd-shaped corner only to spy the vampire standing on the spot.

Waiting?

Her grip tightened on the scythe's haft. Wordless, she stepped into the pale lighting provided by the moon and its stars.

"How rude. Showing up here, unasked for." But in the pit of her chest, Buffy felt gratitude. Yes. She wanted this.

[theoniongirl]

[She can guess who this is...but she doesn't filter. She doesn't even try. Anything that's said, she'd like to make sure Buffy can read it...and she hopes she can make it be known that she's alive and safe and sound before Horatio or Archie or Amelia or anyone else decided to take matters into their own hands]

...You shouldn't have. [really]

[voice]

[hismasterpiece]

Come out of the house tonight, little dolly. Bring your sailor-boy. He escaped me once, you know. Not again. Not ever again.

1/2

[theoniongirl]

[well...that confirmed it. If she wanted her out of the house, this had to be Drusilla.]

Sorry. It's been a long week. I think I'll stay in, if it's all the same.

[She manages to keep her voice steadier than she feels. Sailor-boy. Archie. She knew she should be safe inside the walls of House Seven...but what about him? Was he working tonight?] We both will.

[a bluff, but better that than admit that he might be elsewhere...and unaware of the threat.]

2/2

[theoniongirl]

[Except-

...even if they weren't in danger, that didn't mean others weren't.

She had no intention of putting herself in harm's way, but she could at least try to give the Slayer a head's up]

...If...If we changed our minds, though, where would you be?

[please be listening, Buffy.]

[Video]

[mountain_sage]

[There's a silent moment as Saleh stares at the doll in the video.]

That's...

[Ghastly, horrid, or barbaric are just a few words that come to mind, and yet he utters something else entirely.]

...Interesting...

[Video]

[bloodwaif]

Hello tasty raspberry tart! [Dru is exceedingly pleased to see her former snack.] Would you like to bubble in my crust tonight?

[Video]

[mountain_sage]

Um...

[Yeah, he's not that anxious to let her get close to him again.]

I'll...have to pass on that...

written; filtered 100%

[jewitch]

Buffy's going to kill you.

[Juuuust in case there were any doubts about this point, Dru.]

written; filtered 100%

[bloodwaif]

You are her red-headed magical treasure. I want you for my collection.

I could wear you round my neck.

written; filtered 100%

[jewitch]

[...Ew. Well. Okay. Maybe we try to keep her occupied.]

Well, I'm not on the market.

[Action]

[bondsprofoundly]

[Castiel probably looks like exactly the kind of hapless midnight wanderer that makes a delicious snack, walking on the outskirts of town and peering about in a seemingly aimless way.

He's alert, though. Weakened thanks to Luceti and his Fall, but alert.]

[Action]

[bloodwaif]

[Barefoot, Drew is making her own rounds of the outskirts. She has found a snake to play with. The poor thing doesn't like the cold feeling of her skin, and is trying to slither away from her, but she simply draws it back and drapes it round her shoulders again. When she speaks, her voice is pert and not right-off indicative of how nutters she is.]

Hello, good sir; are you enjoying the night?

[stillplaying]

[She had spent most of the day at the lake, safe in the treehouse. Returned home sometime in the afternoon, just to scribble the note that she had forgotten to leave that morning. So Peeta wouldn't worry too much. She feels bad enough. Having woken up beside him only to run. Run away from the house and away from the memories of the Malnosso's latest game.

But the time spent out there hadn't been enough. She wasn't ready to face him yet. Seconds after writing the note, she ran out again - bow and arrows the only company wanted. Knowing Clove was still out to the west, she followed the river south.

It's dark by the time she returns to the village, following the river back to her house. Her footsteps are light and quiet as she enters the town proper. In the dim light, she notices the woman wandering. But she makes no attempt to approach.]

[hismasterpiece]

[That is okay; Drusilla is more than willing to glide on bare white feet toward what smells like a vital being. Dru likes the vital ones -- young women, especially: the ones with a strange intensity about them. She wants to lap up that power and wear it like a star on her throat.]

Good evening, miss. Are you lost?

voice;

[alloys]

So you're our vampire. [He remembers Willow's announcement. And it's pretty easy conclude from the other conversations here.]

Hi, Drusilla. I'm Tony.

[He's not sure if Buffy would approve of this. Vampires are her domain, after all. But he's not a big fan of threats.]

voice;

[hismasterpiece]

Tony? Would that be short for Anthony, my good sir?

[She rather likes being their vampire; perhaps they will be her meal.]

Not Late! (Yes I am...)

[bloodybishie]

[There are only a few hundred feet between CH6 and the Battledome. Even if they are through the forest, even if it is after dark, Prince can normally handle himself. He's a strong fighter, and more than capable of defending himself from all but the most dangerous residents. Usually.

Not today, though. Just a few days ago, he went toe-to-toe with the son daughter child of Satan, and he has a cracked rib and a slight concussion. As smoothly as his recovery is going, he's in no shape to be walking alone. In the woods. After nightfall. A few hundred feet can be a lot farther than it seems.]

/even later no worries

[hismasterpiece]

[Then he should be frightened, because he is being stalked by a vicious maiden indeed. Drusilla slips through the trees, observing him for a while first. When she notices his weakened state, she moves in for some conversation.]

Hello, pretty gent. Are you not enjoying the night?

[tellmejohn]

[Scorpius probably does not look that edible. But he is out on this fine night, and I'm willing some sort of thread as he goes int a certain shortcut around the edge of town late at night]

[hismasterpiece]

[He might hear a giggle. Then he might see a flash of white-clad maiden slipping through the trees, heading north. Then Drusilla waves coyly at him from through the trees.]

Hallo, other wrinkly daddy.