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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[bloodybishie]

There's no one around. Is a whisper really necessary?

[There's something about her. She's... not right. There's not enough evidence for him to be sure, especially with his brain in its current state, but it has him gripping at the hilt of his sword.

Or rather, where his sword would be. If he had brought it with him. But he hadn't fought in the battledome today, merely observed others. Dammit.]

voice;

[alloys]

Yeah, I've never been one for dancing in the light of the moon. [Not having clothes on is a different story.] Is that what you do in your free time? When you're not, you know, preying on humans and sucking them dry.

[written back]

[theoniongirl]

I'll wait, then.

[and hope Willow's right about her not being able to break the window]

[Video]

[mountain_sage]

[Okay, he does understand that part.]

So he has been sent back to his own world. I'm...sorry to hear that. However, is it not better for him to not be subjected to the Malnosso's experiments?

[stillplaying]

[She knows of tales and of stories. But the concept of fairy tale is a little foreign. A little strange. Even more than that, she fails to see how an invitation into her home would create any kind of story.]

I don't think it would.

[tellmejohn]

A lover! To be torn apart; quite the cruel fate.

[hismasterpiece]

And what is a lonesome woman to do without him? What is a poor blossom to do?

[This may or may not be a rhetorical question.]

[hismasterpiece]

One day, then, we shall meet under a brighter moon. I look forward to it, dolly.

[Video]

[hismasterpiece]

Tut! It is my own experimentation that he subjects himself to! We had so many lovely plans, Spike and I....

voice;

[hismasterpiece]

Dancing? I do enjoy twirling, as long as my frock allows for it. Twirly frocks, with a bit of lace and clean once you lick off the leavings.

[hismasterpiece]

A whisper makes it ours. [She leans close, toward his throat -- she will only shift into her vampire state at the last possible second, now.]

[Video]

[mountain_sage]

...You do experiments as well?

[He's curious, but he tries to shake it off. He should know better.]

Yes...we all had plans before we were drawn into this world...

[bloodybishie]

[A woman he's just met leaning this close? This would be awkward in any situation, but Prince resists the urge to flinch. He is MALE. No matter how he would react as Feng Lan, he is Prince right now.

Actually, he's been Prince for a long time. Longer than he ever has before. That's... a little depressing, and the realization is more than a little distracting. Enough that he forgets to avoid the predatory woman.]

voice;

[alloys]

No, thanks. But I'm flattered. I think. If I ever have the chance to run into you, it'll be messy for very different reasons.

[tellmejohn]

[Blossom. Oh man. He's not big on love but-] If you are content to wait the answer would be to endure- however. Perhaps it might be more prudent to find a new. Love.

[stillplaying]

[She shakes her head. She's not going to stand here much longer, not going to put up with this strange woman. She's dangerous. Like a mutt.

It's time to go.

But she doesn't turn around. Won't expose her back. Instead, she backs away slowly. Hand on her bow and eyes steady on the woman. Safe.]

[hismasterpiece]

[With a crunch of teeth through muscle, flesh, and vein, Drusilla bites. She doesn't, however, bite to kill: she wants to turn this one, and drinks only enough of his blood to curb the edge of her bloodlust.]

[hismasterpiece]

A new love? For me? Would he have special eyes?

[bloodybishie]

[Ouch.

Wait. Shit. No. What.

He tries to push her away, but she's stronger than he is, and doing so might tear out his throat. But... he feels weird. Cold. Dizzier. Numb. It's hard to breathe and he can barely stand up; before he knows it he's all but leaning on his attacker.]

[tellmejohn]

I could not answer that for you. But should you fancy it... probably.

[hismasterpiece]

A new love must agree to be like me. A new love must bite as I do.

[tellmejohn]

And it must be welcome in the darkness, no doubt.