hismasterpiece | 3. Bite

[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.]

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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.

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[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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Cat got your tongue? [She smiles, and it is a sly-ish smile.] I'll tear it right away from him if he has!

What are you? [Cas is picking up some creeper vibes. The kind that make him want to burn demons out of their skulls, only that power's been spotty too. Stupid Luceti.]

One of the night's brood? [She is sensing some rather powerful vibes from this stranger even if her powers, too, are inhibited by Luceti's barrier.] Vampires. My family. You? Something delicious no doubt.

You would be ill-advised to attack me. [Cas might not be able to burn her out of her skull -he's feeling weak tonight- but he doesn't know how good angel blood tastes to the unholy.

He should probably try to kill her, but...well, that's not his job. He has more important matters to attend to.]

I don't want to attack you. [She eagerly sniffs the air around him; he is the chocolate chip cookie of victims, that's for sure.] Because I do not want to return to the dust. But family. I want family, lovely morsel.

[HEY he's not a cookie he's totally something more tough


a badass pudding cup or something]

You've yet to turn others here? [Is she newly arrived or just very unsuccessful?]

[Very unsuccessful, mostly. Not so new anymore.]

Not here. Out there, though, beyond the barrier -- I have a lovely Third Party family. And they continue to grow, from what I know.

You're just a virus. You don't crave family, you crave mutual infection.

[Ugh Cas really wants to get his smite on, but the mojo is being funny. He could attempt to rip her head off but depending on how old and strong she is, that might not go over so well.]

No, duckie -- vampire. Not virus. I am part of a noble and storied race, you see. Part of a racing story of nobles. Have you ever seen a noble run?

Quick. Quick quick quick quick but not enough. Never quick enough.

[Oh so she's also insane.

Cas's lip curls of its own accord -that's a first- and he vanishes with the soft sound of wingbeats. He doesn't have time to hunt down every nasty in this enclosure, and if he starts now he'll never finish his work.

But he'll be back for her. Maybe.]

[She would relish it, Cas. But even better, she would like to see him fight Angelus. Dru is the type to stand in the circle of spectators and egg on a fight.

With a happy sigh, she spins on her heel and heads toward House Seven. Time for dinner.]

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