hismasterpiece: (you will ache like I ache)
Drusilla ([personal profile] hismasterpiece) wrote2012-06-04 08:34 pm

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.]


[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!
stillplaying: ([neutral] about to speak)

[personal profile] stillplaying 2012-06-07 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[She had stopped walking when the woman started in her direction. Watched quietly, thoughtfully. The bare feet are the first thing she notices when the woman gets close enough. It's odd, to see someone wander around without any shoes on. But she knows by now that odd is not enough of a reason to draw her bow.

Especially when the woman seems unarmed.

But wariness? Wariness is acceptable. It doesn't hurt, to be on your guard.

She shakes her head, no.]
I live here.
stillplaying: ([surprise] deer in headlights)

[personal profile] stillplaying 2012-06-13 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Like ravishment and ruin? The words stop her from any initial reply. From remembering how she did used to live in the woods. How she still misses it.

Ravishment and ruin. One word makes her blush a little. The other, though... Ruin.]


I used to. [Finally remembering to talk. Finally remembering to reply.] Live in the woods.
stillplaying: ([fear] startled)

[personal profile] stillplaying 2012-06-18 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[There's something... not right about this woman. Not like Greasy Sae's little granddaughter, who had been harmless to all those around her. Or like Annie, the crazy girl from District Four.

It's something worse. Something almost dangerous.

Her grip on her bow tightens as she shakes her head.]
I don't know you.
stillplaying: ([anger] trust no one)

[personal profile] stillplaying 2012-06-20 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
stillplaying: ([fear] nervous)

[personal profile] stillplaying 2012-06-28 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]