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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[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.

[tellmejohn]

[He sensed her before she arrived - super hearing, super sight. But honestly, not soon enough that he doesn't feel some mildly discomfort when he finally sees her. She's a good stalker, and he smiles at her when he does]

Good evening, Drusilla! Is the darkness treating you well?

[hismasterpiece]

I roll it round my mouth like a lolly, I do. The darkness. I have just come from a feast, you know.

[So many Third Party warriors found their end in the vampire's jaws.]

How have you been keeping in this pickle jar?

[tellmejohn]

About as well as can be expected for a captive quite outside of his element. [Inhale. Frustrated] It's good to see you're in high spirit though.

[hismasterpiece]

I'd be of a higher spirit if I could have my Spike. I WANT him. [her voice is distinctly childish and whiny when speaking of Spike.] I can still smell him here, on the air. He was here not THAT long ago...

[tellmejohn]

A comrade of yours, Spike?

[ :|a]

[hismasterpiece]

He's my poodle-puppy-pie. My sweet Spike.

[:(]

[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.]

[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.

[hismasterpiece]

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

[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.