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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[Hey, at least she recognizes a good beard when she sees one.]

No, thanks, I'll have to pass. And as a general rule--I think everyone around here passes. I think most sane people would pass on being threatened, as well. But that's clearly your thing. Dare I take a moment to sound incredible cliche and say--

Not in my town.

[While her lovers have been mostly clean shaven, Dru has been known to entertain antlered demons before. Or will, in the future. Beards are small potatoes.]

It wasn't a threat; it was an invitation. Do they not have lovely invitations, all gilt and sparkling, where you're from?

[Antlered demons, huh. Maybe she'd get a kick out of Loki.]

Oh, absolutely. In fact--I'm usually one to give them out. However, see, there's a difference--I don't quite think people want the invitations you're handing out.

[She'd think Loki was hot.]

Why do you think that? Who would not want the power? The everlasting life? The goblet of warm life?

[He'll be sure to set them up if he ever shows up here. :|]

Um, me, for one. I think I could list a few others, too, if you need a petition.

Petitions are for those who are not willing to dance in the light of the moon.

Without any clothes on.

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.

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.

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.

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