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!

Comments

Do you want him turned/killed?

[hismasterpiece]

Never imagine how things could be worse! That spoils it for the real thing, you see.

I think we agreed on turninng in the original plot post. Could make things tricky, but... :3

[bloodybishie]

[What? Concussed brain cannot keep up super well. But he's always been a bit of an act-first-think-later kind of guy, so...]

Yeah. Life does get worse when you spend your time worrying.

no problem at all!!

[hismasterpiece]

You know, I have a solution to ALL worries. A way to make them better...

[She takes a step or two closer. He's nice-looking, this one...]

:D

[bloodybishie]

In my experience, a lot of those don't work so well. Not even alcohol.

[Oh Lord. He's seen predatory looks, but this one really takes the cake. Seriously, this girl looks like she's about to go for the throat. He shifts backwards, trying to make it seem natural while getting him into sprint start posture, but it's completely noticeable.]

[hismasterpiece]

[The throat is one of her favorite things to go for, really. Dru is poised to give chase if he runs, but mostly she likes to seduce her victims. Entice them. Lure them.

She hasn't shifted into game face yet.]

I've got a secret; shall I whisper it to you?

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]