4. Loss

[hismasterpiece]

[Action -- After Nightfall on the 11th]

[A pale young woman wanders into the village, twisting her hair round her fingers compulsively. She's hungry.


She's STARVING.

A whimper escapes her lips as she collapses by the fountain, and she calls out weakly:]

Spikey? Love sundae? The jaws can't bite; the claws can't catch.

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[Drusilla has returned from death. Her DP is that she has lost the ability to go gameface and, therefore, to feed on victims using her fangs.]

Comments

[hismasterpiece]

"Heaven?" In spite of her condition, Dru laughed. "You wish to bring me to Heaven? Very well then, soldier."

[greenjacketed]

Arm in arm, then. They walked.

"Just a name, miss. And a general upwards direction. I suppose that's the point of the name in the first place."

[hismasterpiece]

Drusilla was barely able to appreciate the lovely brawny arm she was clinging to. She looked up at him, imagining what it might be like to take him in her arms -- to drink of him. To feed herself to him and have him for eternity.

"That's alright then, I suppose."