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.

[/Action]


[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]

You would do that? [She looks at him, and there is such appeal. A handsome face. If only he would succumb. If only she could make him family. He could be her consort, then. But she knows him well enough to know that he has magic, and that in this state she would not last long against it.]

I accept this compromise. It smells of iron and feathers, but I accept it nonetheless.

[mountain_sage]

[A sigh of relief.] Thank you. I know this will be difficult for you, but I do not wish for you to be slain again. Nor do I wish to resort to forceful measures to contain you. So I believe this would be a peaceful compromise, to keep everyone safe.

[hismasterpiece]

[She relaxes slightly. Perhaps there is still time to change his mind about becoming her consort, but for now she is content with the decision.]

So you are a neutral force, then. Not one of the Powers; not one of the shadow children. Your blood, though -- flavored with goodness.

[mountain_sage]

Yes, I would lean towards the side of good. I would not tolerate senseless violence and destruction, from either side. But I would not pursue an evil person if they have done nothing.

You...are not evil, are you? If someone does attempt to destroy or attack people, then I would fight. So I do hope that you will not force my hand.

[hismasterpiece]

I am evil's daughter. I am evil's creation. [A slow smile, almost luxurious.] Evil is my daddy. My fanged daddy. My Angel.

[mountain_sage]

I see...

[Well, at least she's honest about it. In this case, Saleh would have to prepare himself for what he would eventually have to do.]

[hismasterpiece]

He used to be here, you know. My love-daddy. I can still scent him on the winds...

[Thin white arms are stretched over her head as she takes in the nightbreeze.]

[mountain_sage]

...Really? You can...smell him? Who is it?

[hismasterpiece]

Spike. Spike! You know of him, pretty blood-brother?