Drusilla tilted her head, a chuckle starting deep in her throat, a staccatto sound that echoed slightly in the back of her mouth. "What do you think I meant? Made of pumpkin and spice and everything nice, blood and guts, yummy pie," the vampire whispered.
She feigned a lunge at the girl, giggling to herself. "No one to share you with. All mine." She pouted slightly. "They're late. They've lost their watches, lost the date."
Inhaling to sigh, she gazed at the snowman before drifting her focus back to the girl, simply gazing at her, unblinking.