Who Drusilla and Rachel What Creepy funtimes! When September 3, evening. Where Near Rachel's cabin. Rating/Status C for Crazy/Incomplete.
Drusilla had woken up saying "Spike?" but Spike hadn't been there in her bed. It was very upsetting. She'd forgotten that he hadn't come with her, that the man who had brought her here had left Spike behind, and she knew that no amount of whimpering like a puppy would bring Spike to her. She wasn't sure she was having fun without him. The angel man from the other night, his blood was all right but in the end, she could taste the difference between human and holy and it was enough to disgust her. That wasn't fun. Now she was looking for good prey. Human prey. A pretty human with big sad eyes. She wanted the taste of flesh in her mouth. She wanted to bite and bite and bite.
So she went outside, drifting in the shadows past the cabins. Following her nose. There was human smell everywhere, mixed with a few other things, but mostly human. She liked it. And the moon above was murmuring tenderly to her, sweet little nothings just for her, how she adored it. The stars underneath it, they were making a medley together, how ethereal and lovely they were. They tripped up and down the scales, and she could hear the chords and they got caught in the trees and slipped down to the ground, like a falling snake or a pool of mercury. And on a high note they pointed her towards the human, the girl, her dark hair like a black hole, moved a little by the wind.
Drusilla drifted along behind the human in silence for a little while, her feet making no sound, before she said inquisitively, "Do you hear them? The stars? They're singing war songs now."