Drusilla was quite pleased with herself. And why shouldn't she be? She may have been brought there against her will and all alone. But she'd made the best of it.
And now? She even had a daughter to care for.
This absolutely thrilled her. She'd picked the girl out of all the other orphans because she hadn't cried out or screamed when Drusilla had begun killing. Instead, she had only glared. The kitten had hate in her heart, and it had called to Drusilla. Hence, she was the lucky one who had been given a taste of Dru's blood. When the following night had come and she'd finally awoken and tracked down Dru, the vampire had already gone 'shopping'-meaning she had taken some clothes from a store-and was all ready for her girl.
She'd told the girl that her name was now Lucinda, and she seemed to be willing to go along with it, and was extremely eager to learn from her new mummy. Dru had already taught her a little about what they could do, but since Lucinda was hungry...well, the girl had to learn sometime.
The moment the sun had gone down, Drusilla lead her sweet Lucy out into the streets. Dru wore read and black, and Lucy wore white. After all, it'd be perfect to draw in unsuspecting prey. Dru spotted the woman walking alone fairly quickly, since she and Lucy were at the opposite end of the alley. Slipping into the shadows, she gave Lucinda her own Miss Edith, and whispered to her quietly. "Be a good girl, now! Mummy will be right over here. Look at the girly down there." She pointed towards the woman who was stepping into the alley at that moment. "She's my present for you! Be good and I'll let you unwrap her, okay?"
Lucinda nodded in delight, and began to skip into the alley. At the moment, her features were that of a human; her hair hung long and loose and she had a bow in her hair that her new mummy had tied herself. Her bright green eyes watched the woman approach, and she sniffed the air curiously. Underneath the scents from the alley, she could smell two things: warm coppery blood, and something else that her mother had told her was fear.
They both made her stomach grumble a little, and she licked her lips, holding Miss Edith close.