"She is, isn't she?" Dru's other hand rose, holding up the necklace that she'd ripped from the woman's throat, containing the cross and the amulet. She glanced towards them, holding them up to the light. "What pretty trinkets. See, Lucinda?" She turned to the little girl and handed them to her.
Lucy, not yet knowing any better, reached up and took them, her hand grasping the cross and amulet first. As the cross burned her skin, she gave a small shriek, snatching her hand away again as her face shifted into vampiric mode. "It burns!"
"Yes it does, my sweet. Given time, though, you won't care." Drusilla didn't seem to care about her 'daughter's pain. She grasped the cross herself, and gripped it tightly. As smoke began to rise from her clenched hand, she smiled down at Lucinda. "You can do this too! You'll just have to practice. But first...." She dropped the cross on the floor, then shifted her eyes towards the woman as just remembering she was there.
"Dinner time." She smirked, and in the blink of an eye, she was at Marian's side, gripping her arm and pulling it out. "Come here, Lucinda."