Drusilla wasn't one to lurk about waiting for unsuspecting snacks to step into her path. Or not usually. She had her own little minions who did that for her. And right now, they were out and about, searching for someone nice to bring back to Dru.
They didn't have to look long, it seemed. One of the men caught sight of the girl first, and signaled the others. As the girl strode down the street, near-invisible figures advanced from several sides, waiting for her to step into the shadows.
Once she had stepped out of a somewhat well-lit area, a teenage girl stepped in front of the redhead, already in full vamp-mode. She was eager to please, and didn't care if their victim screamed.
She actually kind of liked that part.
"Going somewhere, girly?" She smirked evilly, even as her 'brothers and sisters'-as Drusilla called them-began to close in around the two of them.