When the hair was jerked out of her fingers, Drusilla's eyes narrowed and reached out with a hand and gripped her by the neck, pulling her forward. "What's your name, little berry girl?" She tilted her head lightly. She didn't really have to feed on a regular basis, but she had to teach her children how to feed. She didn't want to raise sloppy boys and girls!
Though she had, on several occasions, bathed in the blood of her victims before. That could come later, though.
Dru's other hand came up and her razor sharp nails lightly ran under the girl's chin, drawing some blood. She brought the nails to her lips and licked them clean, then started to smile slowly. "Mmm, you do taste like berries. Just what are you?"