"Now now, no one likes a nasty little liar." She flicked her tongue across her nail once more, moving in close to the girl. "Whatever you are, I think you're very tasty! Lucinda, come here." The little girl who sat on the bench came over and grabbed one of Clarissa's arms from one of the guys, jerking her a little further down so she was leaning at an awkward angle. "Now remember what I taught you." Her gaze shifted to glance down to Lucy and she nodded encouragingly.
The little girl's face vamped out and she bit into the arm she held. Drusilla watched to make sure she was getting enough, then turned her gaze back to Clarissa's eyes. "My turn, berry." She smiled in delight, then reached out. One hand gripped Clarissa's shoulder, the other rested against her head, thrusting it to one side. Her own features shifted, and she leaned in to the exposed neck, biting deep, and drinking.