Waiting
Drusilla helped her mother to sew an angel costume for her sister's Chrismas function.
Diane will look so cute in this. Distracted by the thought, the nail broke her skin. Instantly a drop of blood formed on her thumb, and Drusilla stared mesmerised as visions assaulted her.
Death. Beautiful. Dark eyes. Hurt. Exquisite. Dark hair. Blood. Blood. Blood!
Drusilla felt hot tears on her cheeks. Why can the blood never be mine? She heard distantly her mother's worried voice and knew better than to faint.
The worst part, Drusilla decided as she smiled tremulously in reassurance, was the waiting.
Why?
Darla looked radiant in her fairy costume. Angelus was about to take his mask when Drusilla's voice came.
"Can I go with you?"
Angelus stopped Darla's harsh objection with a look.
"I'm sorry, love." He caressed her face. "Why don't you find someone to play with tonight?" The brunette shifted towards his touch. Angelus smirked. When Drusilla pouted, he obliged and kissed her inviting lips.
Of course, by the time the kiss was finished Darla was fuming behind them.
Drusilla didn't care, but she thought about Angelus' words.
The next day she mumbled about starlight eyed poets before falling asleep.