"Angel…Angel…" someone was whispering to him quietly. He woke-up and looked; a dark figure was in the corner of his cage.
"Who's there?" growled Angel, or was it? The dark figure moved forward. The moonlight just barely touched the dark figure's face. She had black as night hair, tree brown eyes, and a perfect smile. It reminded of someone rather familiar.
"Dru? What are you doing here?" She looked at him puzzled. No, it wasn't Drusilla; she would have shown herself by now. Although, the dark figure looked just like her.
"Are you not but Angelus, lover to Darla? Sire to my mother?" The dark figure asked as she tilted her head the same way Drusilla used to.
"Who are you? How did you know about me? Who's your mother?" Angelus asked. The dark figure laughed.