Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
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"Nice kitty," said Drusilla, "I just wanted to play with the little girl. She'd make a precious little dollie, in a lacy dress."
Lucy cowered behind Aslan as the lion stood his ground against the made vampire.
"Away with you foul demon!" he roared, "Back to the world from whence you came!"
"Bad kitty, you're no fun," she whined, moving forward.
Aslan leaned down, preparing to pounce. He began emitting a low growl. Drusilla bent down to pet him, only for him to bite her. His bite burned her flesh like holy water. Her eyes widened in horror.
"You're him," she hissed, "why didn't you answer my prayers?"
She fell to ground, sobbing.
"He killed them all, he violated me, and you did nothing. I believed in you and I prayed to you and you did nothing."
Aslan only looked in pity at the wretched creature before leading Lucy away.
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Author's Note: This one came out a bit differently than I intended. The only explanation I can offer is that Aslan's bite temporarily restored some of her humanity.
