She opened hypnotic eyes to the grey-scale world of a basement. The sweet stench of molasses and blood entwined as she breathed deeply. Unnecessary but intoxicating.
Fear. That stank too.
She did not know how she got here, but that was nothing new. Often the stars would whisper such evil things that when finally silence came she had lost days at a time, waking somewhere entirely foreign.
Blood called out like a siren song, the Vampiress gliding towards the scent; strong and consuming and potent. It flooded her senses and drowned anything but her insatiable need. This was special blood. Girl blood. Slayer Blood. A pink tongue crept from beneath scarlet lips, a hungry growl emerged from her throat.
The world began to fracture. Dru watched it through kaleidoscope vision, everything shattered into a thousand pieces. She followed the blood to a column, a small girl tethered to it, weeping.
"Hello, love, whatever's the matter?" She was covered in blood. Dru inhaled, the blood infecting her dead lungs, coating them in the sweetness, so sweet it starts to burn. Blood of sunshine. And others. With each breath Dru heard the screams, Mummy screaming, Daddy screaming, everyone screaming until she's the only one left. "You poor little baby."
She could taste the torture. Marks so familiar on the child's skin. Welts and gashes galore. Silence and hushed pleas whispered of naughty things. The artistry Drusilla appreciated, such perfect care taken to so perfectly break a girl.
She reached a cold, soft hand out to touch the track marks, lightest graces blossoming sparks and she is there. Drusilla felt the needle slide in, penetrating soft, warm skin. There was a flash and a monastery is littered with corpses, there she lay, so exquisitely broken. She watched her mother and her father die and she cried and she screamed. She's the child, and she watched her parents die and remained so utterly silent. She and the girl, one and the same.
A flash of white and gold dragged Drusilla back to the basement . Gold eyes, white fangs. Pull of blood just too strong.
The girl whimpered and changed.
Kaleidoscope eyes see two. A lost little girl alone in the dark and almost a woman, crazed and strong with blood coating her face. The child becomes a Slayer yet remains so mad.
Drusilla clapped. So mad. So joyously, painfully mad. A pixie voice locked within her skull made a bloody promise as the child vanished, leaving Dru alone with the tethered slayer.
"Oh, my Princess, how they hurt you," she cooed and sang oh so softly, "You bathe yourself in blood when you should bathe in ashes." Maniacal laughter slipped form Dru's tongue, "ashes to ashes we all fall down, a bloody kiss to make us bound. Mummy can make it better. Make the pain skip merrily away."
The girl's eyes glowed in the darkness as she huddled, as she shook. Drusilla's eyes never leaving hers. But the girl must trust. Must see.
She must surrender willingly.
Only by the muttering of three soft words.
"Be in me."
A haze of fangs and blood drag the memory far away…
The middle of the road. That's where they stood. Where they awoke. Darkness still blanketing light, moon restraining the evil of Sunshine.
Drusilla touched the Slayer's arm. "Dana."
Dana nodded, gazing from the moon to the Vampiress' eyes. "Mother."
And the Vampiress bit.