"Hello Darlin. How are ya?"
"I'm alright, the birdies in my head are singing."
"Good, good. Are ya hungry?" he asked.
"Yes, oh could I have something brown and pink?" I asked.
"Yes you may my little Princess."
"Angelus, what will we name her?" the blonde woman asked.
"I dunno. Princess what do you wanna be called?" he asked me with a
kindness to his voice.
"I wanna be called Drusilla."
"Thats a pretty name dear, where did you come up with it?" the blonde
asked.
"I read it in a fairy book, grandmother. She was an evil fairy that
wanted to be free."
"Don't call me grandmother, alright dear." she said through gritted
teeth.
I just smiled at her, I was too far gone to even really care. Angelus
came back with something brown and black. He was a servent that tasted
like chocolate and bubblegum. The blonde woman walked behind my daddy
I could smell her. She smelled like blood and envy, flowers and
sunlight. I looked at my daddy and he smelled like blood and sweat,
clovers and honey.
"So how was he?" my daddy asked.
"Daddy he was good. Tasted like chocolate and bubblegum." I licked my
lips," Daddy why is grandmother jealous of me?"
"I'm not jealous dear and don't call me grandmother. I have a name."
she glared at me.
"Oh but you are grandmother," I said slyly," how am I to call you by
a name when it has not floated through my head?"
"Good point." she says and looks up at my daddy.
"Dru, this is Darla. She is my Sire, as I am your Sire. I am her childe
just as you are mine."
"Oh," I said with a blank look on my face," I like grandmother better."
"Don't CALL me that!" she yells at me, daddy stands there laughing and
I do the same. Grandmother hits daddy and he stops laughing. I just
look at them.
