"Sounds like she's dreaming," he answered, not really interested. "We should wake her up so we can have some fun."
"Yes, I'm bored."
Drusilla rolled over, staring at the other two, and scowled. "Play nice. The stars are telling me wonderful things tonight."
"Do those wonderful things involve dinner?" the vampire who had once been a human named Xander asked.
"I saw the days to come. They told me they would be wonderful. Glorious. Blood spills over the edge of the world and into my arms. I wish it would come now."
Willow, or the thing that had taken over her body, looked at her companion. "How can things be so wonderful to her when her prisoners got away?"
Drusilla sat up suddenly and locked her hand around the other vampire's neck forcefully, her face contorting into its true visage. "Angel will still come to me. There are all sorts of little voices telling me that he will come, and the whispers never lie."
Xander raised an eyebrow. "I'm in the mood to kill something." He pried Dru's fingers away from Willow's throat.
"I need to hunt." Willow wrapped her arms around Xander's waist and purred softly in his ear. "I'm hungry."
He kissed her ear lobe and nibbled on it slightly. "And hunt we will. We'll have a feast."
They rose and walked toward the door, wanting to beat the impending morning.
"Stay away from the new slayer." Drusilla moaned with a whining sound
and shook at the thought of the dream. "In my mind, I see myself killing
her, but it bodes terrible things. Awful things. I don't like her. She
has the smell of death mixed with the stench of life."
"The Master will be angry if he finds we have not brought him anything."
"The Master is dead," the other answered. "Can't you feel it?"
Luke frowned doubtfully. "I feel nothing."
The younger one shrugged. "Your loss. I can feel everything. It's as if the world were humming to me."
"You are a weakling," Luke said defiantly. "When the Master finds out about your neglectful behavior toward him, he will not-"
He was cut off as the other vampire slammed him against the wall, showing an amount of force that never would have been expected of someone his size.
"Do you still think I'm weak?" Letting Luke drop to the ground, he dusted off his hands and laughed. "You understand nothing. Your purpose here is limited. I wouldn't expect you to see the bigger picture."
The pathway they were on led deep into the underground areas that had once been the Master's lair. Some of the passages had long since caved in, but most of them were still passable. The only light came from an occasional candle, enchanted to glow until another spell reversed the effect, and the eery stillness of everything was disturbed by the two tall shadows that passed through.
One of those shadows seemed to glow independently of the candles. And he could feel that glow in his bones.