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The loveliest things were whispered inside her head that particular night. Promises unkempt— with the stars in their high-pitched voices— they were the only voices that were distinguished. The rest were a big jumble, a puzzle— though some pieces were missing. Sunnydale... They whispered in an overlapped unison, Sunnydale... And, as she had learned, the stars knew everything. Perhaps the naughty Slayer girl had done something else— she was always putting salt in the tea instead of sugar, ruining it. Everyone hated salty tea; it tasted like the ocean. Drusilla sat up slowly, one of her arms wrapped around a blonde cherished doll. "The stars say Sunnydale; the Hellmouth awaits."
She pulled on one of her best dresses, a black one with neat embroidery and flared sleeves. "Have to look nice, we're going back to visit family, after all." She murmured, picking up Miss Edith from the small twin bed and brushing through dark tresses before heading out the door.
She walked, one hand clutching the doll, to the bus station. After her and Spike had parted ways, she had caught a bus to Los Angeles, and had stayed there for almost half a year. That was, until the calls started. Most of the day, while she slept, and into the night, the chorus of voices whispered one thing: Sunnydale. She had tried to ignore it, she had tried her best (she hated it there, reeked of the Slayer and her Spike's betrayal) but there was something there. Important, the moon had kept secrets as to what it was. It seemed that the blonde Slayer had been influencing everything lately, and Drusilla could not let that greedy soul take anything else. Her plate was already stacked with cake, and she wanted to fill a second. Tsk, tsk, tsk, that will not be so.
She found a vehicle that was bound for Sunnydale, and paid her fare with a few bills that she had stolen. The driver, who was busy munching a submarine sandwich in the driver's seat, had taken one look at the brunette and blinked. Why was this his shift?
"No, Miss Edith, that seat is for someone else. Don't argue, or both you and the Slayer will be punished when we arrive." The female scolded, sitting five seats down in the right aisle. Miss Edith had wanted the first row, but she could hear that it was for someone else. The jumbled chorus whispered so. Soon, the bus lurched forward, following the vibration of the starting motor, and her and the rest of the people on bus number sixteen were on their way.
After an hour or two (she had never paid much attention to time, they told her it wasn't necessary), the bus arrived at the Sunnydale bus stop. Drusilla and a few others exited, and the vampiress paused, then, with a smile, headed in the direction of the Slayer's home. "Naughty girl will get her spankings."
A/N: All right dears, hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I shall post the second soon, if everything goes right.