Chapter: 3

Thousands of miles away in the land of Fish and Chips

Dainty orchestrated music filled the air in a tactfully done up room. Everything was plush and luxurious, nothing hinted of a under privileged living. Then again, had the owners ever lived in an environment where sumptuousness was beyond their means? Across the room, an ornate table held a vast array of porcelain dolls, each as expensive as the next. A person could imagine that a doll with such intricate detail could be very much alive if powers had been vested in it. Had they, their delicate eye would see horror transpire in this room every day. Over looking the bed, a corpse laid undisturbed and completely drained of any red fluid. Its glassy eyes stared into the ceiling, looking like a porcelain doll. At the base of its neck, two distinct puncture wounds could be seen.

"Hmmm hmmmm hmmmm, la la la…"

She danced and twirled to the sound of the music, not caring about anything. Her beautiful red velvet dress adhered to motions of constant dizzying twirls, giggling with the feelings of nausea. Soon enough she was at the other end of the room, grabbing for one of the porcelain dolls.

"Dance with me, my petite."

Another presence entered the room silently. He gazed at her, the fragile looks were deceiving; in her black heart, lay a terrifying demon. A demon with a power none had encountered before. Xramaus was in love with that, and her as well. He continued to watch her dance before shifting gaze to the bed.

"I see you've taken one of our servants."

Drusilla twirled slowly to a halt. She smiled seductively, "It was a little snack…Not to worry, I would not skip dinner on you. But you are not here for dinner are you."

Drusilla knew Xramaus' reason for coming to her boudoir. Xramuas never came here unless reasons required him to come.

"You know me quite well Drusilla, so I am guessing that you already know as to what I have recently been informed to."

She began to play with the porcelain doll she held. She looked adoringly at it, caressing the hair and fixing its locks.

"Children have new toys to play with it. I can sense it. Ooooooh, such feelings they tickle me with."

"Don't you think it's rather unfortunate Drusilla? With Slayers running about now, like rats to a plague. It could mean the very end of our kind."

"Tsk tsk tsk, such gloomy outlook," Drusilla mocked with a frown. "Children have new toys to play with yes, but new they know naught how to use them."

Xramaus could feel her delight to something irrevocably evil, "Oh; care to tell me how?"

She laughed with insanity, "Simply misguide them and then…"

The porcelain doll she clutched fell to the floor, shattering and fragmenting into worthless debris. The largest shard was of the dolls eyes, and they saw Drusilla and Xramaus dancing away with the music. Eyes soon to be shut forever as they crushed it beneath their feet, lacking in any care.

Author's note: Yes I do realize the error in Joss Whedon spelling. It'll be changed soon enough. Hope everyone appreciates to what I'm attempting in terms of story concept. :D Chapter Four is on its way! Oh and I purposefully said Fish and Chips because a few may not know to what place I'm taking about so…. ;) You gotta love Dru sigh