Interlude
Drusilla sat nestled in the branches of a purple tree growing out of the side of a mountain. She was singing to the moons. There were three moons, two of them blue and green. She watched lights traveling the sky, and knew that the lights contained Bad Delicious Space Demons (which she now called "tea cups").
Hugging the ground below was the constant fog that shrouded the home of the tea cups. Once in awhile, they sent blind hunting parties up here to find her. They knew she was there, but all she had to do was sit quietly and they would walk right past her, and she would cull the best smelling ones from the herd. It also helped that she knew that they were coming long before they arrived.
With the repeated drinking of tea cup blood (or sweet tea, as she liked to call it), her physical strength, ferocity, and precognitive abilities all markedly increased. It was the precognitive abilities that made her advantage over the tea cups complete. Not only were the tea cups unable to see her, she couldn't miss them.
Eventually, Drusilla told herself, she would go back home, where she would use her increased power to make father Angel, son Spike, and grandmother/daughter Darla pay for their betrayals. For deserting her and breaking up their family.
But then, every time Drusilla thought about leaving the sweet tea behind, she felt sad. And, really, she was in no hurry to go home, so she would stay for awhile longer.
Drusilla stopped singing as she had the most wonderfully disturbing, deliciously awful, thought.
No, it wasn't a thought, it was a vision of what was to come.
"Oedipus betrays his mother," Drusilla whispered sadly to the moons. "And brings an assassin for her daughter-in-law."