Drusilla pet the young man she had taken at the college. He looked a bit like her William, but he didn't have her boy's fire. She traced her finger along his lip and giggled. He was pretty, but he had no imagination and no real gift. He was destined to be food, her food.

She moved away, leaving her dinner to rest and looked out into the night through her window. William was out there, and she knew it. He was fastened tight to his destiny.

She closed her eyes and felt for him through their bond, but it was gone. She was his sire, but he had slipped the lead, gone off to play in the ashes with this slayer, the one he could not kill.

Daddy was too busy for her now, chasing his destiny as well. She touched a finger to the glass and tried to remember things, important things, but she could hear the pixies singing about a grand old Duke. Their high voices swirled around her as they danced.

She closed her eyes and found herself in a field surrounded by white roses. Daddy was crowned with them and standing before a statue. She could feel the coldness emanating through him into the field.

Drusilla looked away from her sire and found the red witch crowned with cyclamen with her wolf seated at her feet leaning against her.

Drusilla looked up to find the stars and fairies but there was nothing above her. This world was bathed in the gentle light of the glowing roses. She heard music coming in the distance and she swayed around the field.

Spike tapped her on her shoulder and she laughed. "My boy, you've come back."

She hugged him close, but he pushed her back and pointed toward the giant goblet that had appeared in the middle of a circle of red roses. He held his finger to his lips and ran toward the circle, leaping over the red roses as they grew into a hedge.

Drusilla heard the pixies singing again and found herself back in her room with her entertainment just beginning to rouse. She giggled and turned toward the bed. He wasn't her William, but he would do for the night, maybe more than one night.

"How did I get here?" The young man looked around the frilly bedroom. His discomfort was obvious.

"I asked you in my special way, my delicious one. You remind me of my boy. He was naughty and didn't mind his mummy or his grandpapa, but you won't have that problem." Drusilla smiled and reached out to play with the buttons on his grey shirt.

"Okay, I'm sure this could be fun, but this is so not my kink." The man looked up at her with grey eyes and she felt a flash of annoyance at his loutish behavior. "So, I'll be going."

"No, you are my boy for the night. You will be good or Mummy will punish you." Drusilla ripped his shirt down the middle baring his warm flesh. He struggled as she pressed him to the bed with one hand. Panic flared in his eyes as he realized there was no escape. She was in control.

"Please," he begged. "Let me go."

Drusilla shook her head slowly from side to side. "I wouldn't have any fun if I did that, now would I?"

She lowered her lips to his and kissed him hard on the mouth. His lip tore and started to bleed. Drusilla pulled back from him with a giggle licking his blood from her lips with relish. His mouth opened and closed but no sound escaped.

"You will be my tasty treat." Drusilla tittered and bent down again to lap up the bit of blood welling at his lip. She hummed a little ditty before she nuzzled into his neck, enjoying the scent of his fear. She could hear the rush of his heart along with the pixies as she bit her tongue letting her mouth fill with blood. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his chastely.

He started to struggle against her and she forced his mouth open by pressing on his cheeks. She opened her mouth and let her blood flow into his. He tried to expel it, but she held him fast until he swallowed And started to draw on the blood still seeping from her tongue. She sat back and watched his eyes go soft. His body relaxed beneath hers and she giggled. He smiled at the sound.

"You'll be a sweet little minion, won't you?" Drusilla petted his chest gently waiting for the blood to take full effect on him. "Without my William, I need a strong man. I hope Daddy lets me keep you."

She started kissing his neck and chest encouraging his heart to beat faster carrying her blood throughout his still living body. Her long nails ripped through the remnants of his ugly gray shirt and then she started to carve designs into is chest, watching the blood well before licking the designs closed. His body grew hard against her hip. He wouldn't be her William, but it would do for now.

"Are you ready for me, minion, ready to be mine?" Drusilla crooned to the man riding his final human high. He turned his dazed eyes toward her and nodded.

Drusilla ran her fingers into his hair and yanked back his head exposing his pounding pulse to her questing tongue. She licked along it and enjoyed his delighted shiver. He reached up and grabbed her hard yanking her over him and pressing his manhood up against her. She smiled at his roughness, giddy in her moment of destruction. She pulled back and looked down at him admiring the artful flares of color that came with a beating heart.

She ripped his jeans off and yanked her skirt up to her hips before throwing a leg over him and sliding her cool body onto his warmth. She grinned at him as he tried to push her over.

"Now, now. Be patient." Drusilla smiled at him and then smacked him hard across the face. He howled in pain and tried to dislodge her, but she tightened her legs and enjoyed his bucking as it caused him to thrust wildly into her. She slid her hands along his sweating chest and listened as his heart beat quickened when she drove her fingernails into the skin above his still beating organ. "I don't like drums."

The tears were streaming from his eyes, and he quit fighting unable to stop her motion as she rode him. He whimpered and turned his head into the white ruffled pillow.

Drusilla sank forward and watched his leaping pulse as she ground herself upon him. The small sounds of his surrender excited her. He would be hers, entirely her creature. She grinned and let her demon face slide to the fore. Her pink tongue licked along his skin gathering his sweat as she traced his collarbone and then chased the throbbing pulse up his neck.

He screamed when she bit him and started thrashing again. She gulped his blood quickly feeling him swell and the heat grow within her as she welcomed the last bits of his life into her body.

She heard the door open as she licked up the remnants of her minion's blood. "Hello, Daddy. Where is your pretty crown?"

Angelus shook his head at her odd question. "Playing with your food, Dru?"

"He'll be my new boy, my pretty toy." Dru looked at Angelus' feet as she slid off the cooling body.

"He'd better be a minion. I don't have time to fledge another childe for you." Angelus growled.

"He's just a minion. I promised no more of the other." Drusilla looked adoringly at Angelus.

"Well come here and earn his keep." Angelus unbuttoned his silk shirt and unbuckled his pants as she danced closer to him.

"I'll be so good, Daddy." She smiled and leaned up to kiss him when Angelus grabbed the back of her head and rolled his hand in her hair pulling her neck back.

"I don't want to taste your last meal, so you'll do this on your knees." He pulled her down with the one hand tangled in her hair as the other finished freeing his cock.