Drusilla stared at the sky, admiring the myriad stars twinkling above her, as her fingers sifted through the dirt on the top of her new boy's makeshift grave. It was still warm from the hateful sun. Sometimes she would dance in its rays in visions, but it would never shine happily on her true flesh. A low growl escaped her lips. The memory of life plagued her in fits and starts, reminding her that her existence was merely a reflection of what she had once been like the moon's light.
Her mind turned and she thought about her renewed bond with daddy. Sharing the special treat had been delightful. The sweet blood had washed them clean of the distance built over the century apart. It had been so long since he had truly enjoyed her company. William and Darla had left her without a proper goodbye. She missed them so much, but there was her new boy. She had made his meals dig so deep that he would be sure to scrape any remnants of his pesky soul off as he worked his way free. Daddy would help her raise him. They would be a family again. Dreams of blood drenched nights flared in her heart and mind. The stars spun and twinkled above, the grass beneath her tickled the skin of her arms, and Drusilla felt the earth spinning through space. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift free.
Angelus danced around her singing something in a foreign language. It wasn't really her Daddy. She knew he was still inside with the husband of their meal, but his voice rose and fell around her. The words were odd, robbing his voice of all its beauty. She wanted her Daddy to stop. She covered her ears with her hands, but his voice grew stronger and more demanding. The pixies began to sing as well, a chorus to his lead. The song beat against her each word a strike against her. She opened her eyes and watched as the vision coalesced around her.
A statue emitted a cold light over the prone form of her Daddy. It was tall and ancient, a form trapped rather than carved. The red witch stood behind it, her arms stretched inhumanly long, reaching around it to rip at Daddy's clothes. The wolf stood behind her, his arms laced around her body holding her back. The scene made her want to scream, so she turned away, ignoring the fear it engendered. She looked around and saw the giant cup behind them topple. A rush of blood spilled out the slayer and her William. She looked at her boy as he smiled at his doom. The blonde extended a hand and their fingers entwined naturally. She dove toward the slayer with burning rage but flowers restrained her. The twirled around her legs and brought her to a stumbling halt.
She looked down and saw thousands of flowers blooming where the blood had drenched the earth. Myriad colors assaulted her as she examined the flowers, looking for a weakness. The pixies laughed and danced around the edge of this wild garden prison, rejoicing in her pain. She looked up to see the slayer and her William kissing, their blonde heads crowned by flowers.
Searing pain flowed through her and she fought to hold the vision as flickers of something darker pulled at her. The world spun beneath her, but she could not move with it. There was something nagging at the back of her mind, but she could not realize it. She looked at William and his love. They glowed like the sun as flowers bound them to the living earth. They spun away from her, safe and content.
The scene melted and she was in the confessional, praying for assistance from Heaven, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in frightened pants. No angel came to her rescue, but Angelus was there. His cruel smile washed her in fear and excitement. His nostrils flared and he reached out a lone finger to trace along her cheek. The ice of his touch ripped into her. She stared into his deep brown eyes and felt the world spin beneath her again.
She blinked and smiled as she looked at the blood splattered face of her sire. He was stripped to the waist. His strong body bared in the moonlight. Blood played on his skin, glistening in the moonlight. The gypsy girl lay in a discarded heap behind him and he laughed pulling Drusilla toward him for a passionate kiss. She leaned into him happily until their flesh met. He burned her like holy water. She could feel the skin of her body melting as she was flung from the vision.
The ground beneath her did not spin. She was firmly tied to the earth. A long sigh escaped her as she released unneeded air from her body. The world would not spin away and leave her. She rolled on her side to face the turned ground next to her. It wasn't easy being lonely. Her William was the slayer's toy now, but it didnt matter. There would be a new boy soon. She could feel him inside her, struggling toward his new existence. He didn't feel like her William. He had no heart, he was rage and power, like Daddy. She hummed a gentle tune to soothe him. He would have to be taught quickly to behave or Daddy would kill him.
She sunk her fingers deep into the earth. He would rise soon and be hers forever. This boy would not leave her. He would be vicious and cruel, unstoppable. It would be good to have a boy so fierce. Her new tiger, he would follow behind her and guard her back. He wouldn't need her as William had, but he would do as she wanted or suffer. She couldn't wait to punish him and make him scream.