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     "Though, with the warmth      comes the shorter nights.      Those, I hadn't missed..."

‘ ‘m sick of freezin’. s’better than six below, that’s for damn sure.’

          Drusilla glanced backward at the           other vampires in the room           and laughed slightly.           It was an odd noise,           as if it had surprised even           her on it's way out.

     "Fond of them? I hardly know these ones...      Your Angel found them somewhere.      Now they just won't leave."

              “The suspicion, unsurprisingly, keeps coming back                 to the very large amount of vampires here                 that you’re continuing to refuse to acknowledge.”                                   Twirling her stake, she stepped forward a few feet.                “Hope you’re not too fond of any of them.                  Sick of waiting for a response. They’re going bye-bye.”

     "I am," Drusilla stated with a faint frown, clearly unimpressed. Really, she was standing right here when she posed the question. Silly boy.

          [He raised an eyebrow in confusion.                     And then his eyes narrowed in distaste.                                                                 She was a vampire.]             …that depends on who’s asking.

     "My Angel..."

          That was the only explanation           that left her lips for a moment,           and she scratched at her face,           sharp nails drawing thin lines           of blood down her cheeks.

     "Tell me, Prophet...           What sort of monster did you become?"

      He looked down for just a moment. Seemed that she had triggered something within him, the phrasing enough to hit him in the core. He didn’t like.

           “I may be a monster but I made myself that way.                      You seemed to have lost innocence differently.”

          Drusilla relaxed her face,           touching a hand to her cheek           momentarily in thought before           a child-like smile played across           her lips.

     "And what exactly are you, then...? Something oh-so special... Spike said there were strange breeds here..."

           Her lip curls back in mild distaste at the display —               it’s the first time she’s seen just what this so-called                   “other breed’s” faces look like when they’re angered —                        or preparing to feed.  ”Apologies, love,” she drawls,                            a smirk tugging at her lips. “But I don’t need invitations                                         from vampires.”

     Drusilla ignored the redhead’s question and advanced slowly, her head falling slightly to the side as she observed the teen before her, “…what’s a precious little creature like you doing out so late…? Naughty girl.”

Willow looked at Drusilla and frowned lightly, slightly confused willow managed to mumble out. “Miss Edith?”

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     It was too close to dawn      for any sort of a fight.      Drusilla smiled warmly      at the girls before her and shook her head.

          "Too late to play, kitten. This will have to wait for another night."

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     "Such a warm night.           A relief from all the cold...                Don't you think?"

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     The woman frowned a moment, but seemed to concede with a smile.           "Stiles. What are you doing here...?"

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     ”Drusilla…” She purred softly, watching the boy with a curious light in her eyes,                ”And yours, kitten?”

      “Let’s stick to just calling me Stiles and nothing else, which includes kitten, yeah?”

     Drusilla reared her head      and growled, low in her throat           "No one invited you to my pity party.                Unless you come with purpose, no one wants you here."

     "I hate when the seasons change…           Sun’ll be rising sooner…setting later…the nights get too short.        I miss the Winter already…”

Lacrimosa Fallen and born here I want to love this blood-soaked world without fear Instead of being forgiven, forgive and have faith And remain on the face of this earth To count the tearful days that pass

I never know what to do when I'm followed by a character and the only information I have to go on in that the character likes sex.

This has happened like...four times now.

Where am I supposed to go with that?

     "I hate when the seasons change...           Sun'll be rising sooner...setting later...the nights get too short.        I miss the Winter already..."