The silence was exceptionally bitter. She never liked the quiet. There was always whispers coming from everywhere. Even the cat in the window or the dog digging in the dirt spoke to her. She heard them speak to her. Everything had a voice to Drusilla. She would often relish the sounds as their cacophony resonated all around her. There was order in the sound of only one voice. Glorious chaos erupted in the presence of multiple voices. That was the way Drusilla liked it.
She'd been here for far too long. Walking in the streets during the night where all could see, turned to running in the shadows during the day. There were no voices. She didn't even hear the moon talking to her like she always did. The silence was making her quite angry. There was nothing to eat, which made Drusilla cranky. "Ollie, Ollie all's in freee…" Her voice danced from sanguine lips that craved the chance to be covered in the delicious taste of blood once more. "STOP HIDING FROM ME!" She stood screaming outside in a grove of trees. "STOP HIDING FROM MEEEE!"
Terror reached its tendrils from deep inside the gaping chasm where her soul had been to clench what remained of her heart. Drusilla's only reaction to the devastation of silence was to run. Her feet continued to pound the ground as she ran with no particular method to her madness. She couldn't remember how long it had been since this all started. Had it been 100 years? Or was it just simply a day since this torment began?
Finally there were voices! She could hear the sounds just ahead. Glorious sounds once again filled her ears! Since vampires were dead, there were never any heartbeats to be heard. Heartbeats meant that fresh blood was pumping into a mortal heart! Her pace quickened toward the sound. She was going to pluck that human heart from someone's chest like a ripe tomato from the vine. In her mind's eye she could see herself burying her fangs into it. She could feel that precious blood wash over her tongue and down her gullet again. OH she was so HUNGRY!
A thing such as a door wouldn't stop her. Drusilla was heading toward the sounds that she had not heard in far too long. She raced into this building that looked something like a private school. Maybe there were sweet children here. That could be the source of the heartbeats she heard, right?
One more door push and there were voices. Drusilla heard one in particular she picked up on first. "Spike?" What on earth was he doing here? Where was here anyway? She could hear more than one voice now, but they were on the other side of the door. There was only one way to get those answers. Drusilla pushed the door open.
She opened the door while walking through it at the same time. "What have we here? Someone forgot to invite me to the family reunion?" She slid up closer to Spike. "Aww Spike. At least you should be happy to see me, I'm sure." Granted they hadn't been together in quite some time, Dru would always have a certain affection for Spike. She loved him but yet in the same breath she could smash his face into the wall without flinching.
"Oh I see why you're here." Dru wrinkled her cute little nose at Angel. The one vampire who had in a sense created her during his bloody rampages through England stood there as though he was a perfect … angel. "What's the matter? Did the Slayer get cross with both of you for not getting her coffee order correct? Hm?" A wicked grin etched across the insane vampire's porcelain features. "You both are besotted with a little twit you know?" She spoke in a slight sing song tone that she was certain would agitate the both of them.
