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seewhatmightbeThe night was black as coal. The same colour as her heart. The same colour as a tongue that had been corrupted by filthy little lies. Usually, Drusilla would have relished that. But things were different now.
She and her new doll had been together for a week, feasting and dancing and drinking in the moonlight. Full of potential, she was. For goodness or for wickedness, depending on who found her first.
For Drusilla, the path was as clear as the blade of a knife. She had found Alice first. She would fashion her sweet little girl into the vampire that she deserved to be.
Angelus had sculpted her. Now it was time for his little girl to make a masterpiece of her own.
"Alice?" she murmured, slipping silently into her companion's hotel room, "Are you dreaming?"
What are you dreaming of, my dear? Are you seeing the future I'm going to build for you?
She and her new doll had been together for a week, feasting and dancing and drinking in the moonlight. Full of potential, she was. For goodness or for wickedness, depending on who found her first.
For Drusilla, the path was as clear as the blade of a knife. She had found Alice first. She would fashion her sweet little girl into the vampire that she deserved to be.
Angelus had sculpted her. Now it was time for his little girl to make a masterpiece of her own.
"Alice?" she murmured, slipping silently into her companion's hotel room, "Are you dreaming?"
What are you dreaming of, my dear? Are you seeing the future I'm going to build for you?
