Anyanka Bunny Slayer
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It was a dark night, with a full moon and Drusilla was listening to the owls speak to each other.
She understood them, and whispered, "Yes, such pretty things to kill tonight." However, she didn't want blood stains on her favourite dress...yet. For tonight, there was a grand tea party planned. Miss Edith had promised jammy dodgers and a newborn baby. Angelus would be there as well. She swayed and clapped her hands in delight. Then she frowned for a moment; Miss Olivia had been very naughty, so she would remain locked in the cellar and miss the festivities.
Drusilla often wondered why the moon wouldn't be her friend. Was it jealous because she spoke to the stars? The owls and Miss Edith were never jealous of that. They were perfect friends..They understood her, more than Spike did, actually. She cuddled a black rose against her face and felt closer to it than anything else in this world, even Miss Edith. "We can play and kill things after tea!" The black rose remained silent. Drusilla tilted her head for a moment, then realised her new friend was probably sleeping. So she continued down the path in anticipation of the tea party. It would be lovely. She was quite sure that the black rose would awaken by the time they arrived. If not, she'd rip it's petals off and put them in her hair.
(To be continued...)
She understood them, and whispered, "Yes, such pretty things to kill tonight." However, she didn't want blood stains on her favourite dress...yet. For tonight, there was a grand tea party planned. Miss Edith had promised jammy dodgers and a newborn baby. Angelus would be there as well. She swayed and clapped her hands in delight. Then she frowned for a moment; Miss Olivia had been very naughty, so she would remain locked in the cellar and miss the festivities.
Drusilla often wondered why the moon wouldn't be her friend. Was it jealous because she spoke to the stars? The owls and Miss Edith were never jealous of that. They were perfect friends..They understood her, more than Spike did, actually. She cuddled a black rose against her face and felt closer to it than anything else in this world, even Miss Edith. "We can play and kill things after tea!" The black rose remained silent. Drusilla tilted her head for a moment, then realised her new friend was probably sleeping. So she continued down the path in anticipation of the tea party. It would be lovely. She was quite sure that the black rose would awaken by the time they arrived. If not, she'd rip it's petals off and put them in her hair.
(To be continued...)