Drusilla stills under Damon's touch, watching him warily until he withdraws. "Maybe I should cut her differently next time?"

"I would have thought deeper. Downpour, rather than a drizzle." Still, his idea has some merit.

Well... he [does] bleed so well for her. Always has, leans into every cut like it's a kiss. If her heart could still beat, it'd flutter at the very sight of that. But she wants to break things. Shatter glass and bones alike. Maybe it would be better if he brings a gift.

Isn't he so sweet? Drusilla could practically purr with contentment if she wasn't still thrumming with tension. A few dead girls from now, though? She'll be right as rain.

"Just the blonde ones," Drusilla murmurs, almost as if picking up on Spike's very thoughts. So in tune with her childe that they rarely need words, but this is non-negotiable. "Blue or green eyes. I have a whole jar still of brown."

"Maybe if I leave it in, this time, and just cut them open..." it's worth trying; she's always loved her little experiments.

"I have a reflection after all..." Drusilla

"We could have someone measure us to see..."

"I have a table for two and a good doll who can keep score."

"Only some of my toys are porcelain, but I'm content to let you pick the judge. What happens if there's a tie?"

"Two lumps and a splash of arsenic to cool it. Like cream, without the taste."

"There's treason in my court." her fingers twitch, nails sharp and ready to drip with blood. "I'm fetching the guillotine."

"Something wicked this way comes..."

[Oh, poor thing. She'll bring him someone sweet to eat.]

[A princess should know best about her knight. Even when his armour rusts from the sunlight.]

"A slayer..." [I tilt my head, giving her a curious once over.] "Have you come to bleed for me?"

[I bring my hand to my mouth, fingertips brushing against my lower lip as my tongue peeks out, almost able to taste the memory of the bleeding girl.] "The poor, caged bird... I set her free."

"What fun...it's like a party."