Daisies In Chains

Dru is happily placing her little communications edvice down in the middle of a picnic. She's wearing an awfully pleasant smile. Most residents aren't properly aware of how she likes to sit down with porcelain dolls and have make-believe tea parties with them, but for those few who do, there's something a little off...

Namely, that all the dolls are moving by themselves.

"Isn't this just lovely?"

[OOC: I changed my mind! Toys now come to animated life around her!]

Drusilla... Gothic Princess of pretty dresses and gagged, blindfolded Victorian dolls.

Not this time, though! Instead, she pounces in front of the camera with a voraciously little giggle or wickedness, clad in...

Batgirl's suit.

"It's so luscious...!"

An almost perverse slide of hands smooths up the armoured contours, cape hanging over hack like a female version of Dracula, with a rather iconic lengthening of fangs when she reaches her neck: The bat-like mask and look of it making her seem like some kind of vampire superhero.

And then an enthusiastic swish of the cloak!

"I think I should look rather splendid in this! Not too sure about the rabbit ears, though..."

I scritch-scratched on the table, but it didn't want to burn.

Or cry.

Or bleed.

I remember Christmas. This won't be a real Christmas... Little children in the snow and smoke in the puddles.

Spike, tell them about when you brought me those little girls wrapped in a bow.

I like that story.

I liked tasting that story.

DO IT, AGAIN!

DO IT, AGAIN!!!

I want to go back to the other place. The one where I went back in time and everything was nice, again...

That one.

I didn't much like being taken from it. Showing up here wasn't very fair.

This place keeps taking all my friends away.

PRINCESS DOESN'T LIKE THAT.

And Princess thinks the Captain should go away. I'm Darla's warden-thingy. Not him.

GRANDMOTHER.

The daughter returns...

Oh...

I don't think

I should like to be left in my room, a little.

I made a pretty thing out of dead roses. It's got thoRNs.

It's a VERY SPECIAL cage to hold bad peoples' hands in.

Have you ever been up North? I have. People drink lots and they don't half curse... My Spike got in an argument with daddy. All over a name, it was. Silly.

Always getting in fights, those two.

It wasn't his birthday.

I remember when I used to pray to the angels...

One came to me, but he weren't holy. Princess ran far, far away, so she did. So far, so fast, she thought she lost him.

Maybe she did.

But only for a while.

Made a new girl out of me, he did.

Now another's come and put me in a dungeon, too.

I LIKE THIS. I deserve it.

Angels should know God weeps for me.