019: Retail Therapy [Accidental Visual / the Mall]
It was dark and dangerous inside Drusilla's head. The past and future blurred together, tied up with threads of madness that were impossible to untangle. Was she angry that the Slayer didn't know her or was she merely upset? Or was it both? She'd done so much for the Buffy in her world - not selflessly, never selflessly, but with something that passed for affection - and, in Taxon, her golden girl couldn't even look at her.
Why had the hamsters - those horrid little creatures! - brought her the wrong Slayer? Again?
She'd been such a good girl. And terribly patient. She deserved to have her future daughter at her side!
When the right Slayer finally arrived, they'd paint the city until the streets ran scarlet. But, before they did, they'd have to go shopping. They needed to look pretty for the end of the world.
This hat certainly wouldn't do. Although Drusilla couldn't see her reflection when she twirled in front of the mirror, she could imagine it. The colours were wrong. The flowers were wilted.
The vampire plucked the hat off her head and tossed it to one side, narrowly missing the tablet that she'd discarded earlier.
"You don't go to the right funerals," she snapped at the shop assistant, "I need a hat for a party."
Why had the hamsters - those horrid little creatures! - brought her the wrong Slayer? Again?
She'd been such a good girl. And terribly patient. She deserved to have her future daughter at her side!
When the right Slayer finally arrived, they'd paint the city until the streets ran scarlet. But, before they did, they'd have to go shopping. They needed to look pretty for the end of the world.
This hat certainly wouldn't do. Although Drusilla couldn't see her reflection when she twirled in front of the mirror, she could imagine it. The colours were wrong. The flowers were wilted.
The vampire plucked the hat off her head and tossed it to one side, narrowly missing the tablet that she'd discarded earlier.
"You don't go to the right funerals," she snapped at the shop assistant, "I need a hat for a party."