025: Home is Where the Heart Used to Be [Visual]
Drusilla rarely dreamed for the sake of dreaming. Though the future could be pleasant enough, the fragments that crept into her head while she slept were generally too disjointed to be genuinely enjoyable. Putting the pieces together took effort and keeping things secret ... well, that was enough to tire anyone. Even her.
She missed them when they weren't there, though. In fact, waking up to find that her head was as empty as her bed - no pretty boys or delicate girls to devour for breakfast, no dolls to lavish with attention, no companion to share her darkest heart with - was enough to send a shiver up her spine. She didn't like it.
Where had she gone? She couldn't remember leaving the city, but, at the same time, knew that she must have been somewhere else.
If the hamsters had invited her to a party, they should have let her keep the favours.
The vampire stretched, slipping out of the tangled silk sheets and walking to the window. It was night. Cool and soft and false. Some things would never change.
She picked up her tablet. That hadn't changed, either. She didn't like technology, but at least familiar technology could be watched. She knew how to make sure that it didn't bite her when her back was turned.
"I hope someone remembered to tend Miss Edith," she said, by way of greeting.
She hoped they'd missed her.
She missed them when they weren't there, though. In fact, waking up to find that her head was as empty as her bed - no pretty boys or delicate girls to devour for breakfast, no dolls to lavish with attention, no companion to share her darkest heart with - was enough to send a shiver up her spine. She didn't like it.
Where had she gone? She couldn't remember leaving the city, but, at the same time, knew that she must have been somewhere else.
If the hamsters had invited her to a party, they should have let her keep the favours.
The vampire stretched, slipping out of the tangled silk sheets and walking to the window. It was night. Cool and soft and false. Some things would never change.
She picked up her tablet. That hadn't changed, either. She didn't like technology, but at least familiar technology could be watched. She knew how to make sure that it didn't bite her when her back was turned.
"I hope someone remembered to tend Miss Edith," she said, by way of greeting.
She hoped they'd missed her.