The Devil who knows you
Drusilla wandered back to the bar where she had first sighted the dusted vamp. Her skull was pounding in a rhythm, the pain fierce but not overwhelming. She was afraid that it might become so, but she also wanted it to fulfill it's promise. The drums, the drums, they called her nearer, to war, to war! It was going to be brilliant, she could feel it. The Boxer Rebellion all over again.
She danced, mixing with the humans on the floor, giving into her whims as they came. Her blood was hot and rushing in her ears.
And suddenly, she stopped. She stood perfectly still, listening. Her head tilted dramatically as she listened to the sweet, sudden sound of silence.
"It's time!" She shouted, at the top of her lungs, and laughed.
She danced, mixing with the humans on the floor, giving into her whims as they came. Her blood was hot and rushing in her ears.
And suddenly, she stopped. She stood perfectly still, listening. Her head tilted dramatically as she listened to the sweet, sudden sound of silence.
"It's time!" She shouted, at the top of her lungs, and laughed.