Darla emerged from the underground lair. The Master may be trapped underground, but the upside was he was trapped in America. Away from austere Europe, still suffering the effects of the war. America was vibrant. The young people were taking over, with rock and roll music, fashion and colour. They were even expressing themselves sexually in ways they never had before. In dark alleys, the blood pumping from dancing and arousal.
While the adults bemoaned the Devils music and loose morals, it was the perfect place for a vampire to hunt. “Shake, Rattle and Roll” played, as her victim died.
Spike and Drusilla were in New York, they prowled the smoky dance rooms, listening to the music. Elvis Presley was the man, he had the music, made films, and set the young women’s heart racing with his good looks. Drusilla loved to be in the heart of the whole experience. She danced with the men, while luring them outside with promises of delights they only dreamed of. Spike looked on from the shadows, selecting his own meal.
As Drusilla returned, they both took the dance floor, laughing as they did the jive with supernatural grace and glee to “Heartbreak Hotel”.