Drusilla paced as she waited in the graveyard for her new toy to rise. Grandmummy and Daddy had already disposed of the caretaker, though Drusilla had pouted mightily that they had told her that she could not help. "You must feed with your toy first," Grandmummy had said. "How else is he to find out what he needs to do? It wouldn’t do for him to get captured on his first night out. Now, make sure he's taken care of, granddaughter. We're off to hunt and will see you in the morning," she said before tapping Drusilla on the nose and entwining her arm into Angelus'. The two of them walked off, Darla humming to herself.
Drusilla hissed softly, pulled out of her thoughts as she noticed that the loose dirt on the top of the grave her toy had been placed in was moving slightly. She crouched down at the foot of the grave, and started digging with her hands, helping her toy out. Grandmummy and Daddy would not approve, but she wasn't going to risk losing her toy because he couldn't get out of his grave before sunrise.
After a few minutes, she purred as pale, dirt-covered fingers poked out of the soil. She dug faster, eager to have her toy feel his first breeze as a creature of the night.
Soon, she had him free enough that she was able to wrap her arms around him and pull him out. She had to rap him on the back of the head to stun him for a moment, though, as he was panicked and fought her when she tried to help him out.
"Naughty puppy. Shouldn't fight mummy when she's pulling you into life," she hissed as her new toy's waist was free. She dropped him on the ground. "Now you're going to have to pull your legs out yourself. I think you bruised your Mummy," she said, fingering her ribcage, where a wild punch had landed. "Puppy doesn't know his own strength."
She pouted as she watched the young man for a few moments. He laid on the ground, looking dazed. She hissed in annoyance after a few moments and crouched down next to him. She tapped the back of his head with her folded fan. "You do need to work on getting your legs loose, puppy. We don't have all night," she said, talking as if she was talking to a child. In some ways, she was.
After a few moments, the man started scrabbling into the dirt, pulling himself out slowly, inch by slow inch. Drusilla clapped her hands and cheered her toy on, and after a good 10 or 15 minutes, he was free.
Drusilla helped him stand up, smiling brightly. "Welcome to your new life, puppy!" she said, brushing dirt off his cheeks and lip and planting a passionate kiss on the confused, newly-born vampire's lips.
you evil, evil enabler.
Drusilla hissed softly, pulled out of her thoughts as she noticed that the loose dirt on the top of the grave her toy had been placed in was moving slightly. She crouched down at the foot of the grave, and started digging with her hands, helping her toy out. Grandmummy and Daddy would not approve, but she wasn't going to risk losing her toy because he couldn't get out of his grave before sunrise.
After a few minutes, she purred as pale, dirt-covered fingers poked out of the soil. She dug faster, eager to have her toy feel his first breeze as a creature of the night.
Soon, she had him free enough that she was able to wrap her arms around him and pull him out. She had to rap him on the back of the head to stun him for a moment, though, as he was panicked and fought her when she tried to help him out.
"Naughty puppy. Shouldn't fight mummy when she's pulling you into life," she hissed as her new toy's waist was free. She dropped him on the ground. "Now you're going to have to pull your legs out yourself. I think you bruised your Mummy," she said, fingering her ribcage, where a wild punch had landed. "Puppy doesn't know his own strength."
She pouted as she watched the young man for a few moments. He laid on the ground, looking dazed. She hissed in annoyance after a few moments and crouched down next to him. She tapped the back of his head with her folded fan. "You do need to work on getting your legs loose, puppy. We don't have all night," she said, talking as if she was talking to a child. In some ways, she was.
After a few moments, the man started scrabbling into the dirt, pulling himself out slowly, inch by slow inch. Drusilla clapped her hands and cheered her toy on, and after a good 10 or 15 minutes, he was free.
Drusilla helped him stand up, smiling brightly. "Welcome to your new life, puppy!" she said, brushing dirt off his cheeks and lip and planting a passionate kiss on the confused, newly-born vampire's lips.