#drusillawantstoplay

     “M’here, love,” he whispered against her hair, against her pale lips where he kissed her. “M’here now. S’all right.”

“You...you never noticed them?  Whole flocks of birds that only exist in this garden because their planets are destroyed or lost to time?”

He smirked, “Yup what did you think that dry erase board was for?  Hangman?”

@drusillawantstoplay

     “My experience with vampires has been limited but--I dunno. You’ve got the creepy factor, yeah. Is that intentional or...?”

   “Is that right?” Smirking tempting the corners of her lips, Tara tilted her head, blue eyes staring back at the other vampire. 

   “Don’t like being scolded like a bad kitten...” Willow answered, leaning her cheek into her sire’s touch. As much as the tone and wording were sometimes exaggerated by the fledgling, the meaning behind them was hardly in the same category. 

“Piss off,” he repeated, nerves making him enunciate his words more. Cursing himself on his stupidity won’t help him in any way tonight. All he had to do was keep a safe distance as the vampire went closer, and stall. He didn’t think he had any clear advantage against a clearly experienced vampire such as Drusilla.