Zombie Aftermath

Drusilla crept through the sewer entrance into the basement of the dorms. Zombies. Her favorite. Dance up to them, twist them in the direction you want them to go, and listen to the screams that followed. The beauty of the night had practically made her weep, and she'd shared it all with her Spike.

The only thing that had ruined it was hearing the faint flutterings of Angel against her mind, but she'd ignored it and gloried at the flames burning in Spike's eyes instead. Not here, not real, not true. Nononono.

She could check up on Daddy later. For now, she needed rest.