realityshifted | 008 [The Coming Dawn]

[Drusilla's eyes are wide when she steps on to the Plane. They have a slightly glazed look to them, as if she's been gazing for too long at something too far away.

(Which is exactly what she has been doing, of course. It's been hard for her to see lately, terribly hard. The future is all in a tangle. She can't tell where the threads are leading, or which one she's supposed to take, and this is the first little glimpse she's had in a very long while. It's frightening, setting your feet down when you can't see the path properly. It makes her stomach twist up into knots.)]

Dawn is coming. The skies will part and the whole world will be swallowed up in light all over again.

[She touches her temple, her eyelids flickering shut for a second.]

I shall have to find a new set of shadows to hide in.

[The man she usually hides behind, her Spike, is being drawn away from her. The pull of the Slayer is getting stronger. Drusilla can feel it. She'll have to cling tight to her deadly boy. She'll have to dig in her little claws.]

OOC: I'm a big fan of keeping things logical and ordered, so Drusilla - who has already made her way through series four - is going to move on to series five of Buffy. This is set just after the episode 'Buffy versus Dracula'.

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[This is Sorin's faintly sceptical face] ...Dawn comes every day.

[Oh, Drusilla chuckles at that.] Not this one. Not this one.

...What's different about this one?

[She sniffs, looking around for a second as if she can see the changes taking place already.]

Why should I tell you? A naughty little stranger, asking princess questions when he hasn't even made his bows. We can't have that.

[He stares at her for a second and then sighs and bows] Greetings, I am Sorin. Sorry for any rudeness.

[He bowed. Good boy. She'd been expecting a name without all the politeness.

With a smile that falls just short of a smirk, Drusilla dips down into a curtsy. It is not an example of courtly elegance. Like all her movements, it is graceful, but in an almost unnatural way.]

And I'm Drusilla.

[Sorin is always polite! Especially to ladies]

...What does this dawn involve?

Sunlight. It always involves the sunlight.

[This is Sorin restraining a facepalm] Of course, but why is that special?

Because it's a new sun. A red sky in the morning, oh yes.

[...That doesn't sound good] ...Does that mean a war then? A blood red sky usually predicts that sort of thing.

You know your shepherds! A war. Maybe. I can't tell yet.

...My what?

Interesting, but there will be blood?

Red sky in the morning, shepherds warning.

[Drusilla sang out the chant, then laughed, then gave him a sudden hard look, drinking him. A funny thing, he was. A strange scent that wasn't human and wasn't right, but wasn't her sort of demon either.]

You can't have a war without blood.

[He nods thoughtfully and then blinks at her hard look, before narrowing his eyes slightly in return... Now that he thinks to sniff slightly her scent isn't quite right either, for one thing it doesn't actually exist which really only means one thing]

You can have a war of words.... Excuse me, but are you a vampire?