She could not believe it! After having toted her around in quite an undignified manner, Spike had left her by herself. A perfect brow quirked upward as she was coming out of her latest fugue. Spike had wandered off again. Drusilla was not happy. He was always going off in search of the Slayer. Was she even here? By the way he'd wandered off, Drusilla had surmised that he was off looking for her. Her mind grew agitated at how Spike had proclaimed that others were hunting her down in order to kill her. If her life was being threatened, she couldn't just be left vulnerable and open like that. What was he thinking?
She could have honed in on the scent of the human blood or that bloody shampoo the little girl often used. She started to roll her fingers together and looked around. The madness that had often been consuming her mind for so long left no place for mercy or desire to be kind or gentle to anyone. There was someone else here. She could feel it. This person had the most powerful magic essence she'd ever encountered in her long and tormented life. Spike wanted to find Buffy. Drusilla wanted to know how and why they had all been pulled here. She wandered off from where Spike had left her. She wasn't finding answers this way.
Drusilla had often listened to what the Moon told her. This place unnerved her. She could not hear the moon anymore. Her head canted to the left as if she was trying her best to hear the moon. Nothing was coming. The world was still. This was not their world. This was powerful witchcraft. If she could meet the one who was powerful enough to generate this entire world, then perhaps she could get rid of all these tottering fools once and for all.
Drusilla's goal was always to bring her "family" back together again. Anyone who stood in that way would be obliterated from the face of the earth with extreme prejudice. She had been the happiest when the four of them were terrorizing Europe. Her sweet William had been such a precious gem so long ago. Daddy had that unfortunate incident with Gypsies and grew a conscience. That was when everything started to go to pieces. She missed it all and she wanted it back.
Drusilla was now a considerable distance away from where Spike had left her. She was using her own second sight to try and follow where the point of origin for the magic was. If anyone was yelling for her, she didn't hear them. She was off in her own little world once more. She was very cool and collected at times when she had a specific focus. Right now she was hyperfixated on this magic that seemed to hold this world together.
She had lost the distant look in her eye when she was lost to her madness. Her look right now was that of a hunter. She would not hesitate to attack anyone who tried to stop her. She didn't get direction from the moon, so she did the next best thing. The more she focused on the magic she became, the more deadly her gaze was. There was something else to consider about Drusilla. She was hungry. Some would call her a ripper but she wasn't. She knew some rippers in her life and slept with most of them. Rippers were always repentant. Drusilla never was.
Drusilla wanted something dead and she didn't care what it was. Her rage was reaching a virulent crescendo. May God have pity on anyone who crossed her.
