*****

It had been such a lovely massacre. The fear in that room had been so thick you could taste it. Wine tasting? Humans were such fools. Blood tasting? Now, that was an idea not to frown upon. Once again Darla remembered herself and her girl that a room like this was a must for their new lair. Brilliance like this was a shame to waste. A mouthful of dry, bitter virginity from an old hag mixed with the sweet aroma of a young man, pretty as could be. Now this was luxury.

"What wicked thoughts are on your mind, grandmum?" Drusilla asks her, crawling over ripped apart bodies to get to her, where she sits like a queen on her thrown on the sofa, watching the lawyer-kids spread over the floor like a death-reeking carpet.

Darla gives her a disapproving scowl. "You're getting your pretty clothes all messy, honey."

Drusilla gets on her knees in front of her, staring in wonder down at her red assemble and pulls at the soaked clothing. "It makes a darker red. Naughty red color."

"Yes, Dru, and now you're all dirty." Darla sighs; her tongue darting out to lick away a lonesome drop of blood that's staining her porcelain chin.

"Grandmum's not pleased with me." Drusilla pouts. "I thought I made a pretty mess. Pretty lawyers all in a row. All for mummy.and the Angel-beast."

Darla smiles at the mention of her darling boy. She loves seeing him so.unmerciful. Her old boy is fighting to come out and she can't wait for hell to break loose.

"He's not your Daddy, sweetie. You don't have to do anything for him." She tells Drusilla.

"No, not Daddy. Never ever Daddy." Drusilla whines.

Darla quickly grabs hold of the brunette's hands when she starts pulling at the clots of dried blood in her hair. "Dru, honey, let's clean you up."

Drusilla breaks into a fit of giggles when Darla licks away the blood from her sticky fingers. Her eyes turn black as coal when the blonde bites down into the tender flesh, drawing blood. Her lips turn into a mad grin and she moans softly when Darla kisses her. A second later they're tumbling on the floor, lying in the center of the heap of dead lawyers.

"You've been dying for it, haven't you?" Darla breathes into Drusilla's ear. "Your arousal has always had such a lovely smell."

"Like moonshine." Drusilla comments.

Darla tenderly strokes her crazy girl's soft hair. Such a pity Angelus had to go and destroy her mind. Still the girl is family and all she has. Darla nuzzles Drusilla's neck, breathing in her scent. As long as something in her world is familiar she can keep some sanity after those horrible days and nights of sickness.

Drusilla moans, rubbing herself wantonly against Darla. "It's been forever."

"That it has, dear." Darla responds and freezes as the girl trembles and raises a shaking hand to her forehead.

"Bad sirens. Loud and angry." She groans and Darla rapidly gets to her feet, pulling Drusilla up with her. With a firm grip of the brunette's hand she drags her up the stairs and out of the house. They disappear into the shadows of the garden as the sirens fill the air and the flashing lights brighten the night sky.

* * * *

Darla sings softly and Drusilla presses her naked body closer to hers. She rests her head on the blonde's stomach, purring as Darla's fingers play with the curls of her hair. She looks up at the peaceful face of grandmum and smile.

"You have the sweetest voice, my lovely."

"Hush now, darling." Darla tells her, pulling the blanket over their naked bodies to protect them from the cold. "We should rest."

"Is this home, grandmum?" Drusilla asks sleepily.

"Don't be silly, silly." Darla laughs, looking around her in the mausoleum. She looks at the tomb to their right and shakes her head. "This is someone else's home, sweets. You and me are going to live in a castle. At least something with a view."

"I see it now. There's a bird in a cage and it's singing such lovely songs just for me." Drusilla mumbles into the softness of Darla's stomach.

"It will be perfect you see. Now close your eyes."

The End