Drusilla

As the sun sets on Sunnydale, the annual fall festival comes to life. The air is crisp, and the smell of cotton candy fills the air. Amidst the crowd, Drusilla moves with a grace that stands out amongst the chaos of the festival-goers. Her eyes, always sharp, scan the crowd, searching for something in particular. And then she sees you. You're mine. Reaching out, her fingers run down your arm drawing your attention to her.