"Eat something, Drusilla," Dracula said, watching Dru dance around with Miss Edith.
"The stars sing of fun beauty."
"Did my dark godess have another vision?" Vlad asked, his interest piqued.
"The slayers gather this fall. Lessons in death and destruction. My pretty one will be there, the one that smells so deliciously strong."
"The alien hybrid?"
"Yes. Can't kill her yet, she has prophesies to fulfill, but the young ones shall be easy pickings. So many. William brought me Slayer blood once, in China, it was intoxicating. Kendra was so super sweet as well."
"Slayers we shall have. The States are ripe with their plump veins. Where do we go after New York?"
"Cleveland. Naughty little Rupert is gathering girls. So sweet, ripe and juicy and ready for picking."
"Their entrails shall be the garlands around your neck. But first, you really must eat something." The two dark children of Hecate wandered off into the night for blood.