"She wasn't alone," Drusilla announced to one of her minions. She picked up Miss Edith and hugged her tightly, spinning around on the spot for a second.
"She was with that nasty, dirty boy she's always with now. Darkness and shadows whisper around him, but can't penetrate."
Drusilla pouted to herself, sitting down on the bed. She pulled Miss Edith back and poked her eyes, almost viciously, had Miss Edith been a person and not a doll.
"But the other boy, why, he was lit up like sunshine. Shadows hidden below the surface, but so bright. Just like my Spike." She smiled dreamily, laying back against the pillows. "Stars whispering, psst psst, they will aline and they'll smile down on us."
She slid into game face, forehead ridges, eyes flashing yellow.
"I'll make the pretty sunshine boy mine. And then we'll dance on the nasty Slayer's grave."