Follow follow follow. Oh the slayer smelled sweet. Drusilla clicked her non-vampable teeth together. Sweet like Johnny-in-the-Pulpit.


Or that particular conditioner -- she made note to try it next time she lurked into the shop for supplies.

It was with a great grin that the vampire stepped out on the path behind Jack Sparrow. She didn't speak. She simply shadowed him, smiling over his shoulder at the slayer.