Drusilla was enraged. The toast had been buttered wrong, the cakes were ruined and dinner had been old and his blood came in clumps. "Rain down little terror. Kill the children hide the chickens." Drusilla chanted. Throwing wide the mansion doors she stalked out into the night air.

The moon was full and the stars were dull in comparison. It made her cross. Walking into town she spotted the club the Bronze. In a moment of complete lucidity, Drusilla tore a large wooden pole off of a nearby fence. Today they would all be good.

Throwing the club doors open, Drusilla grabbed the bouncer and kissed him. "Death is standing at the door. Death's kissed you. Touch the floor." Snapping his neck she made way through the crowd. Everyone she touched crumpling as she broke a neck or spine or punctured a vital organ with her clawed hands. The music stopped as she killed the barmaid. With an audible plop, her lungs fell out. Then there was the screaming.

Grinning like the beast of hell inside, Drusilla called to her children. "You will all be good. BE GOOD. No more shouting and dancing and playing when should be sitting still." Blood ran down her arms mingling with the shade of her dress. "I'll not bear it any longer."

 
The crowd parted. Drusilla crowed. Buffy stood in the center. "All right Drusilla. You've had your fun. Now it's time to go home." The stake appeared in her hand and Drusilla stifled a whimper. You've planned for this . . . the madness told her. We are ready for the slayer . . . DO IT.

Buffy advanced on Drusilla as she swayed to the music of a good plan. Then gracefully the goddess turned in a circle, slowly, lazily until with snake speed she pulled aimed and fired. A smoking hole appeared in Buffy's chest like a blossoming flower. Shock from her soul screaming free of her body made Drusilla laugh as she replaced the . 45 in the hidden holster under her corset.

The crowd was frozen. Drusilla liked that. The grin that spread plague fast across her features touched and tingled every part of her. Then an annoying voice stopped her from watching the spreading pool of Buffy blood. It was anguished. Drusilla turned to face her sire.

"Oh, God . ." He whispered seeing the blood glowing behind Dru's stormy eyes. Dru continued to smile. "Hello daddy. See what your kitten has done. See what you have done." As Angel's eyes glazed over in pain, Drusilla'a pleasure increased to unbearable levels. "This is all your fault. You made mummie. I must remember to thank you." Drusilla staked him with the piece of fence. "Sorry. But I am too old for Angels."

Then she faced her audience. They let out a collective whimper. Brandishing her bloodied claw tips, Dru let the demon show through her thin skin. "Tonight you will ALL learn to be good. Every last one a good still Kitten."