"My name is Drusilla and I'm a princess," she said as she lounged on the velvet sofa, a smile on her face.
The smile faded slightly and a pout began to form. "Yes, I know I'm a vampire, but I'm also a princess."
One dainty foot stamped on the floor and her brow wrinkled. "Because my daddy said so." The smile returned, rather dreamily. "He made me his princess, through pain, such rending pain. He tore away the old me, the innocent me, freeing his princess." Her eyes focused suddenly, sharply. "Daddy loves me."
Her brow furrowed again, this time joined by clenching of her fists. "Yes he does, he does. Not that horrible girl with her hard, sharp body and her snippy mouth, and her good heart, that stinking, rotten good heart. Daddy loves his princess," she finished, with utter conviction.
Picking up a doll, she held its porcelain red mouth to her ear, nodding. "Yes, I know that. Daddy has his soul again and is no fun anymore." She listened some more, then growled at the doll and shook it. "You are saying very naughty things, Miss Edith. You must be punished." As she snapped at the doll, she turned it over on its stomach and began to smack its bottom. "Daddy says that princesses need their bums spanked every day."
The growl returned and she frowned, smacking the doll harder. "Real daddy does NOT love that horrible girl, too. He loves me, me, me. Just because he never killed her-- rip her heart out and make her eat it--doesn't mean he loves her. All that yucky purity, that useless innocence, that wretched soul..."
She threw the doll across the room and stomped both her feet on the floor. "You shall have no cakes and no tea and no tongue, missy."
Crossing her arms over her chest, she pouted and mewled, occasionally stamping one foot or the other, until she finally began to calm down and a slow smile crossed her face.
"Spike loves me. He doesn't love her. He tried to kill her for princess." The smile faded slightly and her eyes blinked, narrowing. "But then...everything went wrong. He...he was naughty. He..." She began to fold in on herself, wrapping her arms around herself tighter and rocking on the sofa. "He hit me. My Spike. He worships me--kiss my lily white toes--and he hit me and took me away, away from my Angel, my daddy, my god."
Tears leaked out of her stricken eyes. "He doesn't understand that I belong to daddy first. I saw it, in his eyes, the anger, the burning, hateful anger. He hates my Angel. He hates...me."
Fury swept across her face and she pounded her fists into the cushions. "It's all her fault. That bitch. That slayer. She stole them all, even my Spike. Made him turn from me; made him help her fight daddy."
"Weakness. She is their weakness. I shall kill her, in front of them, slowly," she said in a sharp, strong voice as a brilliantly evil smile formed on her expressive face. "They shall all pay for turning from me."
"Why? Because I'm a princess and princesses always get their way."
She rose to her feet and traipsed across the room, her smile changing slightly to a smirk.
"And you shall help me, be my weapon, my lure, my trap."
The creature that had once been Willow Rosenberg smiled, a gloriously wicked smile, and wiped the blood from her first victim from her chin. "Whatever you want, my princess."
And Drusilla laughed.
End