Tea partys of the crazy kind (open)

[Drusilla]

Her dark eyes focused on the man before her, a man who was bound and gagged. His screams had been sweet music to her ears but had made Miss Edith quite cross. Miss Edith never cared much for screams. She would whisper that they gave her a horrible headache. She could hear the broken bits rattling around in her porcelain head. Miss Edith only wanted her cakes and dresses and tea parties today. “Today was not a day to be naughty.” She had warned.

The woman hadn’t listened. She circled around the man, singing in low, dulcet tones. It could have been mistaken for the voice of an angel, especially when accompanied with her sweet angelic face. But the innocence of the childlike angel was marred when the tone was laced with the woman’s bloodlust. “Ring around the rosy...” The woman paused as she brushed darkly painted fingernails across the back of the man’s neck. She tilted her head as she saw his hairs prick up at attention. It brought a proud smile to her blood-caked lips.

“Like little soldiers...all in a row.” She spoke softly as if the slightest word would cause them all to fall over, cards blown over by too strong of a wind or rather, the escape of dead breath. A song started to spring to her mind. It was wholly different from the classic about the Black Death she had been singing moments before.

[blackheart]

“Little girls shouldn’t play with their food…” A voice spoke from the shadowed recesses of the room. A moment of silence passed before a dark wind crept within, slowly amalgamating until it formed a large foreboding creature, Blackheart.

“…Drusilla…” Blackheart said as he leaned himself against the wall on the farthest corner from the vampire and her potential meal. He had never dealt with vampires enough to hold an adequate feel for them, but at the very least, they were a step above humans. He had come to attend to business matters, but for now, he would keep things adequately cordial, lest this woman act…unpredictably.