The vampire shook her head. Yes, she enjoyed carnage and bloodshed and pretty messes on pavements slick with scarlet. The joy of it, the thrill of it, the scent of it. It was in her nature. It was one of the strongest things in the world.

But it wasn't the strongest. Her love for her family was stronger. For all her faults, Drusilla adored her family. Her Daddy - or what was left of him, trapped in the Angel Beast - and her little brother and her darling Spike and the Dawn bird and her Slayer.

"I won't be fighting for them," she said, with something close to derision. She'd be fighting for the only people in any world that mattered.

(She'd bristled, just a little, at the word 'creep'. It wasn't the time or the place, but the Master had been a good friend and she missed him terribly.)