016: Beating to a Funeral Song [Accidental Visual / Location: Hyperion Hotel]

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She could feel her heart beating.

The blood pulsed through her veins to a rhythm that, once upon a time, Drusilla would have danced along to. But she wasn't dancing today. Because it was her heart. A heart that had been silenced for centuries.

Her eyes snapped open.

No. Not her eyes. She'd fallen asleep as a vampire, safe in the forest and with Miss Edith in her arms. She'd woken up as a human. And not just any human. Somehow, she'd slipped into the skin of the Vision Girl.

For a long time, there was nothing but silence. It shattered with a scream and, for an even longer amount of time, Drusilla didn't realise that it was coming from her lips.

She screamed and she screamed and then, because there was nothing else she could do, she laughed.

The Vision Girl's heart kept on beating.

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[Visual]

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"Well, if you could come up with an idea about where to start, that would be great."

Inside, she laughed musically at the wonderful joke she was playing on everyone. She should have been an actress. There was something terribly appealing about the idea of seeing her name in lights and the prospect of receiving flowers from adoring fans.

[Visual]

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Laughing? Weird. Willow shrugs it off.

"Working on it. I'll let you know when we come up with something."

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"Thanks," she said, because, like Drusilla, Cordelia was polite when it suited her. "I'll let you know if we find something first."

The Slayer's friends versus the Angel Beast's little family. That would be exciting.