Once upon a time, Drusilla had lived in a cosy little house with a plum tree at the bottom of the garden. In the life after that, she'd travelled from town to town on bloody feet before finding temporary sanctuary from the tin soldiers in the Slayer's basement.

In Taxon, however, she didn't have a home. She was free to wander where she pleased.

It was during her wanderings that she found him. Her two faced hunter. But he smelled different - younger and more vulnerable - and her wide smile grew even brighter as she approached. They'd changed him. He was sweeter and softer now. Old eyes in a young face.

There was no one to miss him. She'd be able to keep him to herself.

"Are you lost?" she purred.