How could anyone - even a human - be revolted by something so pure and so true? There were times when Drusilla thought that blood was the only real thing in the world. It had no choice but to tell the truth, while she spoke in riddles and shared half truths because her friends and enemies alike were rarely ready for her words.

"I broke the window," she answered honestly, looking up at Angel with unblinking eyes. "It was trying to tell me a story."