Drusilla smiled demurely at that comment, making no attempt to deny it and knowing that confirmation was unnecessary. Angelus had realised how special she was straight away. He'd crafted her into something even more exciting in the months and years that had followed.

"You must be lonely."

It was a statement rather than a question. Drusilla was mad, but she trusted. She trusted her version of the Slayer and the Angel Beast and her ersatz family. She wasn't alone.