The smoke swirled around her as she sauntered into the room, heels clicking on the scummy floor. The indigo satin clung to her body, accentuating glorious curve after curve, a body that held no hint of the baby that once was housed there. Her soft hair glistened, pulled off of her neck, held with a single glistening clip. Her eyes darted amongst the crowd, predatory, laughing.

All heads turned her way.

Drusilla knew how to make an entrance. In the time since becoming a vampire, her self esteem took a large leap. Absolutely positive of her presence and poise, she used the sleazy bar to hunt down those things she craved.

Sex, blood, and a good time.

But the train of her thoughts never truly left… she listened to the trivial thinking of the customers without a second thought. She honed her senses in for the one who was meant for her, someone alone, needing, and desperately drunk. Gender was irrelevant.

Until the train of consciousness was cut off by a set of familiar thoughts. Vaguely familiar, but the association was there. She moved, as if in a dream, towards them.

“Ethan.”

He looked up, eyes bleared with the Jose Cuervo he had been guzzling. A dim recognition shone out at the sight of her, the woman who had known his thoughts. “Err, hi…”

“Listen, it’s crowded in here, smoke does little or nothing for my hair, and I am ravishingly hungry. You want to get out of here for a bit?”

He nodded, practically falling off of the stool. She helped him up, smiling, ignoring the cloud of tequila floating around him. Arm in arm, they walked out of the bar.

The cool night air bathed their skin, washing the ick and oog of the bar away. Ethan’s eyes brightened, and a smile touched his lips. “Um, Drusilla?”

“Call me Dru, sugar.”

“Dru? Why on earth did you come looking for me?”

Dru laughed under her breath. Apparently the liquor hadn’t worn off yet. “Erm, Ethan, I wasn’t. . . I was just looking for someone to party with. And I bumped into you, Xavier’s sitter.”

“Yeah, he’s a wonderful little chap. Seems to love you, too.”

“Well, I am his surrogate mom.” She stared sidelong at him, waiting for the reaction.

Ethan seemed unimpressed. “Well, that would be required, considering the nature of the gents’ relationship.” Suddenly, he gripped his head. “Yark…”

“Feeling the Cuervo?”

“Intensely. Don’t know why I drink the bloody shit, anyways.”

“Speaking of drinking blood. . .”

Dru stood, seeing movement in the bushes. Before Ethan could react, she darted into the shadows, rustling the leaves. In a second, she had emerged holding a teenaged boy by the chin, her face wrinkled and demonic. “I haven’t eaten yet, and I’m beginning to have visions. . .”

She smirked. “. . .well, more visions.”

And with that, she plunged, sinking her fangs into the boy’s throat. Feeding quickly, she satiated the bloodlust. Ethan looked on, surprise and amusement on his face. Then he returned to massaging his temples.

Dru dropped the dry husk, annoyed. “Grrrr!”

Ethan just stared, eyes crinkling with amusement.

“Snarl! Rrrrrruff! Grr!” At the lack of response from Ethan, Dru pushed out her lower lip. “Hello? Vampire? Aren’t you shocked?”

“Not particularly.”

She walked towards a bench, plunking down halfheartedly. She stared off into space, eyes blank, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees.

“Considering that you bore the child of a vampire and his mortal lover, it’s really not surprising.” Ethan sat down beside her, continuing to rub his temples.

She smiled. Any guy that could utter a statement like that, and still keep a straight face, must be something. Standing up, she stood before him, blocking his path. Ethan became instantly aware of her perfume, of the full swell of her breast, straining the purple satin. He caught himself wondering whether or not she wore anything beneath it.

“You know, Ethan, you seem to think an awful lot about my underwear. . . or lack, therof.”

His mouth dropped open.

“Ahh. . . glad to see you finally shocked at something.” Sliding her arms around his neck, she climbed onto his lap. As she rubbed her crotch against his groin slowly, her mouth, cold as ice, began to rain tiny kisses down on his face. “And drunk nonetheless. . .this could be fun.”

Ethan mumbled something, tongue think with liquor and satin.

She darted in, lips meeting his. Her tongue slithered into his mouth like a hungry snake, her hands sliding down to rip open his shirt. Ethan tried to grope back, but his hands met slippery satin, sliding too much for his numb mind to handle.

Dru stood, lifting him by the shoulders, pushing him into the bushes. He winced as he felt threads of blood being drawn by the thorns. But the pain soon was forgotten, as Dru unzipped his fly, pulling his hardening cock out into the air. Before he could squeak, her mouth was on him, tongue quickly and eagerly tracing the ridges of the head, sending rivulets of heat through his legs. His thigh twitched slightly as he lay his head back, panting.

Her hands met the base of his cock, massaging it, pausing every so often to tickle his balls. It quickly built to hardness, swelling under her deft touch. Her tongue lapped and pressed, teeth grazing the skin ever so lightly. Ethan could feel the release coming.

But then she stopped, sitting back on her heels, smiling coyly at him. He stared incredulously at her, a already healing scratch standing out on her pale cheek.

“Wha…?”

“It occured to me that this wasn’t a proper date.”

“Huh…?”

She smiled broadly. “Usually, when I meet men and have random sex with them, I kill them after. But you, I’m not going to kill.”

“Why not??” He was almost pleading. Realizing the sound of his voice, Ethan mentally smacked himself.

“Because I like you, Ethan. And Xavy likes you. So, are you gonna take me on a date or what?”

Ethan shuddered, the pent up pressure biting at him. “Um, okay… how about tomorrow night, 8 o’ clock, I’ll meet you at your place?” He squirmed.

Happily, Dru bounced to her feet. “Sounds good. You can get the address from Xander and Angelus.” Smoothing the wrinkles from her dress, she threw a smile at him. Then she turned and prepared to head out of the bushes.

But something made her hesitate.

She turned, kneeling down. “I guess I owe you this.”

And with a firm brush over his cock, brought Ethan to quick, fierce orgasm.

And like that, she was gone.

Leaving Ethan, for perhaps the first time in his life, totally speechless.