Drusilla
"Run and catch, run and catch, the lamb is caught in the blackberry patch."

"All alone. All alone in the dirt.
We've lost our way and the little wormy won't dance if he's told to."

"You can't love without a soul."
"Oh we can, you know. We can love quite well. If not wisely."
    I suppose I am to blame for her becoming, but she doesn't despise me for it. Despite all the times I ignored her and lost patience with her she was still always there for me, and I was much nicer to her and her dolls than Angelus.
    When she sired me I was angry, very angry, but now I know I can never be angry with her. Maybe when it was just us, (Angelus, Dru, and me), I resented her, but she offered me another woman to talk with and keep company with, even if most of the time I din't really understand her. In a way she'll always be a girl, with her dolls and her longing for a whole family, but she is the strongest of us all. She sees the truth and listens to it. Angelus has a soul, Spike has a chip, I came back wrong - Dru is the only one who hasn't truly changed; nor has she been touched by that unnatural sickening love for a mortal. All she wants is her family, and I don't know how to give it to her. I ask myself again and again how I let us all fall apart; I tried to get us all back, I did and I couldn't. She wanted me to give her a new family in the wine cellar. She'd sire Lilah and I'd sire Lindsey, give her a new daddy, but I couldn't. I can't hide how I really feel about Lindsey from Dru; she knows, sometimes I think she knows more about me than I do. Her visions - I wonder if she ever saw what was to become of me.
    She knew I missed my heartbeat, maybe I still do. whenever she tells the truth all I want to do is punish her for it because it hurts me, because I can't listen to it, not all of it. She says I'm her daughter when we argue, but she still calls me grandmother (cringe) or grandmummy, and she still looks to me to make things right, but I think even now she realizes that our family is forever gone.
    Sometimes I still think about her turning; it frightened me. Drusilla was the moment Angelus had gone beyond my expectations and it thrilled and appalled me. Yes, appalled, because I knew then that he was destined for more than I ever imagined, more than I desired, that he might have it in him to one day harm me. Part of me wanted to help her as she cried out, not to save her, but to snap her neck before he inflicted his final torment upon her, more to save myself, but it was as if my body wasn't my body; I couldn't move and all I could do was comply with his upscale deviance and Dru became that night in the convent.
    I felt that I shouldn't let such wickedness befall on another woman, but I succumbed to him and let him ruin her. It was the first time I realized there was something more than the demon in me, and that frightened me, too. I used to think she hated me for allowing him to do that to her, but she doesn't, and even when I pretend to be cross with her I never am. I don't blame her or hate her for siring me. Like The Master she saved me with good intentions; she sired me out of love and no lies.