All monsters aren’t created equal. Some are “dark and full of terrors;” others—like the woman who spoke the title of this post—are murderous and beautiful, and their minds are half-caged in the twisted wires of psychosis. My pick for today’s entry to May Monster Madness belongs to the latter group, and she comes with a full membership to the exclusive lunacy gone wild club.
My favorite Joss Whedon character (second only to Willow) is mad all the way to her fangs. I love the way Whedon uses Drusilla’s words to make her sound as insane as she looks. Here is a good example: “Spike, do you love my insides? All the parts you can’t see?” How do you answer that? If you say yes, she might get all excited, and suggest that you let her cut you up to see if she loves your liver as much as she loves your smile. Does this picture of Drusilla remind you of anyone else?
Craziness doesn’t keep Drusilla from burying herself (and others) in the art of healthy hobbies. Oh no. Our versatile bloodsucker enjoys gardening, even if her plans don’t always sprout as hoped: “Do you like daisies? I plant them but they always die. Everything I put in the ground withers and dies.”
Drusilla has a very difficult past, thanks to the unrequired attentions of dark and mysterious Agent Booth. Oops, wrong show. I meant to say that a couple of centuries ago, Angelus (I knew there was an ‘A’ somewhere in his name)stole Drusilla’s innocence. By deflowering her body and plucking out her soul, the vampire who sired her took away our psycho’s only chance at earthly sanity and heavenly sanctity. That would drive any virginal olden day psychic a little mad. Or a lot.
I better stop here. I’ve heard that this beautiful monster suffers no fools. Also, I have been meaning to ask her a question. “Um, Drusilla, why is your pretty little dolly all gagged up?”
“Miss Edith speaks out of turn. She’s a bad example and will have no cakes today.”
Well, I guess I’m done for today. See you later, my Wicked Luvs. If you run into Drusilla, I suggest you keep your thoughts from morphing into words, or she might consider ripping off your tongue. And don’t play Look into My Fingers with her. Not if you value your eyeballs…