(1880, London. )

DARLA: So beautiful. Not a blemish, not a freckle. Perhaps we should have preserved that beauty for eternity.

ANGELUS: Still he won't now age.

DARLA: No, but he'll rot. Seems a pity.

DRUSILLA: When I bit into him, I could hear the ocean.

DARLA: Of course you could.

DRUSILLA: I'm full and warm - yet all alone.

ANGELUS: That's not true, precious. You've got us.

DRUSILLA: Not in the least. You won't even hurt me just a little bit.

DARLA: All you have to do is ask.

DRUSILLA: No. His head's too full of you, grandmother.

DARLA: Stop calling me that.

DRUSILLA: Don't be cross. I could be your mummy.

ANGELUS: Well, if you're lonely, Dru, why don't you make yourself a playmate?

DRUSILLA: I could. I could pick the wisest and bravest knight in all the land - and make him mine forever with a kiss.

(Just then a crying William (aka pre-vamp Spike) bumps into them)

William: You - watch where you're going!

(staggers on, Dru looks after him)

DARLA: Or you could just take the first drooling idiot that comes along.

ANGELUS: You think she'll find a good one?

DARLA: I found you.

• Angel(us) & Drusilla
• historical flash backs
• Spike & Drusilla
• the life & times of Angelus

written by: Tim Minear; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, reformatted and double checked against source by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/a29darla.html