When Drusilla awoke, she had a few visions. They were nothing like what her visions used to be. These visions held nothing more but a few things that would happen. And none of it was catastrophic. She forsaw: One wineglass stem breaking. A bloody scythe. Two bras in shreds. The Fire department. One pile of dandelion petals. Absinthe. Fast cars. Sex. And Edward in a corset. Drusilla blinked and ran that one by her brain again. Edward in a corset. The manic grin that always suited her so well... read more
