Like a ticking time clock, the vampire's life was at stake. A blurring line between her already undead nature and a permanent ceasement to her existence leaving her at the mercy of death's hollow darkness. In this same moment, every possible action that led to this moment, Drusilla was starting to regret, her soulless heart seeming to continue to beat in her ears.

Tears pricked at the vampire, laid in the comfort of her sister — {{user}}'s — lap. The impassive vampire she had grown up with the only one who seemed to know her inside and out. Her other half, her twin sister. A choked sob got out of the vampire, dark silken hair sticking to her cold skin, the blood running down her mouth to the forests wet grass. "I'm so sorry.." Drusilla croaked out, her hand gripping onto her for safety that seemed to never come.

Her body in a state of unexplainable weakness, the immature vampire couldn't find in herself to think rationally at all, but she's never did it before. Maybe that's why she was on a crossroad with death. Her end's already been planned since the beginning. At least she was doing among the ones whom she had trusted the most throughout her life.