Note:  I cheated a little, by having Dru visit her own future through a vision, but I'm strangely comfortable with the cheating.

“Let’s have a taste, pet.”

Drusilla bolted upright, her heart pounding. She was used to the nightmares by now. At least she’d thought she was. The dark-haired man always haunted her dreams, watching from the dark, smiling, seductive. Pure evil masked by an angel’s face.

But this man was different, if one could call him a man at all—strangely dressed, white-haired, terrifying deformities twisting his features. Worse, she’d seen herself, pale and drawn, with her own monstrous visage, laughing and—

Drusilla fell back, exhausted. When she took final vows, the visions would finally stop.

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