She filled his heart like a vast dark hole stretching across the place where his soul had been, but it wasn't hers any longer. She'd been watching for months. Something new grew in his heart, which was also in her since she was his heart. It was all very confusing.
Light, in his heart was a tiny spark of light. The light bloomed into a star, a rose, a love. It was the Slayer, and she'd stolen his heart. Drusilla screamed in terror as the ground opened beneath her feet, leaving her nothing solid, nothing to stand on. She fell.