She looked out beyond the two to see the other vampires standing over their ravaged prey, watching - waiting. "I do not understand," she whispered more to herself than to those who stood before her.

The one called Drusilla came forward then and climbed up into the back of the truck. Scylla suddenly felt calmer, almost peaceful.

"Do you not know me?" a guttural, distant voice asked from deep within Drusilla's throat. The madwoman moved her hair away from her forehead to expose the mark there.

Scylla gasped. "Laibach." The notion that the Elder god had again answered her call was almost too much for her to bear. She felt somehow both humbled and raised to glory, all at once.

Drusilla reached up with her hands to hold her face. "I have need of you."

"I am yours," Scylla replied in a trembling whisper.

"Yes. Yes you are."

Their lips locked in a kiss of passion and utter devotion.