"Because I'm alone and if I help you, I won't be. Darla liked you. You're almost family." It seemed like enough reason for Drusilla. She took Lindsey's hand now and simply pulled him along, walking over the corpse of one man and then moving aside for something no one but her could see. She lived in a strange world, but usually it at least made sense to her.

"Why don't you want to be made?"