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 Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 4:29 am
"Faith! Faith! Help me! Shake me! Wake me up! Something!" But Kennedy's mind seems to be the only thing active at this moment. Her body continues to lie in a sleepy daze. No other movement came across her body. Suddenly silence blows into her mind, followed by a deep voice.
"Where are you, child?"
Her heart begins to take haste as the voice echoes in her mind.
"Why will you not answer?"
Kennedy slowly begins to quicken her breathing, unaware of where that voice was coming from. At the same time, that deep voice almost sound....familiar to her.
"Are you not conscious, child? If you are, please answer. Your kind is...our last hope."
Kennedy suddenly begins to swish her head about as if she were trapped in a nightmare.
"Faith! Help me!" But Kennedy was unable to vocalize her thoughts.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 4:51 am
remember_spike "Well since no one told me about what happened in Sunnydale, I'm a bit surprise.Anyways,what is wrong with this Kennedy you speak of?"Wesley said as he sat down on his couch.He shifted the phone he held in his right hand to his left.
LOS ANGELES
Fred knocked on Wesley's apartment door, a bit timidly.
Did he hear it? Should I knock louder? I don't wanna be rude.
She tapped again, 3 times.
"Wes?"
She'd gone to visit her parents for a few days, and when she got back to the hotel, there'd been no sign of Angel. Fred was hoping Wesley or Gunn had seen him, but she couldn't find Gunn. Or Lorne. And if Wesley didn't answer, well, she surely didn't know what in the world she'd do.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 4:59 am
willow_r_ Willow glanced momentarily at the clothes Phoenix held. She'd said something about it being perfect for Willow, but... Dawn smelled like candy. "I like the drinkies. We should get the drinkies. But...Dawnie.. you can't go drinking alcoholic goodness, you know.. with you being... old enough for stuff... but not old enough to drink...I mean, Buffy would-" The thought of Buffy broke into her haze, and she stepped a few feet away from Dawn. Oh Goddess, oh Goddess, is Dawn hitting on me? Am I hitting on her?? Oh, Goddess.... Willow's mind was busy calling her all sorts of bad things, but whatever it was about Dawn that drew her in was working it's bad mojo again, and Willow let all thoughts slide. She turned to Phoenix and Steph. "Thanks guys... stuff's nice. You should.. bring that upstairs... and go to bed. It's late.. Everyone should just..."She sent a sidelong glance in Dawn's direction. "...go to bed," she finished. She headed to the front door, grabbed her fluffy brown monstrosity of a coat and shrugged into it. "Coming?" she looked at Dawn. Dawn smiled and gabbed the vodka and the glasses for the pair and nodded at Willow "yes" she simply said and waited for her to take the lead She was shocked that Willow had responded so well "I am eighteen though you know so if we were in Australia I could legally drink" she giggled flirtasiously. She looked at Willow and realized just how pretty she is and wandered what she was getting herself into. She didn't want it to be just fun and a one nighter, if anything she wanted something to turn itno more. (This is too funny, lets see what happens eh"?((rotf - right now, on fx, willow just said - i have all sorts of empathy for dawn -- oh, and now is dr. ben- damn i liked him. and pretty pretty glory.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 5:50 am
Finally, Kennedy begins to thrash her body about. Her eyes squint, as if pain was erupting through her veins. Grunts here and there, but nothing coherent. Her fingers clasp onto the bed sheets under her hand, wanting to rip them away, wanting to rip that voice from her mind. She was too afraid to answer. She didn’t know what that voice was and why she was able to hear him. Regardless of its tone, she knew this was not normal. This was done right scary. More grunts. More thrashing.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 6:40 am
(I'M SORRY, BEEN AT WORK A LOT.)
CONNOR CAME INTO THE MANSION, PASSING WILLOW AND DAWN WITH A NOD. HE WAS SEARCHING FOR HIS FATHER. HE'D BEEN WALKING AROUND TOWN, CHECKING THINGS OUT, LOOKING FOR WORK AND MAYBE EVEN TAKING SOME CLASSES IF THINGS HERE DIDN'T PICK UP, WHEN HE HAPPENED ACROSS A FIGHT. SOME PRETTY BOY AND A YOUNG CHICK HAD BEEN BEATING THE HELL OUT OF EACH OTHER, THEN ALONG CAME SOME DEMONS, AND CONNOR HAD BEEN ABOUT TO JUMP IN TO HELP THE GIRL, WHEN THE DUDE TURNED OUT TO BE ON HER SIDE. HE FOLLOWED THEM TIL THEY HIT A DINER, AND THEN HEADED BACK TO HIS BABY GIRL (WHICH HE'D LEFT AT THE SHOP FOR 2 DAYS AND WAS NOW LOOKING PRETTY, THOUGH SHE NEEDED SOME TOUCH UP TO HER GLISTENING COAT).
NOW HE WAS "HOME", AND SAW TWO OF THE WOULD-BE SLAYERS GATHERING UP A BUNCH OF CRAP IN THE LIVINGROOM.
WOMEN.
SHOPPING.
THIS, HE WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND.
CONNOR WALKED PAST THEM WITH A NOD, AND PULLED OPEN THE HALLWAY DOOR, THEN BLANCHED AND SAID HI TO BUFFY, WHO WAS JUST STANDING THERE, BLEARY-EYED AND REEKING OF ALCOHOL.
"YOU OK THERE, BUFFY? AND, UH, SEEN MY DAD ANYWHERE?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 6:52 am
Buffy's buzz quickly began to wear off. She was fairly certain she didn't want Angel's son thinking she was some sorta lush.
"No, Connor," she grinned very toothily, "I haven't!" this said brightly.
"Seen my little sister Dawn anywhere?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 7:13 am
CONNOR SMILES.
"UH... SHE JUST LEFT WITH WILLOW... WHEN DID THEY START DATING? THERE WAS SOME SERIOUS HOLDING HANDS THERE... YOU KNOW, THERE'S A LOTTA LESBIANISM HERE. WHERE AM I GONNA GET A WOMAN?"
HE TEASED, JUST TO SEE HER REACTION. GOTTA TEST THE WOULD BE STEP-MONSTER.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 7:16 am
Buffy blinked. Then tilted her head. The turned to the left and pushed the swinging door to the kitchen open.
Coffee will make me forget what he just said. Yes. Coffee good. Connor bad.
She walked over to the cappucino machine and stared at all the buttons. Only Willow and Giles knew how the hell to work this hunk of junk, she realized.
To the fridge I go, for some lovely Tab.
Buffy opened the fridge, searched for Tab. Found none. Growled low in her throat.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 7:22 am
OK, HE THOUGHT, WATCHING HER GO INTO THE KITCHEN.
CONNOR THEN HEADED UPSTAIRS, TO SEE IF HE COULD FIND THE LOVELY MISS FAITH AND GET HER TO PATROL WITH HIM A BIT.
OR SEE A MOVIE.
OR MAKE OUT. HE SMILED.
AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS, HE REALIZED HE WASN'T SURE WHO WAS IN WHAT ROOM, SO HE JUST STAGE WHISPERED ,"FAITH? FAITH???".
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 7:36 am
Kennedy sinks her nails into the palm of her hand, stabbing her skin and dripping bits of blood onto the bed sheets. The emblem on her right hand lightly glistens as her hands fly toward her head, as if to grasp her mind still. Sweat once again accompanies her heavy breathing, which came on stronger and faster. She finally opens her eyes, but only madness reflects through them as Kennedy focuses on the ceiling. Excruciating pain dances all over her as Kennedy screams from the top of her lungs. Nothing coherent, just a scream of agonizing pain. Her body becomes warm once again and her finger locks in with her hair, practically ready to pull it off.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 7:41 am
CONNOR RUSHES INTO THE BEDROOM THE SCREAMING WAS COMING FROM, GRABBING THAT KENNEDY GIRL BY THE SHOULDERS AND HAULING HER INTO A SITTING POSITION.
"HEY... HEY SHHHH. SHSHSH... IT'S OK... WAKE UP..."
HE WIPES HER FACE WITH THE SLEEVE OF HIS SHIRT,GLANCING AT FAITH.
"WHAT THE ******** IS UP?"
(IS FAITH IN THE ROOM WITH HER OR NO?) Yes, Miss Faith is in here. She just has not posted for a bit.~Magalabuddy (TY - EDIT AND TRYING MY HAND AT CURSING, SINCE CONNOR IS, IN FACT, A YOUNG MAN RAISED ON QARTOK. SP.)
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 7:47 am
Furious at her inability to get some caffeinated refreshment, Buffy left the house. After a mile or so of walking, she ended up somewhere in the middle of town, surrounded by the smell of food, which was turning her stomach. She spotted a new cafe, and headed there, intending on getting some coffee. Until she passed one of the ridiculous amounts of alleys, and felt something. Spidy sense is a-tingling again.She turned into the alley, regretting being weaponless. magalabuddy He stood in the dark corners of an alley across the streeet, watching the two demon fighters converse through the front glass window of some small restaurant. His vision allows him to see whatever detail he so desired to focus on. As people walk up and down the sidewalk, he would merely close his red eyes and blend with his surroundings. Strange enough, it always worked. "This one will bring me to her whether he wants to or not," he growls to himself. He simply stood there as time went by, almost like a statue....a giant fuzzy statue, but a statue nonetheless. He can stand there as long as he had to. Time was running out, and they would move again if he did not hurry. Buffy affects a deep sigh. "Whatever will I do?
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 8:16 am
He looks at the moon, guessing that it was passed nine at night, but not yet midnight. Suddenly, the ferocious beast takes a couple of steps back until her face becomes familiar. Yes, he it was from a distance, but he remembered her face. She was the one that spotted the girl on the snow.
“Fine! This one will take me to her,” he thought. He opens his eyes, revealing dark crimson eyes that, if they could, they would be dripping in blood by now. He sniffs a bit as his hind legs made him stand thirteen feet long at most. Another sniff allows him to remember her scent, in case she looses sight of her. But he never looses sight of his…hunt.
The beast rethinks the possibility of revealing himself in the city grounds, but hoped that by doing so, the blond girl would run toward his true prey. It’s all a matter of chance. He steps toward the light, just enough to show one paw with a claw tapping on the ground. He leaned forward, showing his snout, revealing the primal fangs for teeth. They look like they could be daggers.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 8:37 am
Her shouts painted a pain unknown to any other. Her eyes, still open, flooded in tears that sink to the edges of her face. Kennedy’s hands still pulled on her curls as her body was shruggedly plopped in a sitting position. It did not help. Kennedy can feel the weight of her body fall back onto the bed as she squirms and continues to scream.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 8:53 am
Buffy lowers her gaze, then slowly brings it up.
"Holy frijoles, what the crap are you?"
She cocks her head, waiting for the first move to come into play. She needed to gauge his quickness.
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