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 Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 9:05 am
Miss Summers’ words finally hit a chord with Hope.
“So, they have come to you.” Her words, for some reason, sounded disappointing.
“I do not come here to harm your girls, Miss Summers. I come with a simple request. I was not aware that you have already confronted these ‘things’.”
Hope took one step close to Miss Summers. Eyes collided as she looked back at the young woman trying hard for a threat.
“Your friend, is she….dying…Miss Summers? I can tell you now that if she is, they will strike again, and again, and again until all of your ‘girls’ are dead. That is why you, just like me, need to stop them.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 9:46 am
Buffy turned and walked toward the hallway door.
"Follow me."
She intended to take the woman up to Kennedy's room and show her. And then choke the information she needed out of her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 9:52 am
As Miss Summers led Hope out of the room and up the stairs, an invisible smile crept onto her face. She plotted her hands together in front of her as she followed behind the persistent woman.
Miss Summers opened a door to a dark room. Hope slowly entered scouted the scenery. A breath of air pushed out of her lips as she saw a young girl lying on the bed, probably still resting. The girl had her right hand resting over the blankets. The markings were there, just as Hope had thought. Hope’s hand slowly moved toward the girl, as if to caress her hand, but stopped herself from making any form of contact.
She knew that they would come soon. Their seal was made. Time was short. She had to work fast. She looked out the window, noticing the sun yearning to hide behind far away land. Another sigh.
“How long has it been?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 10:11 am
magalabuddy All Oz could think of was the scent of her body, the red strands of hair that softly tickled against his skin. For a moment, a thought of “this isn’t right” pierced through. But he shrugged it off as the wonders of passion continued exploring new routes to pursue what was once there, once lost. Willow and Oz had been getting closer and closer to finishing what they started. She pulled his head down for another kiss, another nibble on his lips. "I missed you, sometimes so much I didn't know what to do," she murmured against his mouth, accentuating the admission with another kiss. She started to say something else, when she heard Buffy come up the stairs, muttering about Kennedy, who was in the room right across the hall. All Willow could hear was something along the lines of, "...tell me Kennedy's dying, no slayer of MINE is dying, who the hell you think you are, coming into my house, talking about killing my slayers off..."Willow bolted upright, hitting her mouth against Oz's forehead so hard she bit her lip and tasted blood. "Oh god."
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 10:25 am
Her words sounded so serene to him, an ecstasy that would leave him with smiles. Suddenly, Willow’s quick movement created a moment of fear as both of them lied there.
“God? What, Willow? What is it?”
He heard a faint conversation out in the hallway, but didn’t bother making out the words. He turned to Willow, lightly rubbing her lip with his thumb.
“Are you okay?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 5:03 pm
Faith smiled at Phoenix and Dawn, and then perked up at the word Leather.
"Leather? You bought me leather clothing? Show me please."
She wiped her mouth with the offered napkin, and belched also. She threw the plate in the dishwasher after rinsing it off.
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Steph looked from Phoenix to Dawn, smiling at the girl, wearing her new boots. She smiled over at Phoenix, and then looked at everyone quietly.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 6:32 pm
Phoenix raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Hall closet, dude. I need a shower. You and Dawn should go through all the clothes. I swear, there's enough for everyone."
She headed up to her room, passing Buffy and some chick standing in Kennedy's room, nodded, and gathered her things for the shower.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 6:34 pm
Willow decided to just leave it alone.
She'd made her choice. Looking at the blood on Oz's thumb, she kissed it off, and said, "Everything's fine. Just.... fine..." and pulled him back to lay down, pulling the coverlet over their bodies.
"Let's just leave everything out there... out there. It doesn't belong here, and how bout we think about it all.... after?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 7:26 pm
jelloh0530 "Woah, there, little man. And none of your damned business.. but we were together. You haven't heard of me? Riley? With the Initiative? I mean.." He was so flustered he blurted it out. Ridiculous and amateur.
"We'll be there within the hour. Be ready. And keep your mouth shut about whatever you think you saw, cuz I'm here to tell you- you didn't."
((no b***h, ramble more!!!!!!!!!))
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 7:47 pm
As they landed in the private landing strip a few miles away from the mansion, Riley sighed at the Mini-Watcher's ramblings.
"Do you have an off switch? And just for your information, your little lover boy is half demon. Demon hunter my a**. Just like Spike right? How's that chip working out for the undead, soulless, girlfriend stealing piece of sh-" He glared, infuriated that the thought of Spike still angered him to that level. He was married, and still in love with his wife. It was simply possessiveness.
"Get out," he said to Andrew when the captain made his announcement over the intercom, and the door was opened.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 7:53 pm
Lover boy? Oh did Andrew dream...but it would never happen. Wait...he wasn't gay! But Atticus was simply so...
"I'm not gay!" Andrew mentioned. As Andrew got out, he couldn't help but keep thinking about Atticus being half-demon? The fact had been thrown at him several times, but the realization was just now hitting him. He couldn't believe it! Atticus was too good of a demon hunter to be a demon!
"Hey! Leave Spike out of this! How do you know him anywa..." But the question was answered before Andrew finished. "...YOU WENT OUT WITH BUFFY, DIDN'T YOU?!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 7:57 pm
Riley followed Andrew down the steps leading from the plane to the tarmac, and headed to the waiting Lincoln Town Car.
The car door was held open by the chauffeur, and Riley motioned for Andrew to get in.
"Yeah, you're real close to Buffy if you don't know that. None of your business. Just get in."
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 8:01 pm
"I never said me and Buffy were close. We have more of a...Superman/Batman relationship. We know each other...get along...and are fighting for the same side, but other than that, we don't usually talk about personal things..." Andrew mentioned. Then, realizing he was talking to much, he followed Riley in silence...or...followed him as he tried to keep silent...
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 8:10 pm
The car pulled up to the mansion as the sun was setting. Riley had pointedly ignored Andrew until they got to the front of the huge house, and then turned to look at him as the car stopped.
"I want you to keep quiet. I'll speak to Buffy about the test-subject. You can go put on your pink lame jogging suit for all I care, and pop in a Richard Simmons exercise tape. Just keep it shut."
He opened the car door and headed to the front door.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 8:13 pm
magalabuddy As Miss Summers led Hope out of the room and up the stairs, an invisible smile crept onto her face. She plotted her hands together in front of her as she followed behind the persistent woman. Miss Summers opened a door to a dark room. Hope slowly entered scouted the scenery. A breath of air pushed out of her lips as she saw a young girl lying on the bed, probably still resting. The girl had her right hand resting over the blankets. The markings were there, just as Hope had thought. Hope’s hand slowly moved toward the girl, as if to caress her hand, but stopped herself from making any form of contact. She knew that they would come soon. Their seal was made. Time was short. She had to work fast. She looked out the window, noticing the sun yearning to hide behind far away land. Another sigh. “How long has it been?”Buffy looked at poor Kennedy for a few moments, and then turned to the newcomer. "Long enough. Now either fix it, help me fix it, or get the hell out."
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