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After my "meeting" with Angel, I decided it wouldn't hurt to peek into the magick department. You know, just to see how things were going. I got a few smiles, a few dirty looks, and quite a lot of "Where did you disappear to Ms Rosenberg?"... I guess Tara didn't explain much to the staff while I was gone. I shrugged it off as I weaved in and out of the counter tops and bookshelves. A young woman stood near one of the windows, apparently struggling with a large book. I made my way over to her.
She looked frightened as I approached her, and quickly buried her head in the pages of her book.
"Everything going alright over here?" I asked smiling at her.
I looked over everything that she had been working on, and after a few minutes I discovered an error in her translation. A look of relief washed over her face as I pointed it out and wrote down the correct translation. She happily continued on with her work after that. Soon after producing tiny cheeping canaries out of thin air. Granted I had no idea what that spell might actually be for in a place like Wolfram and Hart, but it felt good to be helping. And to be back in the department. Sure I was a little worried about controlling my powers, but for the most part I was upbeat and looking forward to coming back to work here everyday.
I hummed a little out of tune as I walked back to the apartments. I had gotten up to my floor and had my key out to unlock the apartment door when I was interrupted by a dazed and very bloodstained Colleen stumbling down the stairs. She stood there, a look of horror etched in her pretty features, just staring at me. My keys fell to the floor with a loud bang that echoed in the hallway. I ran over to Colleen and tried to get her to tell me what happened. She couldn't speak. Her mouth sagged open, but no noise found its way out. I speed dialed Giles and then followed with the Wolfram and Hart ambulances. The paramedics arrived a few moments later, taking the horrified potential and attempting to clean her up, while she fought them off feebly. I ventured up the stairs that Colleen had just fumbled down, there was smeared blood on the walls. How had this happened? What had happened. The door to the potential's apartment was wide open. There were bodies everywhere.
The Bringers. 5 of their dead bodies lay mingled in with the lifeless bodies of the potentials that were strewn all over the floor. I suppressed the urge to vomit as I searched the faces. Looking for any other survivors. Checked pulse after pulse. I found Molly unconscious, but still alive, and pinned underneath Chloe's body. Tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, I delicately shifted Chloe aside and pulled Molly up. I sat her outside the door then went back inside looking for anyone else. I found Amanda slouched behind the kitchen counter, one of the Bringer's knives sat deeply embedded in her side. She looked up at me and started to say something but the words got lost on the way to her mouth.
Finally the paramedics entered the room as well. They lifted Amanda up onto a stretcher and she disappeared from view as a swarm of other men entered the room, taking pictures, and placing the bodies in bags. I couldn't take it. I spun around to flee the room and ran into Giles. His soft eyes looked hollow and cold at the sight of the carnage in front of him.
"Giles." The tears were leaking out of the corners of my eyes. He reached out and put his arms around me. I closed my eyes, but I could still see all the girls. Laying on the floor. Bleeding, lifeless, destroyed.
She looked frightened as I approached her, and quickly buried her head in the pages of her book.
"Everything going alright over here?" I asked smiling at her.
I looked over everything that she had been working on, and after a few minutes I discovered an error in her translation. A look of relief washed over her face as I pointed it out and wrote down the correct translation. She happily continued on with her work after that. Soon after producing tiny cheeping canaries out of thin air. Granted I had no idea what that spell might actually be for in a place like Wolfram and Hart, but it felt good to be helping. And to be back in the department. Sure I was a little worried about controlling my powers, but for the most part I was upbeat and looking forward to coming back to work here everyday.
I hummed a little out of tune as I walked back to the apartments. I had gotten up to my floor and had my key out to unlock the apartment door when I was interrupted by a dazed and very bloodstained Colleen stumbling down the stairs. She stood there, a look of horror etched in her pretty features, just staring at me. My keys fell to the floor with a loud bang that echoed in the hallway. I ran over to Colleen and tried to get her to tell me what happened. She couldn't speak. Her mouth sagged open, but no noise found its way out. I speed dialed Giles and then followed with the Wolfram and Hart ambulances. The paramedics arrived a few moments later, taking the horrified potential and attempting to clean her up, while she fought them off feebly. I ventured up the stairs that Colleen had just fumbled down, there was smeared blood on the walls. How had this happened? What had happened. The door to the potential's apartment was wide open. There were bodies everywhere.
The Bringers. 5 of their dead bodies lay mingled in with the lifeless bodies of the potentials that were strewn all over the floor. I suppressed the urge to vomit as I searched the faces. Looking for any other survivors. Checked pulse after pulse. I found Molly unconscious, but still alive, and pinned underneath Chloe's body. Tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, I delicately shifted Chloe aside and pulled Molly up. I sat her outside the door then went back inside looking for anyone else. I found Amanda slouched behind the kitchen counter, one of the Bringer's knives sat deeply embedded in her side. She looked up at me and started to say something but the words got lost on the way to her mouth.
Finally the paramedics entered the room as well. They lifted Amanda up onto a stretcher and she disappeared from view as a swarm of other men entered the room, taking pictures, and placing the bodies in bags. I couldn't take it. I spun around to flee the room and ran into Giles. His soft eyes looked hollow and cold at the sight of the carnage in front of him.
"Giles." The tears were leaking out of the corners of my eyes. He reached out and put his arms around me. I closed my eyes, but I could still see all the girls. Laying on the floor. Bleeding, lifeless, destroyed.