Feb 24, 2004 20:19
non journal entry
It stared into the room, watching with another set of eyes, noticing how the two clung to each other, even in sleep. The woman was power. She glowed blindingly to any who had eyes to see such things. The man had power as well, but it was different, darker, bound beneath the surface with an iron will. Eventually the spell became too strong for the host, and the bird fell dead, dropping to the pavement far below.
Giles frowned, sitting up and glancing around rapidly. Buffy slept soundly next to him and there didn't seem anything out of place.
If his Slayer wife-to-be wasn't alarmed, what had awakened him? It felt... almost like when Randall was possessed, a creepy underlying feel of evil. One that tried to call and frightened him at the same time.