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The night was dark and silent, bringing back plenty of memories for me... patrolling these streets with Buffy, spending time with her friends, defending the world from the Hellmouth...
It made the streets almost oppressive, in a way. Before, when I had been with Buffy, they had seemed almost inviting, someplace I could call my own, as I fought by her side. Well, that was then, and this was now.
And things could never be like that again.
As I approached the park, I could hear the first faint screams... dammit, I was running behind. I sprinted across the small park, shoving branches of a bush out of the way. On the other side, I saw a demon, leaning over two joggers. One was already bleeding from a cut on his arm, the other trembling, face as pale as an anemic's.
I stepped forward, and offered quietly, "Hey. Why don't you play nicely?" The demon turned and glared at me, coming one step closer as it glared at me. I smiled slightly, holding my hands up.
"No?" I asked. The joggers shot me an astounded look, clearly wondering if I was insane. I caught the unwounded one's eyes, and carefully ticked my gaze to the left. He nodded, and grabbed the other by the elbow, hauling him off, more dragging him than helping him.
The demon lumbered forward, and I dodged, kicking it in the back, sending it stumbling behind me. It crashed into the tre headfirst, and I sighed. This demon was so slow and clumsy, it wasn't even funny. Normally, this kind of demon wouldn't even come above ground, let alone attack two humans... but then, everything else was going to hell, so why not this?
As the demon came lurching back, I dodged again, and grabbed it, snapping its neck. As it slumped, I watched it, my expression troubled. After all, there was something happening that made the demons act differently... but then, it could just be because they were figuring out that the Slayer was gone.
When I got back to mansion, I opened the door, and entered. I could hear Fred and Cordelia talking in one of the rooms, and slowly walked closer. I wanted to just say goodnight to them, then try and get some sleep... sleep at least meant that I was thinking, wasn't remembering so many things about here, why I had left...
I stopped in the doorway, looking at the two girls, just watching them for the moment, not wanting to interrupt.
((Open to Fred and Cordelia))
It made the streets almost oppressive, in a way. Before, when I had been with Buffy, they had seemed almost inviting, someplace I could call my own, as I fought by her side. Well, that was then, and this was now.
And things could never be like that again.
As I approached the park, I could hear the first faint screams... dammit, I was running behind. I sprinted across the small park, shoving branches of a bush out of the way. On the other side, I saw a demon, leaning over two joggers. One was already bleeding from a cut on his arm, the other trembling, face as pale as an anemic's.
I stepped forward, and offered quietly, "Hey. Why don't you play nicely?" The demon turned and glared at me, coming one step closer as it glared at me. I smiled slightly, holding my hands up.
"No?" I asked. The joggers shot me an astounded look, clearly wondering if I was insane. I caught the unwounded one's eyes, and carefully ticked my gaze to the left. He nodded, and grabbed the other by the elbow, hauling him off, more dragging him than helping him.
The demon lumbered forward, and I dodged, kicking it in the back, sending it stumbling behind me. It crashed into the tre headfirst, and I sighed. This demon was so slow and clumsy, it wasn't even funny. Normally, this kind of demon wouldn't even come above ground, let alone attack two humans... but then, everything else was going to hell, so why not this?
As the demon came lurching back, I dodged again, and grabbed it, snapping its neck. As it slumped, I watched it, my expression troubled. After all, there was something happening that made the demons act differently... but then, it could just be because they were figuring out that the Slayer was gone.
When I got back to mansion, I opened the door, and entered. I could hear Fred and Cordelia talking in one of the rooms, and slowly walked closer. I wanted to just say goodnight to them, then try and get some sleep... sleep at least meant that I was thinking, wasn't remembering so many things about here, why I had left...
I stopped in the doorway, looking at the two girls, just watching them for the moment, not wanting to interrupt.
((Open to Fred and Cordelia))