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[red_rosenberg]

Continued from HereI peered out the window, my bat-- my hands curling up in my lap as I watched the whole of the outside setting light up completely for a few seconds before dying back down to thick blackness of heavy nighttime rain. "Weird storm," I said with a slight shiver. Outside, I knew it was almost be electrical, if not... just really wet.

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[watcher_pryce]

“We should get out of the way,” I agree, pulling her behind me as I move even further away from the portal. Swirly thingy, Charles would call it, and then deny knowing anything about ‘swirly thingies’ because ‘sci fi is for whimps’. Only then he’d use much more masculine words as though just watching those movies would somehow dent his confidence in his own masculinity. He and Angel are such odd creatures sometimes.

I kept my eye on the portal, as well as the door and our surroundings. Though, the thought that whom or whatever had come through this might very well just hop in via another portal didn’t really do anything to make me less nervous. I know that Willow is capable of taking care of herself and…such. What with being from Sunnydale and fighting along side Buffy day in day out. I couldn’t help but feel oddly protective of her. So when she grouched down to take out our supplies, I moved closer to her, ready to jump at anyone or anything that might be out to harm her.

I wish I’d brought my stick now, I could use it to beat things with. I knew that thing might be useful for something. But then it would only accent my wound and how vulnerable I might be - which I wasn’t, not really - at the moment. “I can’t think of anything that might have come through here. I’d have to do some research. See what the planets are like. I don’t think there’s a full moon tonight, so that’s at least something. Maybe it’s just a coincidence.” And maybe we should go back and research this. Though getting back might be a tad difficult, with the flooded streets and all.

A small shiver went through me when there was a draft whispering over my soaked self. As I looked up to see where it had gotten from I noticed the door was ajar and something was struggling to get inside. Quickly crouching down next to her, in front of her, in the shadows, I put my fingers on her lips to warn her.

“Something is coming,” I whispered.

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I breathed in sharply at both the feel of his fingers against my mouth and the door suddenly swinging open, as if it took a cue from Wesley's swift whisper. We were both frozen, and hidden, watching two dark figures stagger into the space, shutting the door with a huge crash that made me jump a little. Slowly, I reached out to hold the athame, just another Wicca supply - save for that unlike the others, it was a pointy knife. The cold handle felt secure in my grasp and I held it firmly, shivering as I kept my eyes on the two... demons? Men?

They stepped into the glowing green light of the portal, rain jackets sleek. Tossing back their hoods, I saw then that they were demons, scowling at the portal and then at each other. I doubted they had come out of the portal. "Welcoming commitee?" I murmured very quietly to Wesley.

"'Ere," said one, gesturing to the portal. "It didn't work, did it? I told you it wouldn't work. All we've got is a big load of rain now, don't we?"

...English demons? Okay. I've seen weirder.

"It don't work 'cause we don't got the right ingredients," said the second one, slightly taller than the first. "Never fear, though. He'll come, he's not due for a little while yet. The portal's only just grown, after all."

"But what 'bout the missing ingredients?"

"He can get himself food, this is Los Angeles after all, it's not lacking in humans. We don't have to do everything, do we?"

"Guess not."

Swallowing dryly, I tried to duck a little more in that shadows.