The Wynn, The Vampire, and the Willow.
"Okay, so maybe teleportation wouldn't have been an altogether unfortunate plan," Willow Rosenberg said to herself as she walked through the doors of the Wynn. She brushed a lock of wayward red hair off of face and walked through the lobby, keeping her eyes wide open. It was almost dark outside, and knowing that, Willow wasn't actually sure if the person she was looking for was even here, but she had to check. Also, she was checking this hotel out to see if she liked it enough to take up a room here. Probably not, to be honest. It was nice and everything, but the Mirage was so much more...tropical. And it had that nifty volcano and the secret garden.
As soon as she was alone in one of the hallways, Willow raised a hand - palms facing up - and concentrated. She flicked her wrist and swivelled her fingers around, calling forth a pre-prepared tracking spell. A flurry of lights appeared in front of her and Willow smiled. She loved this particular spell. It was so...pretty. She followed the spell up through the elevator [thanking whatever higher powers there were that there was no one else with her and her spell] and followed it to...a door. Obviously.
Taking a deep breath, Willow knocked on the door, and hoped that Spike was still inside.
As soon as she was alone in one of the hallways, Willow raised a hand - palms facing up - and concentrated. She flicked her wrist and swivelled her fingers around, calling forth a pre-prepared tracking spell. A flurry of lights appeared in front of her and Willow smiled. She loved this particular spell. It was so...pretty. She followed the spell up through the elevator [thanking whatever higher powers there were that there was no one else with her and her spell] and followed it to...a door. Obviously.
Taking a deep breath, Willow knocked on the door, and hoped that Spike was still inside.