Somewhere in the sewers, Wednesday afternoon
As far as plans went, Isabel was coming to the conclusion that this probably outranked some of Michael's more hare-brained schemes on Antar. She was pretty well armed with the basic vampire hunting weapons. But that little thing called back-up? Was seriously lacking. It probably wasn't the wisest move. Yet if she was going to keep a promise to kill a friend, she didn't want company.
Even if she wasn't the Vampire Slayer.
Even if she didn't hunt demons for a living.
Listening intently to every sound, Isabel made her way into deeper into the sewers.
Angelus was bored. Actually bored and annoyed. Bored, annoyed, and walking through the sewers.
None of these were good combinations.
Isabel stopped, not sure if she was imagining things, or if she'd actually heard something.
Angelus heard her stop. He grinned and did the same, knowing that, unlike someone who had to breathe or who had a heartbeat, he could be totally silent when he wanted to.
It was quiet so Isabel slowly moved forward.
Bad feeling? What bad feeling?
Angelus moved forward as well, doing his best to try to imitate the sound her movement.
Feeling a bit too much like the dumb blonde in horror movie, Isabel suddenly turned around, one hand holding a raised stake, the other ready to TK anything that might happen to be creeping up on her.
Aww, how fun. With an opening like that it was practically impossible for Angelus to resist sneaking up a few feet behind her and saying "Boo!"
She didn't jump, although her fingers went white as they gripped the stake more firmly and her heart beat a little faster. "Ha. Ha. Ha," Isabel said as she slowly turned around. "You got me."
"If only I had a camera," Angelus said. He looked her over. "Well, Well. If it isn't Izzie. What brings you down to the land of sun allergies and Mike Rowe imitations?"
"There's s dirty job that needs to be done. Unfortunately Mike's not available," Isabel shrugged. "It's a damn shame; I would have helped him clean off afterwards."
"I dunno," Angelus said, thoughtfully. "Can be a real bitch to get all those intestines out of your clothes. That's why I always made Spike do the laundry."
"Alien-fu," she said matter-of-factly. "So it's not a problem. Besides, intestines won't be the issue. Dust on the other hand..."
"Hmmm." Angelus looked at her thoughtfully. "Never turned an alien before."
"I never killed a vampire. So I guess we'll see who gets to claim first at the end of the day," Isabel said dryly, watching Angel, no, Angelus, carefully for any sort of opening.
Angelus slowly walked around her, staying out of reach. "'course I never tasted one before either. Might be a bad idea."
"Oh yeah. It's all the Tabasco. Definitely a bad idea," she agreed, turning to keep him in sight.
"Might just have to go right to snapping your neck," Angelus replied.
"You can try."
The list of the day's stupid moves just got a little longer.
"I tend to save the death for last."
"Again, you can try."
A small wave of her hand sent the remains of what looked like a broken crate flying towards him.
Angelus ducked, temporarily gamefacing when the crate connected with his head. "Oh that's something you're going to regret."
"Oh I've got regrets," Isabel told him. "But that's never going to be one of them."
"Sure about that?" Angelus went to grab her.
Sometimes movement was more important then witty repartee. Isabel tried to dodge his grab even as she swung the stake wildly.
The stake got near, but with a twist of his body Angelus was able to dodge the pointy end and grab her by the wrist instead. "Now we're talking."
Isabel's knee decided to continue the conversation. Up close and personal like.
"Ow!" Angelus instinctively went to slap her in return.
That was probably going to leave a mark. Isabel pulled against his hand and tried to get away.
"Told you not to piss me off," Angelus said. "Now your death is going to be extra amusing."
"I'm not here to be the comic relief," she muttered, pressing her free hand against his chest and using her powers to start to heat his shirt, and anything near it, up.
Angelus snarled and let go, patting his shirt down to put the fire out. "You've hurt the fashion! That's too far!"
"The color didn't suit you anyway."
Isabel stepped back and held out her hand in an attempt to TK him against the wall.
Angelus flew back, hitting his head against the far wall when he connected.
He really hated TK.
Stepping towards Angelus, Isabel raised the stake and then stopped when it became apparent he was still somewhat aware.
The lack of back-up? Definitely a problem here.
Of course she could always TK the stake at him.
Except…she couldn't.
Hoping like hell that someone else would be able to end this and soon, she turned and quickly made her way out of the sewers, all the while keeping a wary eye behind her.
[OOC: NFI, OOC A-OK!]
Even if she wasn't the Vampire Slayer.
Even if she didn't hunt demons for a living.
Listening intently to every sound, Isabel made her way into deeper into the sewers.
Angelus was bored. Actually bored and annoyed. Bored, annoyed, and walking through the sewers.
None of these were good combinations.
Isabel stopped, not sure if she was imagining things, or if she'd actually heard something.
Angelus heard her stop. He grinned and did the same, knowing that, unlike someone who had to breathe or who had a heartbeat, he could be totally silent when he wanted to.
It was quiet so Isabel slowly moved forward.
Bad feeling? What bad feeling?
Angelus moved forward as well, doing his best to try to imitate the sound her movement.
Feeling a bit too much like the dumb blonde in horror movie, Isabel suddenly turned around, one hand holding a raised stake, the other ready to TK anything that might happen to be creeping up on her.
Aww, how fun. With an opening like that it was practically impossible for Angelus to resist sneaking up a few feet behind her and saying "Boo!"
She didn't jump, although her fingers went white as they gripped the stake more firmly and her heart beat a little faster. "Ha. Ha. Ha," Isabel said as she slowly turned around. "You got me."
"If only I had a camera," Angelus said. He looked her over. "Well, Well. If it isn't Izzie. What brings you down to the land of sun allergies and Mike Rowe imitations?"
"There's s dirty job that needs to be done. Unfortunately Mike's not available," Isabel shrugged. "It's a damn shame; I would have helped him clean off afterwards."
"I dunno," Angelus said, thoughtfully. "Can be a real bitch to get all those intestines out of your clothes. That's why I always made Spike do the laundry."
"Alien-fu," she said matter-of-factly. "So it's not a problem. Besides, intestines won't be the issue. Dust on the other hand..."
"Hmmm." Angelus looked at her thoughtfully. "Never turned an alien before."
"I never killed a vampire. So I guess we'll see who gets to claim first at the end of the day," Isabel said dryly, watching Angel, no, Angelus, carefully for any sort of opening.
Angelus slowly walked around her, staying out of reach. "'course I never tasted one before either. Might be a bad idea."
"Oh yeah. It's all the Tabasco. Definitely a bad idea," she agreed, turning to keep him in sight.
"Might just have to go right to snapping your neck," Angelus replied.
"You can try."
The list of the day's stupid moves just got a little longer.
"I tend to save the death for last."
"Again, you can try."
A small wave of her hand sent the remains of what looked like a broken crate flying towards him.
Angelus ducked, temporarily gamefacing when the crate connected with his head. "Oh that's something you're going to regret."
"Oh I've got regrets," Isabel told him. "But that's never going to be one of them."
"Sure about that?" Angelus went to grab her.
Sometimes movement was more important then witty repartee. Isabel tried to dodge his grab even as she swung the stake wildly.
The stake got near, but with a twist of his body Angelus was able to dodge the pointy end and grab her by the wrist instead. "Now we're talking."
Isabel's knee decided to continue the conversation. Up close and personal like.
"Ow!" Angelus instinctively went to slap her in return.
That was probably going to leave a mark. Isabel pulled against his hand and tried to get away.
"Told you not to piss me off," Angelus said. "Now your death is going to be extra amusing."
"I'm not here to be the comic relief," she muttered, pressing her free hand against his chest and using her powers to start to heat his shirt, and anything near it, up.
Angelus snarled and let go, patting his shirt down to put the fire out. "You've hurt the fashion! That's too far!"
"The color didn't suit you anyway."
Isabel stepped back and held out her hand in an attempt to TK him against the wall.
Angelus flew back, hitting his head against the far wall when he connected.
He really hated TK.
Stepping towards Angelus, Isabel raised the stake and then stopped when it became apparent he was still somewhat aware.
The lack of back-up? Definitely a problem here.
Of course she could always TK the stake at him.
Except…she couldn't.
Hoping like hell that someone else would be able to end this and soon, she turned and quickly made her way out of the sewers, all the while keeping a wary eye behind her.
[OOC: NFI, OOC A-OK!]