Outside the Perk, Thursday Evening.
[Played by IM because LJ wasn't working.]
Logan pulled up to the Perk in his golf cart and emerged from the coffeehouse a few minutes later with a double expresso. He really needed to read up more on Montana tonight. He walked around to the back of the Perk where he'd left the cart.
Darla was leaning against the driver's side, trailing her finger around the steering wheel. "Hi, Logan. How's the arm? I heard it went snap a few months ago."
"All better, thanks for asking," Logan said. He waved at her with his left arm and pulled his flask out of his jacket with the other hand. "Haven't seen you since Halloween. You don't call, you don't write - what's up with that?"
She shifted her stance and smiled. "I could say the same of you. I was more than willing to stand in loco parentis to you. But after Angelus regained his soul, you were nowhere to be found. And I wasn't welcome at your home anymore that I went to at some random time that we'll handwave. You're making me feel unwanted, Logan." She pouted at him.
Logan shrugged. "Didn't know how you'd feel about me after that mess in November. And you say you stopped by," and wasn't that reassuring? At least the disinvitation had worked. "but did you leave a note? I really think this comes down to communication failure on both our parts. How 'bout you give me your number and we'll get coffee sometime?"
"How about we get something to drink now? You're here and I'm here..." she let her voice trail off and smiled again.
"Sure," Logan said, with a nod towards the Perk. "Heck, I'll even buy."
"Now, you see, there's a true gentleman," Darla purred. "The only problem is... I'm not that interested in coffee." She vamped out. "I'd really rather drink you."
"Sorry, I'm not on the menu tonight." Logan twisted the cap off his flask and took a sip, then spit holy water at Darla.
Darla flinched and jerked back. She hissed in fury as it splashed into her face. She dashed it off her cheek, leaving a reddened patch behind. As fast as she could, she reached out and grabbed his arm, snapping him forward, aiming to crash his face into the frame of the golf cart.
Logan threw up his arms to protect himself. His body slammed against the cart hard enough to shove it a few inches. The flask flew from his hand and clattered on the cement. "Bitch!" he yelled, and jabbed his elbow backwards at her face.
Darla dodged back, avoiding the blow. She still had his arm in her hands, and so she swung him around the other way, slamming him into the wall.
Logan's right side slammed into the wall of the Perk, and he gritted his teeth to keep from crying out in pain. He crumbled to the ground and wiped the blood from his face. He propped himself up on one arm. "VAMPIRE!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "VAMPIRE IN THE ALLEY! COME KILL IT!" He pounded a hand against the wall.
Darla dropped down beside him and pressed one hand over his mouth. The other hand groped on the ground, and found a sharp-edged rock. "Ssssssssh," she said, pressing hard enough to cover his mouth and nose, blocking his air. "We don't want anyone joining us, right." She scraped the rock down the side of his face, drawing a thin line of blood. "Think about their fragile psyches, when they turn the corner and find your mutilated body on the ground. They'll be in therapy for years."
Logan's eyes widened in fear and he thrashed in her grip, trying to break free.
She leaned closer, not moving her hand. "I like the way your blood smells." She shifted her hand to get closer, and then jerked back with a cry of pain as the cross on his necklace burned the inside of her wrist. She fisted her hand in the necklace and yanked it off, flinging it away. Then she straddled his body, hands pressing down on his chest. Bending lower, she touched a drop of blood and brought it to her lips. "I'm going to rip your throat open and drink until you're a limp body. And then all your clever plans and your clever words are nothing but a lump of meat."
Molly decided that she needed fresh air tonight. So, instead of wandering the dorms to avoid her homework, she walked down to town to maybe look around for a bit. She had just about reached the Perk when she heard the yell coming from behind the building. She ran quickly toward the voice, but slowed when she saw the blonde woman holding down a young man who, going on appearances alone, should have been stronger than her.
"Hey," Molly called out as if to a friend, "what's going on?" She sauntered up to the two people calmly with her hands behind her back as she spoke.
Darla turned her head and started at the little girl that came up behind her. There was enough light to show her face, distorted in a mask of a monster. "I'm murdering him. Right after I finish murdering you." She rose and kicked Logan in the ribs to keep him from running away.
Logan's hand found a rock of his own. "Get out of here, Molly," he gasped, and threw the rock at Darla.
Darla glanced over her shoulder, saw it coming, and dodged to the side. "Oh, no, Molly. I don't think you're going anywhere."
Molly made a face of disgust when Darla turned. "Are you what vampires look like here? The one I met in back home was much prettier than you." She didn't budge as Darla moved away from Logan.
Darla reached out to grab Molly's throat. "First an appetizer, then the main course."
Molly's eyes glowed pink. "I don't think so." She swung backward with one fist and aimed a punch right to the center of Darla's chest.
Darla watched the windup and waited to laugh. Instead the punch connected with a force that would have taken her breath away -- if she'd had any. The force pushed her backward, sailing into the wall. She crashed into it and slid to the ground in a heap. Dazed, she stared up at Molly. "What the hell are you, a Slayer?"
Logan blinked. "Holy shit," he said.
Molly stood up straight and thrust out her chin. "I'm a mutant and don't you forget it."
Darla stood up and regarded Molly warily. "You're some kind of freak. I'll buy that." She eyed the girl, and threw a punch.
Molly turned her head with the punch, but otherwise didn't try to dodge it. She wiggleded her jaw as she turned back to Darla. "You punch like a girl." Then, she grabbed Darla by the shoulders and threw her backwards over her head, turning to face where the woman would land.
Darla was abruptly... airborne. She had no clue how the little girl did it, but she was somehow sailing through the air with the greatest of ease. The landing was nasty, Darla could feel the bones grind in her shoulder, and yelped in pain. She looked up to meet Molly's eyes. They were glowing pink.
Logan was still on the ground, and Darla had had enough. Snarling in fury, Darla retreated into the darkness and ran away.
"Another freak, huh?" Logan said, giving her a grateful smile. He hauled himself to his feet. "Good timing."
Molly stood watching Darla run off, but turned back sharply at Logan's first words. She relaxed when she saw the smile though. "I'll say. You okay to move? We should really get away from here in case she's still watching." Her eyes were no longer pink when she walked over to him.
"I'm cool," Logan said. He stretched his arms out and winced in pain. "Good enough, at least." He spotted his necklace on the ground and picked up the pieces of it. He stuffed them in his pocket and swung into the driver's seat of the cart. "Need a lift back to school?"
"Yes," Molly said tiredly as she climbed into the cart. "We just need to go before I fall asleep. She may come back if she sees me pass out."
"Okay, I'll floor it," Logan said. He looked over at her, worry creasing his brow. "You okay? Need to go to the clinic?"
Molly shook her head. "No no need for the clinic. I just get really tired after I use my powers. This wasn't too bad, so I'll probably be fine, but it would suck to fall asleep half way back. " She grinned at him. "It's too cold to sleep outside."
"And just a bit dangerous," Logan smiled back. "There's a blanket by your feet, if you need it."
Molly reached for the blanket gratefully and covered herself up to her chin. "Thanks," she said as she closed her eyes and slumped in the seat.
He turned on the cart and drove back to the dorms.
Logan pulled up to the Perk in his golf cart and emerged from the coffeehouse a few minutes later with a double expresso. He really needed to read up more on Montana tonight. He walked around to the back of the Perk where he'd left the cart.
Darla was leaning against the driver's side, trailing her finger around the steering wheel. "Hi, Logan. How's the arm? I heard it went snap a few months ago."
"All better, thanks for asking," Logan said. He waved at her with his left arm and pulled his flask out of his jacket with the other hand. "Haven't seen you since Halloween. You don't call, you don't write - what's up with that?"
She shifted her stance and smiled. "I could say the same of you. I was more than willing to stand in loco parentis to you. But after Angelus regained his soul, you were nowhere to be found. And I wasn't welcome at your home anymore that I went to at some random time that we'll handwave. You're making me feel unwanted, Logan." She pouted at him.
Logan shrugged. "Didn't know how you'd feel about me after that mess in November. And you say you stopped by," and wasn't that reassuring? At least the disinvitation had worked. "but did you leave a note? I really think this comes down to communication failure on both our parts. How 'bout you give me your number and we'll get coffee sometime?"
"How about we get something to drink now? You're here and I'm here..." she let her voice trail off and smiled again.
"Sure," Logan said, with a nod towards the Perk. "Heck, I'll even buy."
"Now, you see, there's a true gentleman," Darla purred. "The only problem is... I'm not that interested in coffee." She vamped out. "I'd really rather drink you."
"Sorry, I'm not on the menu tonight." Logan twisted the cap off his flask and took a sip, then spit holy water at Darla.
Darla flinched and jerked back. She hissed in fury as it splashed into her face. She dashed it off her cheek, leaving a reddened patch behind. As fast as she could, she reached out and grabbed his arm, snapping him forward, aiming to crash his face into the frame of the golf cart.
Logan threw up his arms to protect himself. His body slammed against the cart hard enough to shove it a few inches. The flask flew from his hand and clattered on the cement. "Bitch!" he yelled, and jabbed his elbow backwards at her face.
Darla dodged back, avoiding the blow. She still had his arm in her hands, and so she swung him around the other way, slamming him into the wall.
Logan's right side slammed into the wall of the Perk, and he gritted his teeth to keep from crying out in pain. He crumbled to the ground and wiped the blood from his face. He propped himself up on one arm. "VAMPIRE!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "VAMPIRE IN THE ALLEY! COME KILL IT!" He pounded a hand against the wall.
Darla dropped down beside him and pressed one hand over his mouth. The other hand groped on the ground, and found a sharp-edged rock. "Ssssssssh," she said, pressing hard enough to cover his mouth and nose, blocking his air. "We don't want anyone joining us, right." She scraped the rock down the side of his face, drawing a thin line of blood. "Think about their fragile psyches, when they turn the corner and find your mutilated body on the ground. They'll be in therapy for years."
Logan's eyes widened in fear and he thrashed in her grip, trying to break free.
She leaned closer, not moving her hand. "I like the way your blood smells." She shifted her hand to get closer, and then jerked back with a cry of pain as the cross on his necklace burned the inside of her wrist. She fisted her hand in the necklace and yanked it off, flinging it away. Then she straddled his body, hands pressing down on his chest. Bending lower, she touched a drop of blood and brought it to her lips. "I'm going to rip your throat open and drink until you're a limp body. And then all your clever plans and your clever words are nothing but a lump of meat."
Molly decided that she needed fresh air tonight. So, instead of wandering the dorms to avoid her homework, she walked down to town to maybe look around for a bit. She had just about reached the Perk when she heard the yell coming from behind the building. She ran quickly toward the voice, but slowed when she saw the blonde woman holding down a young man who, going on appearances alone, should have been stronger than her.
"Hey," Molly called out as if to a friend, "what's going on?" She sauntered up to the two people calmly with her hands behind her back as she spoke.
Darla turned her head and started at the little girl that came up behind her. There was enough light to show her face, distorted in a mask of a monster. "I'm murdering him. Right after I finish murdering you." She rose and kicked Logan in the ribs to keep him from running away.
Logan's hand found a rock of his own. "Get out of here, Molly," he gasped, and threw the rock at Darla.
Darla glanced over her shoulder, saw it coming, and dodged to the side. "Oh, no, Molly. I don't think you're going anywhere."
Molly made a face of disgust when Darla turned. "Are you what vampires look like here? The one I met in back home was much prettier than you." She didn't budge as Darla moved away from Logan.
Darla reached out to grab Molly's throat. "First an appetizer, then the main course."
Molly's eyes glowed pink. "I don't think so." She swung backward with one fist and aimed a punch right to the center of Darla's chest.
Darla watched the windup and waited to laugh. Instead the punch connected with a force that would have taken her breath away -- if she'd had any. The force pushed her backward, sailing into the wall. She crashed into it and slid to the ground in a heap. Dazed, she stared up at Molly. "What the hell are you, a Slayer?"
Logan blinked. "Holy shit," he said.
Molly stood up straight and thrust out her chin. "I'm a mutant and don't you forget it."
Darla stood up and regarded Molly warily. "You're some kind of freak. I'll buy that." She eyed the girl, and threw a punch.
Molly turned her head with the punch, but otherwise didn't try to dodge it. She wiggleded her jaw as she turned back to Darla. "You punch like a girl." Then, she grabbed Darla by the shoulders and threw her backwards over her head, turning to face where the woman would land.
Darla was abruptly... airborne. She had no clue how the little girl did it, but she was somehow sailing through the air with the greatest of ease. The landing was nasty, Darla could feel the bones grind in her shoulder, and yelped in pain. She looked up to meet Molly's eyes. They were glowing pink.
Logan was still on the ground, and Darla had had enough. Snarling in fury, Darla retreated into the darkness and ran away.
"Another freak, huh?" Logan said, giving her a grateful smile. He hauled himself to his feet. "Good timing."
Molly stood watching Darla run off, but turned back sharply at Logan's first words. She relaxed when she saw the smile though. "I'll say. You okay to move? We should really get away from here in case she's still watching." Her eyes were no longer pink when she walked over to him.
"I'm cool," Logan said. He stretched his arms out and winced in pain. "Good enough, at least." He spotted his necklace on the ground and picked up the pieces of it. He stuffed them in his pocket and swung into the driver's seat of the cart. "Need a lift back to school?"
"Yes," Molly said tiredly as she climbed into the cart. "We just need to go before I fall asleep. She may come back if she sees me pass out."
"Okay, I'll floor it," Logan said. He looked over at her, worry creasing his brow. "You okay? Need to go to the clinic?"
Molly shook her head. "No no need for the clinic. I just get really tired after I use my powers. This wasn't too bad, so I'll probably be fine, but it would suck to fall asleep half way back. " She grinned at him. "It's too cold to sleep outside."
"And just a bit dangerous," Logan smiled back. "There's a blanket by your feet, if you need it."
Molly reached for the blanket gratefully and covered herself up to her chin. "Thanks," she said as she closed her eyes and slumped in the seat.
He turned on the cart and drove back to the dorms.