if i find my piece of mind | torture me
Characters: Buffy Summers, Dairine Callahan, Cordelia Chase, Cpt. John Hart
Rating: PG-13 or maybe R for violent visions. We'll see.
Time Period: Modern, Morning
Location: Temple room
Relative Date: After Reid's transmission, 3 days after the dance
Status: Closed.
Buffy was trying to tell herself that everything was okay.
Oh sure, there was apparently an evil vamp on the loose somewhere in the castle.
Oh sure, he may have some kind of twisted human accomplice working with him.
Oh sure, Angel might have been missing for days now, without responding to any phone calls or anything.
And oh. Right. There was a tiny voice in the back of her mind that was terrified that this mass murdering vampire might just be the one she'd been spending almost all of her time with these last three days, convinced that he was beyond the reach of the Evil that had the power to manipulate him into killing. You know, the vamp she was in love with.
Yeah. This was all totally eight shades of okay.
She sighed as she came to a halt in front of the door marked 'Temple'. Right. Keep it together, Summers, she told herself. Put that game face on. Buffy rapped on the door, clearing her throat, and trying to review the sparse facts she'd gathered off the phone from Poindexter regarding the rogue vamp. They didn't add up to much. Hopefully though, Ms. Dairine Callahan could help her shed a little magicky light on that.
"Hello?"
Rating: PG-13 or maybe R for violent visions. We'll see.
Time Period: Modern, Morning
Location: Temple room
Relative Date: After Reid's transmission, 3 days after the dance
Status: Closed.
Buffy was trying to tell herself that everything was okay.
Oh sure, there was apparently an evil vamp on the loose somewhere in the castle.
Oh sure, he may have some kind of twisted human accomplice working with him.
Oh sure, Angel might have been missing for days now, without responding to any phone calls or anything.
And oh. Right. There was a tiny voice in the back of her mind that was terrified that this mass murdering vampire might just be the one she'd been spending almost all of her time with these last three days, convinced that he was beyond the reach of the Evil that had the power to manipulate him into killing. You know, the vamp she was in love with.
Yeah. This was all totally eight shades of okay.
She sighed as she came to a halt in front of the door marked 'Temple'. Right. Keep it together, Summers, she told herself. Put that game face on. Buffy rapped on the door, clearing her throat, and trying to review the sparse facts she'd gathered off the phone from Poindexter regarding the rogue vamp. They didn't add up to much. Hopefully though, Ms. Dairine Callahan could help her shed a little magicky light on that.
"Hello?"