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[its_what_we_do]

The lights flicker around me, and I raise an eyebrow. I look to Buffy, who is sitting nearby at the conference table. We had been going over the ins and outs of the situation so far, hoping maybe to find some sort of info that would help us get an edge in zombie town. She looks at me quizically

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[rhia_talbot]

As the lights go out, I scream and fall to my knees, covering my head. It's so dark. So damn bloody dark. My legs don't hold me up and I can feel it, smell it, his blood all over me, my God, it's not right. I didn't want this. I don't want to be here. He was a nice man...

"Oh, god... oh, god," I whimper, my hands in my hair. Just hours before it had been smooth and combed and soft and now it's matted with blood that's not my own, and it's just not right, we were going to Los Angeles... and now I'm here and he's dead, Mr. Giles, the Watcher...

"IT'S NOT RIGHT!" I scream, tears slipping down my face. Yesterday I was Rhiannon Talbot, normal girl. Today I am a Slayer and I've seen a man die in the worst way and I'm covered in blood, in a mall in the middle of a zombie town, dead city. Dead. Dead man.

"Help me," I whimper. I fear I'm going mad.

[myworldisgone]

I use the shell's image to get this far, I did not have to be covered in the stench of humanity long to absorb it's tricks. They decieve to survive. They break great water's flow and harness the sun and tell it when to shine even in darkest night. In order to survive, I show a lie to a man inside a great metal monstrosity, great in this world is toy-like in compare to others. I tell him lies with her face, in her voice, so he will grant me passage. He is much easier to convince than the men surrounding my destination with thier small metal weaponry

[its_what_we_do]

The Slayer, a British girl, collapses. She is overwhelmed and frightened, I'd like to attend to her, she has obviously gone through some sort of trauma, but before I can react, the wall explodes in.

While I should be grateful the light from the outside cuts into the darkened room a little, it is a little disconcerting to see that it was a small, meek woman who punctured the wall.

"Where is your leader?! Take me to your king!"

I step forward.

"I'm in charge here, who are you, what do you want?"

I have to put on a front, be brave, for Buffy, for the Slayer on the ground...for my men. But I am terrified. Whatever she was, she was strong...

...and she definitely wasn't a zombie.

She also looked familiar, I'd seen her face before. Photographs, maybe? I review so many files a year, it's hard to say.

Whoever she was, she definitely didn't look like she came to play.

[rhia_talbot]

Just when I think it can't get any worse, the wall collapses. I scream again and scramble across the floor into a corner, where I crouch, hands over my head, peering between my fingers. There is rubble everywhere.

There is a man, and he steps forward. I look at him, and then I look at the person who broke down the wall. And then my heart stops.

It's her.

"DON'T!" I scream, lunging forward and falling on my hands and knees. "She killed him, she'll kill you too, and me, oh god, we have to run!"

[iwouldnt_fear]

I grumble a little, but muffle the sound with my lips. Do I look like a god damned baby sitter? Why do I suddenly get the clear out the crazies job? I hate Buffy right now. For being all the things I don't get to be. Older, chosen, not to mention Riley's favoritest person in the wide world...it burns me up.

I walk over to the mumbling, whimpering, blood spattered girl and offer a hand.

"you want to get out of here or what?" Not like it mattered, I'd drag her from the room if I had to.

[rhia_talbot]

One of the girls, not Buffy, someone I've never even met before, walks up to me and offers a hand and all I can do is stare at her.

Do I want to get out of here?

Well, yes, of course. I also want to take a hot shower, put on some clean clothes and go home. I want Mr. Giles to still be alive. And I want his killer to not be standing in this room while the good guys try to talk to her rationally, because with someone like that, there is no rationality.

And I know she's only talking to me because Riley told her to. I'm hysterical, not stupid or deaf.

"Yes, um, we probably should," I say, but it comes out as more of a mumbled... something. I wonder if Riley and Buffy - I mean, I think that's Buffy - will be okay. If they're stupid enough to try and talk to her. I want to be okay too.

[its_what_we_do]

There's activity behind me, but I never break my gaze from the woman creature. She demands attention, and I give it to her.

Mainly cause I fear that to distract myself could lead to the whole room ending up dead.

...and let's face it, no one really wants that.

"What do you mean? Someone called you here?"

I step forward, a risky move, but she seems to respect confidence in power. If I carry myself as such, I am more likely to gain her trust.

"Do you..."

I swallow.

"...know who did this? Who murdered this city?"

[myworldisgone]

The boy speaks and the words resonate with me. This place has the stench of human death, and I know well enough that there has been magic performed here. More lies and deceit. I consider the situation and reason out that it is in my best interest to align with these humans. I am certain the being I am here to destroy is in this place, but simply tearing apart every living creature would be short and give me little satisfaction. If they do have the resources to find this transgressor, it will be to my benefit to wait till this being has been sifted out.

"Our foe is one and the same. Causing this atrocity, this unnatural affront to the common cycle of things, takes great magic, as would the magic capable of stripping a god of his will."

He'll be looking for a truce, of course, knows I could tear his kingdom asunder on a whim and move on, knows I want to. He'll want to make peace to keep me at bay. Peace is fine with me, for the time being. Peace will deliver to me what I want want.