Perfect
Title: Perfect
Notes: Warren is a creepy stalker.
Warnings ... Warren is a creepy stalker.
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Her name is Madison Rayne.
A name, he's learned in these past few weeks, that she hates. But he's learned a lot about her lately. He's had to. And after all of the learning he's done, he's decided that she's perfect.
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The whole thing started out with a very simple notion: find a suitable host for the Undine currently taking up residence in his spare room. Very soon, however, it became so much more complicated than that. He wasn't looking for just any woman. There were so many requirements to fill.
She had to be someone no one would miss, at least not for a while. She had to be capable of bearing children. She had to be strong.
And she had to be, on a base level, someone that he would get along with. Someone with just the right personality that, with the right lies, would be willing to tolerate, and hell, even assist him, without being under the Undine's influence.
With strict orders to the Undine, and its twitchy teenaged host, Warren disappeared for a while. He had a house in another city, hundreds of miles away from his own. A refuge, a safehouse. The place where he went after Kara had so thoughtfully burned his last house down.
He was prepared to stay there for as long as it took.
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She's an avid swimmer. Passionate about little else but the sport, with Olympic aspirations. She's at the pool every spare moment she has. In the evenings after she's done with work, and back again ungodly early on Saturdays.
He keeps a more casual schedule. A few days a week, making sure to skip a day every once and a while. This is something he- or rather his assumed persona- enjoys, but he shares nothing near her passion.
Their conversation by the poolside is casual, bordering on flirtatious only once and a while. They talk about mundane things like the weather, and exchange little stories. He does enough research on his own time, calling in favors if he has to, to learn the finer details of this woman's capabilities.
She's attractive enough, he supposes, and her love of the water would work highly in her favor. Especially when it comes to surviving.
There's also something about her that reminds him of, well, him.
She has no friends to speak of. The way she throws herself fully into her sport, and chases her goals with an icy, singleminded determination is something he's quite acquainted with. She has a real capability to be a bitch, too, which he appreciates. After one of their "accidental" run-ins at the pool, he heard another pool regular toss some teasing remarks Madison's way.
She, in so many words, told the other woman to shove it.
He's pretty much decided on her by that point.
If nothing else, the irony of her surname is almost worth it on its own.
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It's dark, after hours at the recreation center. A few stragglers are filtering out to the parking lot, duffel bags in hand, towels slung over shoulders. Madison, in her typical fashion, is one of the last ones out.
Warren catches her eye and gives her a polite nod from across the lot, as he makes for his car. He gets halfway there when he hears her yell.
He jogs over, looking for all the world like he's worried, when in fact he knows exactly what he'll find. The window of her car has been smashed in, tires slashed. The stereo is half-torn from the dash, as if someone had been interrupted by a passerby.
It's amazing what a few well-placed runes can make happen.
He offers to call the police, while she rages and swears and bites back tears of frustration. She informs him that she can do it, that she just needs a minute, so instead he pulls his car around, offering to wait with her.
When she pulls out her cell phone, her world suddenly goes black. She collapses, suddenly motionless, into Warren's arms.
He places her carefully in his car, and drives back to the house, where a suitcase full of her things and a quick spell to send them both home are waiting.
She'll wake up in a little holding cell in his basement. He doesn't know how long he'll have to keep her there. Hopefully not long. It took him long enough to find her.
Notes: Warren is a creepy stalker.
Warnings ... Warren is a creepy stalker.
---
Her name is Madison Rayne.
A name, he's learned in these past few weeks, that she hates. But he's learned a lot about her lately. He's had to. And after all of the learning he's done, he's decided that she's perfect.
---
The whole thing started out with a very simple notion: find a suitable host for the Undine currently taking up residence in his spare room. Very soon, however, it became so much more complicated than that. He wasn't looking for just any woman. There were so many requirements to fill.
She had to be someone no one would miss, at least not for a while. She had to be capable of bearing children. She had to be strong.
And she had to be, on a base level, someone that he would get along with. Someone with just the right personality that, with the right lies, would be willing to tolerate, and hell, even assist him, without being under the Undine's influence.
With strict orders to the Undine, and its twitchy teenaged host, Warren disappeared for a while. He had a house in another city, hundreds of miles away from his own. A refuge, a safehouse. The place where he went after Kara had so thoughtfully burned his last house down.
He was prepared to stay there for as long as it took.
---
She's an avid swimmer. Passionate about little else but the sport, with Olympic aspirations. She's at the pool every spare moment she has. In the evenings after she's done with work, and back again ungodly early on Saturdays.
He keeps a more casual schedule. A few days a week, making sure to skip a day every once and a while. This is something he- or rather his assumed persona- enjoys, but he shares nothing near her passion.
Their conversation by the poolside is casual, bordering on flirtatious only once and a while. They talk about mundane things like the weather, and exchange little stories. He does enough research on his own time, calling in favors if he has to, to learn the finer details of this woman's capabilities.
She's attractive enough, he supposes, and her love of the water would work highly in her favor. Especially when it comes to surviving.
There's also something about her that reminds him of, well, him.
She has no friends to speak of. The way she throws herself fully into her sport, and chases her goals with an icy, singleminded determination is something he's quite acquainted with. She has a real capability to be a bitch, too, which he appreciates. After one of their "accidental" run-ins at the pool, he heard another pool regular toss some teasing remarks Madison's way.
She, in so many words, told the other woman to shove it.
He's pretty much decided on her by that point.
If nothing else, the irony of her surname is almost worth it on its own.
---
It's dark, after hours at the recreation center. A few stragglers are filtering out to the parking lot, duffel bags in hand, towels slung over shoulders. Madison, in her typical fashion, is one of the last ones out.
Warren catches her eye and gives her a polite nod from across the lot, as he makes for his car. He gets halfway there when he hears her yell.
He jogs over, looking for all the world like he's worried, when in fact he knows exactly what he'll find. The window of her car has been smashed in, tires slashed. The stereo is half-torn from the dash, as if someone had been interrupted by a passerby.
It's amazing what a few well-placed runes can make happen.
He offers to call the police, while she rages and swears and bites back tears of frustration. She informs him that she can do it, that she just needs a minute, so instead he pulls his car around, offering to wait with her.
When she pulls out her cell phone, her world suddenly goes black. She collapses, suddenly motionless, into Warren's arms.
He places her carefully in his car, and drives back to the house, where a suitcase full of her things and a quick spell to send them both home are waiting.
She'll wake up in a little holding cell in his basement. He doesn't know how long he'll have to keep her there. Hopefully not long. It took him long enough to find her.