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[fred_less]

ooc: Open to anyone who'd like to find Fred face down in a puddle of blood in the lobby of her apartment building. Or not. Either way, she'll live. But someone else needed to notice the Yasha demon running around Boston. And Fred needed a reality check.Fred meant it when she told Wesley she'd call someone if she ever wanted to go out hunting.

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[redwicca]

Willow's in the neighborhood, driving, on her way back from New York. She actually means to stop by and ask Fred for her advice on something. She parks nearby and starts to walk toward the
front door, when she catches sight of a --a dog? A wolf? racing away
from the building. She ducks out of sight, instinctively reaching for the
crossbow in her tote. The scent carried on the wind makes her stomach
turn. A demon--?
She hurries up the sidewalk as it disappears, still keeping a wary eye out
in case it returns. The door's battered, claw marks and one of the hinges broken.
She gets the door open, wincing...then freezes, if only for a second. Oh, no--

[fred_less]

Fred can hear something far off. It sounds like a door being opened, but the pain is stronger than the sound and she can't bring herself to wake up. She groans quietly, eyes fluttering, but remains on the floor.

[redwicca]

"Fred." Willow crouches next to her, turning her over carefully.
Unconscious, but breathing, and her pulse is strong when Willow touches her wrist. She pulls off the scarf she's wearing, wrapping
it tightly around Fred's shoulder. Not the best choice for a bandage, but it'll have to do until they can get to a hospital.
The bleeding seems to slow. Willow checks quickly, but doesn't see
any other injuries.

[fred_less]

She can feel something on her shoulder, something tight. It hurts. She groans again and her eyes open slowly, staring up at the ceiling. It takes her a few moments to recognize Willow.