Mar 20, 2007 02:20
*She got inside and whipped out her cellphone/text message device. She looked through it.*
Xander, Xander.. I know you are in here. Mess with my head.. I mess with your's.
Yes...there it is.*She found an old, old email of his and she used an old email of her's, ancient. One she used when she was 15, way before Buffy was around.*
*She scrolled down to his email, captainbenwilliard@hotmail.com and began the text. She had to type something that if it got intercepted it wouldn't make too much sense and she hoped to all things holy, Prada, Cho, Blahnik that he understood, something that read like spam, like the spam she always got.*
Dearest Captain:
Have some faith, faith and a little bit of magic go a long way!!!!!!!!!!!
But if you turn on faith, it'll go for the head and even a little bit of magic can't save you! Don't resist them.... Magic happens most at midnight, in the dark church with whispered offers and deals.
Don't put yourself in harm's way, not when magic has many offers, especially for those insane enough to listen. Especially when they only have one kind of contact.
Best regards:
so_notXmolly_ringwald@aol.com
*She hit send, she was far from the sharpest knife in the drawer but she hoped he'd get her meaning. She would hate to die so early on.*