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Posted by shining_key on 2006.09.01 at 12:30
The place is practically empty. Silent too. Except maybe a few scuffling noises made by priest in back rooms. I'm surprised I didn't burst into flames at the entrance after what I had just snogged.

I'm not quite sure where to go. I stand in the middle of an isle, slowly walking towards the front altar. Confession booths on the right. I'm not sure if I should go in one and wait for a priest; just to ask for the holy water.

Before I can make a decision on what to do a creepily thin man walks out from the back. He is wearing the attire of a preacher. The way he's looking at me makes me nervous. Sort of makes me want to run back to the hotel.

"Ec-Excuse me?" I stammer.
"Yes, dear?" He cocks his head to the side. His blank, emotionless expression sets my skin crawling.

"Uh, could I, possibly, get some holy water?" I try to smile. It comes out as a nervous smirk.

"Why, of course. May I ask why? Wording off evil spirits? The devil himself, maybe an unwanted boyfriend?"

Oh if only he knew. I tell him it's like a security blanket. Just in case I need it. He nods and tells me to follow him. He leads me to the door that he came out of. Everything inside this little chapel is large and wooden. Eerie, not comforting.

I stop at the door, but he continues. He's looking through a desk. He tells me to come in, but I'm a statue. I know better than to enter a room alone with a creepy male. Even if I wasn't the slayer's sister, I have common sense.

He takes matters into his own hands though. Walks behind me, shuffles me in and shuts the door. He son after hands me a vile of what he says is holy water.

"You don't seem like one who would be afraid of monsters."
"I'm not afraid. I'm cautious."

We're close at this point. Physically. We are a mere six inches a part. My palms are sweating and my insides are yelling at me to run along home. He cocks his head once more and stares blankly at my eyes again. Like a cat looking at something shiny.

I can see without looking down how he raises both hands slightly. His nails, or I should say claws, are poised. I'm not waiting any longer. With the bottle gripped almost too tight in my left hand I reach for the door knob with my right.

I fling it open and run.

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spike_survives
spike_survives at 2006-09-01 17:20 (UTC) (Link)
I stand up all of a sudden. She's in danger! I can feel it. I slam the door open, and damn near burn to a crisp running into the blinding sunlight. I'm wearing nothing but a towel. FUCK!

I run back to the bathroom, put the still wet clothes back on. I get a blanket off the bed and wrap it around me as best I can. The umbrella's still in the car.

I run out, trying to focus on the traces of Dawn's smell and ignore the smoke of my own slowly roasting flesh.

Don't know how long I've been running or how far from the motel I am. I see the truck in front of a church. Can smell her. Can smell her fear. Hold on, Dawn! I'm coming.

She's running out. I push her aside and go straight for the freak chasing her. I change into game face and leap.

I killed him a little too quickly for my taste, but I still purr, delighted. Nothing as sweet as killing someone in a church.

I run out and jump in the back of the car. She's going to drive back to the motel. I guess I escaped burning alive today.
shining_key at 2006-09-01 17:31 (UTC) (Link)
The worst smell in the world. Burning flesh. Well right up next to burning hair. It's still gross. I don't like that he has to save me. To smell his own burning flesh.

I speed back to the motel. Spike is in the back. It sounds like he is trying to say words at me. Though I can't tell if the are scolding, or worried. It's just mumbling.

The second I park the car we run back into the room. We probably look like lunatics. Neither of us say a word as we both collapse on our respective beds.
spike_survives
spike_survives at 2006-09-01 17:51 (UTC) (Link)
She hasn't thanked me. She hasn't staked me for sending her out alone either. Do they cancel each other out? Hardly. I'm the reason she had to run into the assassin. I'm the reason there are assassins after her.

"Talked to Harris again. He said Willow's going to help us," I tell her, laying on the bed in my wet and burned clothes.

She doesn't say anything. I can almost taste the resentment. The hate I feel from her causes another surge of lust. I shan't give into it!

"This can't be right. I'm evil, you know that. I know that better than you. But not around you. What I did... tried to do... not me. As soon as it gets dark, we're going to see someone. I should go alone, but with the Order after you, you're safer with me. Just keep the holy water at hand."

I will myself to sleep. I should turn on the TV or radio, something that would cover the noises coming from the other bed. Her breathing, her heartbeat, the exquisite sound of her flesh rubbing against the sheets. But I have to withstand the torture of listening to her in order to be able to hear any signs of intrusion as soon as possible.

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