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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 23, 2005 18:05:20 GMT
Buffy watched Melissa steer Xander away, silent and unmoving. "We should follow them." Anya finally spoke, watching the Slayer. Buffy slowly nodded, and grabbed a stake from her bag. "Let's go." Buffy muttered, before starting after the two, stake firmly in hand. Anya smiled slightly; she knew Buffy was in her element here. Following a possible vampire threat, stake in hand. She knew how much Buffy disliked being the Slayer; for it put a lot of responsibilty on the girl's slim shoulders. As Anya watched Buffy, she felt like a proud mother. Proud that Buffy was doing what she had to do; no matter how much she hated the job. ((Short, shit post ; )
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 23, 2005 18:32:06 GMT
Correction, if Spike saw Melissa cart-wheeling Xander away as though they were the best of friend as she was now, he would have beaten her to a bloody pulp. Seriously- a bloody pulp. Fortunately for Melissa he wasn’t there to witness it all and he doubtfully would see her again for a century or two unless she miraculously came down with something that would track her down- like radar or a bell, or something. Ha. “You wouldn’t be concerned, you’d be dead.” Melissa correctly cheerfully, practically skipping along the street as though it was made of candy and she was some five year old child, because life- er, un-life- was just that good right now. She wasn’t completely deaf, even if she hadn’t realized Buffy and Anya had been there before she knew they were now and their footsteps felt like little drum beats in the back of Melissa’s head. It was time to ditc all the fucking groupies. Sure, she could put up with them if Xander was, say, Spike or some one else incredibly fitter and, for that matter, more bed worthy. But just for a snack? Not likely, love. Thankfully for Xander, just as the cemetery came into view she careered away to the left, dragging him with her.
“Let’s go find some more exciting people, honey.” The last word wasn’t exactly cute; it was malicious obviously showing she was playing along with the little pantomime but wasn’t liking it at all. If you’d ever been in the presence of some one who liked to feed off humans for a giving, then you would know what it was like. She broke into a run, her grip on Xander’s arm tightening considerably with the burst of speed; it wouldn’t matter if he dragged along, as the place that Melissa was heading to was like a concrete maze. And it echoed. Good luck catching up, slayer. Rounding a corner towards the Bronze, she careered into a crowd and into an alley beyond. No more Bronze, she knew a nice little gang that hung out by the pet department store, yay. That was if Buffy realized she had scampered inside.
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Post by Mr.Malory on Sept 24, 2005 9:29:26 GMT
For some reason, Xander had now changed his mind, and wanted to go back to Buffy and the rest of the gang, damnit, Oh well, he had made this choice. It had better be a good one too. Otherwise, there would be no Xander left to tell the story. Looking back towards Melissa as she started to speak again. “Quite a good point…” His voice seemed quite full of regret at that moment, what if Spike did appear? Then Xander would be dead, one way or another. He looked back towards her after snapping out of a daydream, as she started to skip along the street, Xander practically being dragged along after her. Xander however hadn’t realized Buffy and Anya were still following, probably because he had enough on his mind at this moment, it was un-real. Oh, that made his heart slow a bit, the fact that they had just lollopped past the graveyard. Xander looked around, still literally being dragged along behind Melissa, why had they bothered suddenly skipping down the road? What did she care?
“More exciting people?” Crap, when a vampire said ‘more exciting people’ it often meant other vampires, just his bloody luck. But hey, he should’ve seen it coming really, shouldn’t he? As she broke into a run, he was suddenly dragged along after her again, this time nearly tripping over his heels as he did so. Wow, they had went right past the Bronze. Suddenly turning corners and such. What was this? A pet department store? Why?
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 24, 2005 9:46:20 GMT
"Shit!" Buffy growled, breaking into a run. Anya followed, looking rather dazed as the Slayer sped on, pretty much leaving her in the dust. "Blood brilliant." The vengeance demon sighed, trudging after Buffy, who was in hot pursuit of Xander...and the vampire. "What is with Xander forever attracting demon chicks?" Buffy muttered to herself, apparantly oblivious that Anya couldn't keep up with her, and had fallen behind. She remembered the teacher Xander had fallen in love with; the Praying Mantis. That had been rather...amusing, considering the teacher had only taken virgins. Both Xander and the other guy who'd been taken had then been virgins. Buffy and the gang had been sworn to secrecy about that...
As Melissa and Xander turned the corner, Buffy was just turning the corner at the other end of the street. "Gotcha." She whispered, tearing down the street. Her shoes clacked rather uncomfortably against the ground, and it dawned on her the reason the vampire had taken Xander this way. It echoed, badly. She would be easier to hear, a mile away...
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 24, 2005 11:34:46 GMT
“Oh, yeah. They like all kinds of neat stuff. Torture, murder…” Ever had that feeling of being uncomfortable as some one talks about something they love that you completely hate? This would be that moment. Melissa had been around for more then fifty years, and the first eighteen years of her life had been quite amazing, broad way shows, after parties, glamorous lifestyles with glittering jewellery… Then she’d met Spike, funny enough at and after party to a musical she had been in- second leading lady, to be precise- and her life had got gory since that. The difference between Melissa and most vampires? She’d actually wanted to be one; Spike had thought it would have been funny for him to bite some one in front of her. She hadn’t, like he had expected her to, screamed and fought to try and stop, but watched in a cold, calculative silence. (It had, by the way, been a great way to get rid of the leading lady so she could be the part for the seven performances before her ‘demise’.) The whole sketch had been concluded to be haunted right after that, as she’d picked off the rest of the original cast. It hadn’t been performed again. Returning back to a gentle skip, her grip loosening on Xander’s hand, she slowed down as they came to the shops where the pet store rested, going from happy-go-lucky to being on her guard. Personally she had no reason to do any such thing, the vampires that lurked around here at night were her friends, but she didn’t want them pouncing on Xander. He was her snack! True enough Xander’s footfalls were echoing as the rounded the corner, as were Buffy’s some where in the distance and those of the vampires lurking. Melissa was naturally light on her feet and made little more then a soft padding sound. Whee.
“Hello, guys.” If Melissa hadn’t been creepy before then this certainly was, there were no real faces to be speaking to, only flickering shadows from roof tops, silhouettes inside shops and the occasional echoed foot fall from close by. Too close for comfort. The stores hadn’t done to well tonight, down the boulevard between them resting at a café table a woman’s body was slumped with a mans not to far down from that, probably a couple who’d met their fate. Several windows had been smashed too and the pet department’s doors had been prised open inside a bird was squawking loudly, trying to escape. “Let’s go see the bunny-rabbits!” With a smile at Xander- one laced with something definitely not right- she dragged him into the department store, the lights weren’t on- the only glow coming from the fish tanks at the very end of the store, casting it in blue light. Too far into the middle and it was darkness, a perfect place for some humans to be chased down and terrified. Xander definitely was in for a treat, just a particularly nasty one.
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Post by Mr.Malory on Sept 26, 2005 15:42:27 GMT
“Oh yeh, neat alright…” This however was sarcastic and sounded as though Xander had freaked out, but not completely anyway, otherwise he wouldn’t be working with Buffy, anough freak Crap went on then to drive you completely mad. Oh my, this conversation was getting cold, stone cold in fact. Probably because Xander would much rather talk about, pulling rabbits out of a hat or even Algebra. Anything was better than the Morbid talks of Torture and Murder. Yay! He wasn’t being dragged along as much, probably because he had just realized that they had lost Buffy along the way, note the big long echoing maze-like corridors. He was still being dragged along, a bit, probably because she now skipped down the street instead of running, but hey, Vampires Didn’t get out of breath as easily did they? Oh yay Challenging question.
Ugh, it was creepy around here, especially at night. When it felt like people were watching you, wait maybe there were people watching Melissa and Xander, probably vampires Darnit. Why couldn’t there be normal people at the middle of the night? People, who would love to just go to a Chinese restaurant or something along the lines of that, would be a hell of a lot better than being taking on a whirlwind adventure around Sunnydale. Worse, there were bodies, eek. Quite worrying actually, dead bodies, the shops were quite ruined, but hey, with a bunch of Vampires, werewolves and demons that was no wonder. “Well, if you’re on about the blood sucking kind I’d much rather not…” He said simply, quite a joke actually, blood sucking rabbits, who was he kidding? He looked around, watching as the fish tanks made that eerie blue colour, a few of them flashing on and off, oh, this would be great for a horror story. Wait, it was a horror story, godamnit. Then there was the middle of the store, no light at all, very worrying. As he took another few steps in he stopped, silent again.
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Post by $øþhî€ on Sept 26, 2005 18:23:07 GMT
Losing sight of the two, Buffy swore loudly, falling back against a wall. Anya, out of breath, caught up a few moments later, bending forwards, hands clasping her knees, and taking a few short, ragged breaths. "Where'd they go to?" Anya inquired, hopeful that Buffy would know. When the Slayer merely shrugged, her ears listening keenly for any and all sounds, the vengeance demon groaned loudly, looking around. A pet shop seemed to positively glow, which Anya guessed was from the lights illuminating some of the animals' cages, or tanks. "Well...that pet shop seems as likely a place as any." Anya suggested, barely stopping a shiver racing down her spine at the sight of several vampires creeping into the pet shop, their faces controted(sp?) into their true, vampiric forms. Anya instantly recognised one as the vampire that had gotten away earlier; Kelia. "Hey-theres that vamp from earlier." Buffy announced, straightening up. Her eyes peered over at the pet shop, and Anya could see the determination in the Slayer's face, as she made up her mind to go in there. "Hey, I ain't going in there! That place is high on the shiver factor!" Anya complained, much to the raised eyebrows and amusement of Buffy. "C'mon!" Buffy pestered her, grabbing her friend by the wrist and towing her towards the shop...
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Sept 26, 2005 18:52:11 GMT
Kelia couldn’t have been one of the usual gang, Melissa knew them by name and she had never seen the female vampire. Bib ruled this little gang and the members closely suited him, several ‘biker’ styles individuals, a long with a male vampire straight from the notes of rock, his hair long, matted and his clothes torn. There was, some times, a girl who dressed in mainly black clothes and stark white make-up, but she wasn’t present. Kelia better watch out if she wanted to keep the pretty little hairs on her head intact. In truth, only about half of the little group had entered into the pet shop so clumsily to be noticed, obviously not expecting the slayer to be around to plague them like the nasty disease she so resembled to the vampire race. The gang was one of stealth and skill, hand picked- not some little group any tramp could wander into- even Melissa hadn’t made it, she had a tendency of being too quick to the kill for them. If Kelia was trying to pass of as one of them? She was in just as much trouble as Xander; who was in a lot.
“Don’t be silly!” Melissa declared as Xander tried his hand at sarcastic humour, her hands still entwined with his own and dragging him along the many isles, the signs above labelling which ones looming down like bats poised to strike out at them, before receding back into the gloom as they passed beneath. There was a flicker in the glow as a figure passed in front of the fish tanks, making a large, bulked out form visible before it disappeared. Inside the pet shop was mostly quiet; the foot steps of Melissa and Xander being the only noticeable sound apart from the frightened chirps of the birds and the occasional snuffling noise of a stray animal crawling along the floor. “Rabbits aren’t tasty at all. Yuck.” There was a momentary flash of light that lit up the store to one side as a light flickered on before popping, unleashing a fountain of sparks onto the floor below. They had finally made it to the cages, despite the fact that figures seemed to leap out from every direction, though most of the time they proved to be cardboard cut outs or ill-stacked shelves.
The aisle that lead up to the cages was for cats, showing an impressive selection of collars, beds and toys for all of your kitties desires. It was here that Melissa dropped Xander’s hand, turning back to smile in a delightful way back at him, before starting towards the cages full of animals. Well, they should have been full- many had been torn open by the pack and only a few remained. She wasn’t worried about Xander high-tailing it, not if he was so certain he wanted to get information… If he wanted to live.
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Post by Mr.Malory on Oct 7, 2005 16:10:48 GMT
Nuuu! Xander was till being dragged down the isle and this wasn’t very fun, but hey, not everything could be fun, roller coaster rides weren’t fun, they were just adrenaline pumping mad machines. Yay light! Well a little bit of it, coming from the glowing lights of the fish tanks, well the ones that were still in one piece. Looking back towards the tanks he started for a moment, at the many different types of animals in them, fish, rabbits, birds other crap..Nothing all that exciting really. Looking around his eyes returned to Melissa simply, He looked around before realizing his hand was actually free from Melissa’s grasps, he looked towards the section of which the rabbits were in, having a certain feeling that someone was there, maybe not. He looked back towards the shelves again before sighing, pulling a cat’s collar off to examine it, simply, Oh! It was one of those fasten like ones, the ones hat adjusted to the cat’s neck, and he had the perfect idea, vampires, Melissa in this case had a way of sneaking up on people, if they had a collar with a bell on it then they wouldn’t be able to sneak up on him, or anyone. Prowling forwards for a second he had got the casing off the collar before smirking.
As he got closer to Malissa he smirked, she was looking at the stuff on the aisle therefore! In a split second he had jumped forwards and put the collar onto Melissa’s neck, whoo it worked! He smirked before standing victoriously, now he just had to hope Melissa didn’t go psycho…
(Short post, but hey)
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Oct 7, 2005 17:43:14 GMT
Actually, Melissa was none the wiser to what Xander was doing, she’d managed to actually track down and catch one of the petrified rabbits to hold it in her grasp and coo like an overzealous dove. Melissa had always liked rabbits, since she was little to right now when she was… Older and dead. Holding it in her arm, like a baby would be held by a mother, she reached out with a hand to gently stroke it one the head. Hey, how many times would any person ever be able to see a vampire lather all their attention on one, small being? Cradling it sweetly, she didn’t even notice that Xander had picked up the collar until… Gurk! What the hell was that? Something was round her neck and she didn’t like it at all. Tinkle, tinkle. What. The. Fuck. The rabbit was dropped in an instant, falling to the floor and landing heavily on it’s feet before darting away like a speeding bullet. Her hands shot to her throat and connected with… A cat collar? Immediately she tried to undo it, scrabbling with the sides and the back frantically in quite an amusing display of panic- Her face finally flicking into its vampire form as she flopped to the floor, loosing her balance in her desperation to remove the annoying bell and collar. What was worse was the tinkling noise it made when ever she moved, as though it was trying to taunt her. Ha, ha! I’m stuck here and you can’t do any thing! Finally giving up, she realized that the more she tried to fight it off the worse it got, tightening every time. It had to be a collar for one of those cats that always tried to escape from their ownership. She snarled, looking down at the metallic ball that made the bell and flicking it to try that it was in fact what was making the noise. It was. Shit. Well, all she could really comment was that it at least matched her outfit, which was a damn good combination of pink and black. Hell, she was good.
“That’s not very nice.” Looking back up at Xander- she couldn’t look directly at him, as she was now on the floor and unable to, no, didn’t want to, get up. Wow, this was nifty. How was she supposed to eat something now? You couldn’t very well sneak up on some one in a dark alley with a cat bell round your neck, could you? Well, not very well any way. And, yes, for your information her neck as back to normal- it had been since she had spoken and her voice sounded like a fetching combination of sad and amused, despite the show of extreme fury only seconds before.
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Post by $øþhî€ on Oct 7, 2005 20:51:27 GMT
Buffy dropped Anya's wrist and headed into the pet store, letting the vengeance demon hover outside. "If I see anything...I'll let you know." Anya whispered to Buffy as she started away. Buffy nodded firmly, knowing full-well what she meant. If something tried to creep up on Anya, she would scream untill Buffy came to her rescue, which, when one considered the size of this damned shop, could take a little big longer than the two would hope.
With only the light from some of the animals' cages as guidance, the Slayer crept along, keeping quiet. She fancied she heard a frantic scuffle nearby; but put it down to rabbits fighting. Or something like that. Continuing her search for Xander and miss.vampire-girl, she swore she heard the tinkling of a bell. "God, this place gives me the creeps." She muttered to herself, thinking about what Anya had said about it being "high on the shiver factor". She was definitely right!
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Post by Mr.Malory on Oct 9, 2005 9:06:15 GMT
Xander had actually tried to keep in the laughter as Melissa dropped to the floor trying to get off the collar, though her response was just as unnerving as the vampire herself trying to rip out Xander’s throat, in fact that was what he was expecting, creepy. “I’m not a very nice person!” he said quite proud of the fact he had actually got the collar around her neck with all of his limbs, and she didn’t seem to mind? How odd. “The idea is now you won’t be able to sneak up on anyone” he said smiling, obviously the type of smile of which would appear upon your face when you were either very amused, about to laugh, or a combination of both, yay! He didn’t actually believe he had done that, he now felt a little better about being in the pet shop, now she wouldn’t exactly be able to sneak up on him would she? Oh quality moments, this was probably one of xander’s best.
That was when Xander turned around, his back now the only thing Melissa would be able to see, if she even saw anything, after all she was on the floor. He had heard something, and it seemed to be getting darker, probably because of the fish tanks of which had decided to turn themselves off. Scary. He heard the last part of Buff’s sentence and then there was silence again, for a few seconds, until he felt something by his feet, now getting a tad freaked out, he took a few steps forwards, maybe he would head for the door? Best idea probably “Ok, I’m going now bye!” he said sheepishly looking back towards the bit of flooring of which Melissa was lying on last time he saw her, only a few seconds ago really. She wouldn’t have gotten up without xander knowing anyway would she? He continued to take steps forwards before nearly tripping over something on the floor.
OoC: Short x:
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Post by Miss F. Atigue on Oct 10, 2005 16:40:54 GMT
She blinked up at Xander, resisting the urge to scowl very well and ending up looking very placid for a vampire that had literally been collared. She’d be unable to get it off on her own and she knew it, she wasn’t going to let some random vampire or human take it off either, her dignity and pride was too high for that. There were only two vampires she would ever allow to remove the collar with out feeling utterly humiliated- the first was Spike, her sire, and the second was Drusilla, who she respected a hell of a lot, even if she thought Spike should have fawned over her instead of the other female. But Spike had vanished a few weeks ago after Buffy and Angel’s raid on their base and Drusilla would never come back here, or at least Melissa assumed so. She shifted from her kneeling position on the floor with another tinkle from the bell around her neck, though it was mostly deafened out by a crash from the other side of the pet store as a vampire threw a fish tank at the wall. Falling still, on her hands and knees, she looked as though she was contemplating what to do as she listened to Xander’s words, her eyes focusing on the floor beneath her in quite a mournful way. It would have looked, if she had been human, as though she was feeling incredibly guilty. In truth she wasn’t she was just waiting for the best moment, waiting for dear old Xander to stop talking and start moving. Oh, she was all for him showing off for a little bit, he was overlooked a lot because of his friend Buffy…
As he stumbled with his near trip she acted, darting forwards with reflexes considerably faster then any humans and maybe overtaking that of a cat, the bell tinkling harshly and echoing round the silence of the pet store. She could have been moving in any direction to any place. It was helped that she’d moved onto her arms and knees, her feet gaining a grip from the floor as she propelled herself forwards, hands opening to try and catch his leg and drag him down. It was quite a simple motion, aiming to trip him. Then she would move to pin him when- if- he fell, but not any ordinary pin. She’d use her body weight to get him down, lie on his back at an angle so that she could wrap her hand round his neck so that he wouldn’t want to risk moving. Then, she might have some fun, finally. “Too bad.” She hissed, smirking in the same manner he had before trying to leave, talking into his ear in the same way that . “I’ve been a bad girl and I don’t want you to leave.”
{ I have permission from Kumuz to pin Xander, so she has pinned him, she is lying on top of him and she has got her hand round her throat. }
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Post by $øþhî€ on Oct 14, 2005 17:30:31 GMT
Hey, call her stupid, but the Slayer -who was on a corridor not all that far from them- did not hear anything. Nevertheles, she was constantly shivering and thinking out loud. Not that loud, but loud enough to hear herself speak. "I am so getting out of here." She muttered, then froze. She could have sworn she heard that same tinkling of a bell once more. Frowning, she edged around a few aisles, softly calling Xander's name. She wasn't sure if he was here -she hadn't heard anything to prove he was here- but that bloody bell was annoying her. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. She stood stock still, Slayer instincts kicking in. Cautiously, she looked left and right down the lonely aisles, then kicked over a large display of cat food. As the tins all fell to the floor, clattering as they hit the floor, she displayed a wild, warrior's smile. After all, whats the use in being a -the- Slayer if you don't like to fight? She was sure she would lure any demons and such out with that little -but powerful- kick of hers.
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