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Post by Buffy Summers on Aug 20, 2007 19:40:25 GMT -5
As Buffy walked through underneath a small bridge in the city she twirled a stake between her fingers. Not really because she wanted to use it but more or less because she was bored. She was on her way to meet Willow and some other people at a club called The Monarch. No one really knew where it got its name or who actually owned it, as the owner never made any appearances. But it was a popular club nonetheless. It wasn't all that big, probably medium on the side of small. But its cozy atmosphere made up for its lack of space. Large wall sconces held vanilla scented candles along the red padded walls. The middle of the club was the dance floor and surrounding it was the bar. On the other side of the bar were booths and couches and chairs and such, the lounging area.
As walked she began thinking of what would become of the gang. If they were prepared for the upcoming battle or not, whether they could win. Even if they would live, as there was a good chance that they would not. Everything seemed so far away, yet deathly close at the same time. Buffys mind was becoming sort of fogged from all the miserable thoughts. She hoped she would reach the club soon so she could get her mind off of the war that they would all inevitably face.
As if her prayers had been answered something leapt out at her from the shadows; a vampire. Her instincts coming in handy she was able to side step fast enough so that the vamp landed just a foot to the left of her. Taking its mistake to her advantage she sent a powerful kick to his abdomen hearing a satisfying crunch as it connected with his ribs. Kicking again to break even more the bloodsucker doubled over in pain. Buffy rushed forward grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing him several feet and onto his back. Being happy that she'd had her stake with her already she quickly moved over to him; standing above him. She looked into his eyes and then thrusted the stake into his heart. Seeing him turn into dust put a small smile on her face as she made her way to the club.
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Aug 20, 2007 19:45:50 GMT -5
Willow sat in the corner of the club where she was supposed to meet Buffy. She was late, probably due to unscheduled slayage, and Willow was tired. She just sat and watched all the people dancing and having a good time. She wished she were having a good time too. Nevertheless, she wasn't, she was having a bad night.
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Post by Darren Gallion on Aug 20, 2007 20:19:37 GMT -5
Slash. Draw. Impact.
The words reverberated in his mind throughout the night, over and over again; a broken record of sorts. The slashing effect his presence had on others, the drawing on raw emotions, and the impact it causes, leading to innocent people's deaths. That was all he was, and that was all he could be. No knight-in-shining armor, no fairy-tale hero, yeah, the demon. Even if he could silence himself from everyone, someone would still get hurt severely. Isn't that a bummer?
Darren looked around the street corners, bustling with prostitution and drugs and such, the same vices attracting humankind to their downfalls. Good thing he had nothing to do with that. From a distance, he caught a glimpse of a pair of vampires chasing down humans. Into action the demon went, and he quickly made work of the two. One fell to his arrow, and other to a wayward fireball.
Now he hated himself; it didn't matter that he had just saved two of the humans, because he caught wind of another wave of vampires, already killed and fed off of humans. Too late for them, and of course, the blame was on him. Feeling disappointment in his achievements, he slowly treaded through the hookers and dealers, ignoring their presences and drowning out thoughts. He found himself right in front of a club. Looking around with quiet trepidation, the Nephilim entered the club silently, trying not to draw any attention to himself.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Aug 21, 2007 7:11:16 GMT -5
As Buffy entered through the front doors of the club the bouncers waved her in; most people already knew who Buffy was and what she did, this made it easy for her to make her way through the city with no problems. Walking in she could already see Willow in a corner booth of the club waiting for her. Hopefully she wouldn't be to mad at her for being late, it wasn't really Buffy's fault. She noticed that Willow looked sort of down, as if she was having a bad night. Buffy hoped to cheer her up with a little dancing, perhaps some drinks.
She strode over to Willow's table and waved a hello, sitting down. "Why the sad face?"[/b] She said, her tone questioning yet her face sweet. Before Willow could answer Buffy felt a presence enter the bar; something not so human. Her eyes went straight towards a man, a demon. She knew that he wasn't a vampire, as he was too strong to be a vampire. He must be a demon, a new species at that; Buffy had certainly never felt anything like him. As her light green eyes met with his own they held glances for a few seconds and then Buffy quickly turned back to Willow.
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Aug 21, 2007 17:14:36 GMT -5
Willow's sad face turned to a smile as she saw her best friend enter the club. She was pretending, of course. She felt lousy. Buffy saw straight through her too. "Just my life," she said sighing. She had moved to a new city, new country, all in a couple of months. She felt so out of place.
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Post by Darren Gallion on Aug 21, 2007 17:48:11 GMT -5
This place...it teems with near destruction...
He could feel the incoming trouble in the club, but his eyes quickly redirected to a young woman, a slayer he figured. She was no ordinary human, and she must've noticed that he was a demon. Hopefully, no fight would break out between anyone, but as soon as his large and somber frame passed a pair of humans, both of them quickly drew to offensive maneuvers, taking light jokes seriously. They would surely have begun a fight, if not for the bouncer right at the door.
Already, he was guilty for causing such a thing, so he quickly sat himself down at the bar counter, being quickly approached by a few drunk characters. He could small their foul breaths of alcohol. Not looking to pay attention to them at all, he watched the bartender with lost eyes, obviously displaying a sense of an unknown feel to the environment.
"Hey, you're in my seat." One of the drunk men remarked, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. Immediately, his shoulder tensed. It was not very often that someone had the sheer fortitude to invade his personal space. Retreating his hands into his jeans, he slowly creaked the openings of his eyes.
"If you knew who I was, you would remove that hand as quickly as possible."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Aug 21, 2007 18:56:33 GMT -5
Buffy watched as the demon sat down and ordered a drink. Some foolish drunk strutted over to him and made contact; telling him to get out of his seat or something like that. It was so loud in the club that even with Buffy's hearing she could barely make out what the human said. It seemed so normal for the drunk, and yet Buffy knew it was only because he didn't know the man in 'his seat' was a demon. Trying to loosen up a bit and forget about slaying and demons Buffy turned her focus back onto Willow.
"Come on, cheer up. Lets get a few drinks in you and then we can hit the dance floor. Sound better?"[/b] She said hoping to lift her friends attitude a bit.
[Sorry so short, my muse just isn't here in this thread]
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Aug 21, 2007 19:50:27 GMT -5
"Alright then," she replied glumly. She was feeling less than average. Something was wrong, she just wasn't sure what. She brightened up a little bit when she saw how much fun Buffy was having. She couldn't help but feel like she didn't fit in here. She tried to cheer herself up and asked, "So, what's going on?"
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Post by Darren Gallion on Aug 21, 2007 20:33:36 GMT -5
"I'll ask you again, get out of my seat." The drunkard was truly losing his mind, raising his voice against a demon. But of course, he didn't know at all. Darren wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a response, as he gracefully took the drink the bartender just handed to him. Taking a slow sip, he found the smell to be repulsive, but if this was what he had to do to fit in and not give the impression of a demon, then it was fine with him. But this man simply would not give up with his tactics.
With a swift move of his large hands, the man knocked the glass right out of Darren's nimble fingers, smashing on the floor. A few people noticed the shattered glass on the floor, and the man slowly began to stumble around, no doubt as a side effect to his alcoholism. Rather than do anything to him, Darren placing his hands in his trenchcoat, ignoring any and all of his motions. With luck, perhaps he would just walk away and leave him be.
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Aug 21, 2007 23:10:19 GMT -5
Willow saw Buffy looking at someone before she stopped and looked at her. A guy with silver hair and big muscles. She figured he was bad news by the way Buffy looked. She knew her looks and this one was one of worry. Buffy sensed something off about him and Willow did too. She could feel the power coming off of him in waves. He was powerful. She almost got dizzy from all of it. "Buffy, what's wrong?" she asked her with a worried look on her face.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Aug 22, 2007 17:28:35 GMT -5
"Demon, but theres something weird about him. He didn't even defend himself against that guy." Buffy said, a confused look on her face.
She wasn't sure what was up with this demon. He was obviously powerful, he probably could've ripped that guy in half. Yet, he didn't, he just stood there and took it. He probably knew that Buffy was there, and didn't want to get into it with her. But she sensed it was more then that, it seemed to her like he didn't even want to harm the man; it was definitely weird.
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Post by Darren Gallion on Aug 22, 2007 17:36:54 GMT -5
It was truly a frustrating thing for him not to harm anyone, but he figured it would happen eventually. But for now, he would try and enjoy his time here by himself. This drunkard man seemed to grow even more angry with his passive behavior, and stormed right out of the bar, murmuring something about waiting until he would go outside. Darren ignored all of the comments he had made and continued with his night, asking for another drink, and smelling the hard liquor in it. Taking a slow sip, letting the drink ooze down his throat, he was ready to stop instantly.
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Aug 22, 2007 20:52:10 GMT -5
"Yes, I know, I can feel his power," she said, "He is extremely powerful, it's coming off him in waves." It was making her dizzy and she had a worried look on her face. It was mystical energy she was feeling. That guy had some serious power. She couldn't tell if it was good or bad though. "Just ignore him," she said to Buffy. Though that was a very hard thing to do right now. She was getting more dizzy still and nauseous.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Aug 28, 2007 10:53:56 GMT -5
"Hey, stay strong, i'll be right back."[/b] She said softly to Willow as she noticed the waves of energy coming from the Demon beginning to affect her.
She stood up and made her way through the crowd, the odd crowd that it was. It was concentrated of mainly teenagers pretending to be older then they really are and middle aged men and woman, pretending to be younger then they really are. As strange as it was she ignored it and kept moving until she finally reached the demon at the bar. She noticed that she was still drinking, calm as if nothing had happened. Why he hadn't defended himself against the human she didn't know, but she intended to find out.
"So are you usually this nice and cuddly? Or is this just because you saw me here. Because honestly, if you want to try and kill someone don't let me stop you."[/b] She said hoping to provoke him and see if he truly didn't harm humans, or it was an act because she was present.
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Post by Darren Gallion on Sept 9, 2007 9:54:20 GMT -5
Quickly, his ears caught the voice of someone. Upon further notice, he realized that this was that slayer he had been hearing about in Italy. He wondered if she knew if it was a good idea to have that slayer moniker, but decided against it. He had never gone up against a slayer, and by the strength he knew they possessed, it was wiser not to. Still, didn't mean he had to fear or cower in their presence. As she asked her question, another few drops of liquor poured down his throat, as he casually shrugged his shoulders.
"Trying to provoke me here is useless. Should be enough proof that I am not here to harm anyone, regardless of your presence. Or is the word of a demon too much for you to believe?"
Closing his eyes, he wondered about her intentions. She seemed quite the proud one. Truly, that would be a disappointing downfall, but that was much of the human race. Though he could not say anything about his own demon race.
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