Imagine the fire.
Characters: Sam and Spike
Time: Afternoon
Location: Sunnydale Sewers - Magic Box
Thread Status: Closed.
Sam slipped silently through the sewers of Sunnydale California. The scent was overwhelming at first, but she was used to using the sewers during the day. But with her speed and agility, she was able to avoid stepping on all the rats, and all the actual.. sewage. She hoped from side to side, letting her nose take her to where it wanted to go.
She was trying to focus on the smell, but her mind kept drifting back to what she'd just witnessed. She would never understand why her loving sire would set herself up to get hurt once more. After everything that she'd been through, after all the years it took for Sam to bring her back.. to bring her into her own.. As they taught each other over the years.
It was so much work.. So much.. to get her to believe in herself. So much work to get her to even attempt to forget about the prick of a vampire who had broken her heart. Who had turned her into a complete lap dog, made her fall so madly in love with him and then just.. leave her. like the snap of a finger.
It was pathetic.
And it was killing her.
She went down a left side, and then a right, and then another left, until she had to pause, a scent immediately hitting her nose. All thoughts of her sire, breaking her own heart, fled her mind. It was a scent that she knew very well. Sage. Cinnamon. Different scents of wax. Butterfly wings. Dusty old books. And blood. Lots of blood.
It was a scent that had been so heavenly to her over the years.
Immediately rushing off toward the scent, she crawled herself up the ladder and looked through the manhole cover. It was sunny in that area, but only just that she could make it up and out and into the shade without much damage.
Taking in a deep, unneeded breath, she pushed open the cover and hoped out. She let out a gasp. She was wrong, so very wrong! There was lots of sun! And it was burning! She could smell her skin sizzling as she hip hoped out of the manhole, covered it, and made a beeline to the shade that was just big enough for her body to stand in.
Taking in a few, calming breaths, she let her skin begin to immediately heal over and she slipped through the back door of the best shop that Sunnydale was most likely to ever have.
The Magic Box.
And the only reason she knew that, was she'd heard of a witch here in Sunnydale, about a year ago, tearing the place to absolute shreds. Bringing down the beams, knocking over everything, setting things on fire. And the only reason she actually knew that this was the place, was it still smelt of fresh paint, and she figured that there was no other magic store in Sunnydale, so it had to be the shop.
It was completely empty though. Just like the rest of Sunnydale. There was stuff strewn around, windows shattered, glass vials and books absolutely destroyed. She should have figured that this was what she was going to walk into when she'd seen the rest of the ghost town. But it was still.. absolutely heart breaking.
Slipping further into the store, she ran her fingers gently over the glass counter, before bending over and peering inside. There was a stand there, but the item was missing, and she bent down to read it. It was a hammer. From a Troll named Olaf.
She couldn't help but laugh.
Turning around, she looked up and saw that there was a second floor. Moving toward it, and instead of jumping up, she climbed the ladder and crouched down toward the bookshelves, picking off one of the books and moving to sit down in the corner, her brown eyes scanning the pages, her fingers gently caressing the words.
She'd gotten so wrapped up that she never heard the sound of the back door opening and then closing. Signalling that she wasn't the only customer that the Magic Box currently had.
Time: Afternoon
Location: Sunnydale Sewers - Magic Box
Thread Status: Closed.
Sam slipped silently through the sewers of Sunnydale California. The scent was overwhelming at first, but she was used to using the sewers during the day. But with her speed and agility, she was able to avoid stepping on all the rats, and all the actual.. sewage. She hoped from side to side, letting her nose take her to where it wanted to go.
She was trying to focus on the smell, but her mind kept drifting back to what she'd just witnessed. She would never understand why her loving sire would set herself up to get hurt once more. After everything that she'd been through, after all the years it took for Sam to bring her back.. to bring her into her own.. As they taught each other over the years.
It was so much work.. So much.. to get her to believe in herself. So much work to get her to even attempt to forget about the prick of a vampire who had broken her heart. Who had turned her into a complete lap dog, made her fall so madly in love with him and then just.. leave her. like the snap of a finger.
It was pathetic.
And it was killing her.
She went down a left side, and then a right, and then another left, until she had to pause, a scent immediately hitting her nose. All thoughts of her sire, breaking her own heart, fled her mind. It was a scent that she knew very well. Sage. Cinnamon. Different scents of wax. Butterfly wings. Dusty old books. And blood. Lots of blood.
It was a scent that had been so heavenly to her over the years.
Immediately rushing off toward the scent, she crawled herself up the ladder and looked through the manhole cover. It was sunny in that area, but only just that she could make it up and out and into the shade without much damage.
Taking in a deep, unneeded breath, she pushed open the cover and hoped out. She let out a gasp. She was wrong, so very wrong! There was lots of sun! And it was burning! She could smell her skin sizzling as she hip hoped out of the manhole, covered it, and made a beeline to the shade that was just big enough for her body to stand in.
Taking in a few, calming breaths, she let her skin begin to immediately heal over and she slipped through the back door of the best shop that Sunnydale was most likely to ever have.
The Magic Box.
And the only reason she knew that, was she'd heard of a witch here in Sunnydale, about a year ago, tearing the place to absolute shreds. Bringing down the beams, knocking over everything, setting things on fire. And the only reason she actually knew that this was the place, was it still smelt of fresh paint, and she figured that there was no other magic store in Sunnydale, so it had to be the shop.
It was completely empty though. Just like the rest of Sunnydale. There was stuff strewn around, windows shattered, glass vials and books absolutely destroyed. She should have figured that this was what she was going to walk into when she'd seen the rest of the ghost town. But it was still.. absolutely heart breaking.
Slipping further into the store, she ran her fingers gently over the glass counter, before bending over and peering inside. There was a stand there, but the item was missing, and she bent down to read it. It was a hammer. From a Troll named Olaf.
She couldn't help but laugh.
Turning around, she looked up and saw that there was a second floor. Moving toward it, and instead of jumping up, she climbed the ladder and crouched down toward the bookshelves, picking off one of the books and moving to sit down in the corner, her brown eyes scanning the pages, her fingers gently caressing the words.
She'd gotten so wrapped up that she never heard the sound of the back door opening and then closing. Signalling that she wasn't the only customer that the Magic Box currently had.
