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four-person log is a go.

Who: Fred and Angel at first, Drusilla and Wesley to join.
What: With Angel a bit out of commission, Dru makes her move.
When: Sometime in the evening, getting dark.
Where: By the river, where Fred was sitting all day.
Summary: ...Pretty much the same as the 'what' section.
Rating: PG-13 no doubt.

The slight breeze ruffled her hair as she sat by the riverside, gazing intently at the colors of the sunset. Though when she'd emerged from the house, Fred was antsy and anxious as usual, as the day had progressed, she'd found a relative peace. Admittedly, that peace was usually strongest when she was alone or with Wesley, but even in meeting the few strangers she'd met, she wasn't quite so worried.

A chill came over her, and she lifted her feet from where they dangled in the water, crossing her legs instead. She wasn't ready to go inside yet... With so many of the windows boarded up, the house couldn't help but smell a little stagnant. While she was living in an equally stagnant cave for five years in Pylea, she very much enjoyed the outside air when she had a chance.

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Angel had been banished to the house since they'd caught him patrolling last night, and he was two parts bored, three parts anxious. He didn't like to just sit, especially with Drusilla on the loose. He has a job, to protect Atoli. Her life is in immediate danger; he wanted to be there, standing in between Drusilla and her prey.

He'd have to settle for the runner-up: Sneaking out when nobody's looking and at least making sure his housemates are inside on time. This meant Fred, whom Buffy had said spent the day outside.

So he headed out across the grass, walking as confidently as he could without being reckless, relying on smell to lead him to her. It was just barely dusk, he could feel it in the air as well as in his internal clock, and it was no longer safe outside. He came to stand beside her, though his aim probably wasn't the best, and he probably ended up something like five feet off his target.

"It's getting dark... You should head inside." He could feel something odd in the way his mouth and throat formed the words... Odder than it had been when he'd first returned. He could still speak, but he couldn't hear himself in the process, so it was getting more warped by the day as he couldn't quite remember the exact feel of proper speech.

As someone approached from behind, she glanced up, half ready to spot Wesley heading toward her. He'd done that an awful lot lately, not that she was complaining in the slightest. While Angel had been her godsend in Pylea, Wesley had taken that role here, bringing her tacos and trying to help her adjust. But it was Angel this time, which wasn't unwelcome, but for the fact that he really shouldn't be out and about... Even though he was probably still stronger and better at fighting than she was, even in this condition.

She offered a welcoming half-grin, but retracted it again after a moment, feeling stupid. He couldn't see it after all. "Golly, this is hard to get used to, what with you bein'-..." Oh yeah. Blind and deaf. Now she felt even more stupid.

When he spoke, his voice sounded off. Hollower than it had been last night. That worried her more than she'd like it to, but then again, a good number of things did that. Still, he made a good point... If she'd been alone in the dark, she would have gotten worried fast, and the house right nearby would have seemed miles away in the dark. If Angel weren't there, the handsome knight come to protect her once again...

Since she knew all too well what it felt like to be completely alone, though in a different sense altogether than he must have been feeling right then, she reached up to wrap her hand around his wrist, just as hesitantly as earlier. Since she couldn't talk to him or, y'know, wave at him a little, it's something to show him she's there.

He almost wondered if she'd already left, for a second. Her scent was still very strong, but she didn't seem to be answering. Then again... It was a bit difficult to answer him, in this condition. He tried not to scowl, frustrated with this condition already. No, scratch that. He'd been frustrated with it since five minutes in. But still, this wasn't helping things any.

And then her hand was around his wrist, and at least he was sure again. He tried not to look too relieved; just like for Atoli, it was his job to be strong for Fred. Still, he adjusted his position so it wasn't so off, enabling an easier reach.

"I mean it. You shouldn't be outside after dark like this." Buffy'd say the same about him, but he still had to have that authority in his voice.

The familiar scents came to her the moment she made her way downwind. She had already known where her so called sire was, and the stars had told her that now was the time to have great fun with him. Ever since she had discovered that she had been uninvited from Haseo's home, the thoughts of what she would do to make Angel suffer had traveled through her mind, and she had finally decided on the best method. Now all she had to do was implement the plan that would not only get revenge on her sire, but also be so much fun for her.

Gracefully she made her way out of the shadows.

"Always worrying about everyone, aren't you daddy." She said with a giggle, disregarding the fact that Angel could neither see nor hear her. Oh what fun this was going to be.

Wes had inched his way through the darkness as Angel approached Fred, wanting to let them "speak" without him, if they wanted, without breaking his vigil. It had been a long night, wandering through the woods after Angel as he stumbled about in the dark, and Wes was tempted to just sneak back into the house and pretend he'd been there all along when Angel and Fred came in.

That was when he saw another dark shape emerging from the night, this one tall, slim, and horribly familiar.

The moment his brain caught up to him he was moving, though he knew he was too far away to reach them first, by a long shot. "Fred, get back into the house!" he called.

Fred saw the woman approaching from the shadows and stood, taking a step closer to Angel. "He can't hear you," she informed the intruder nervously, trying to sound much more confident than she really was. Her grip tightened around Angel's wrist, more reflex than anything. Unfortunately, Wes was too far away to be heard, at this point, so Fred was just doing whatever came to her.

Quieter, she added on, "Angel told me who you are. I'm not afraid of you. I'm not. I have a cross. A bunch of them, actually. And holy water." She didn't actually, but she hoped it would be convincing enough. Which, to be honest, it probably wasn't.

Even before Fred jumped to her feet and tightened her grip around his wrist, he could sense something was wrong. He felt a familiar tug in his chest, the one he felt whenever a vampire of his line was near. That... wasn't good. Saying that 'wasn't good' is a very very vast understatement. Unless Spike had made another appearance, which was highly unlikely and not all that good in itself, that meant Drusilla was coming.

When Fred's grip did end up tightening, he pulled his wrist from her grip and used that hand to push her behind him. "Leave us alone, Drusilla." His voice was low, warning, but he couldn't help but realize how incredibly un-threatening he must seem, his gaze probably nowhere near her and the difference in his voice making it painfully clear that he can't hear her.

Hearing the both of them only made Drusilla laugh. It was just so funny to her hearing them both trying to warn her off, but that wouldn't work. Not this time. She has already seen that Angel was no match for her. Not at the moment anyway, and this girl that was with him was weak, and very horrible at bluffing.

"How amusing. You both think you can stop me."

Before anyone could stop her, Drusilla's face changed and she quickly and gracefully moved next to the blind and deaf Angel in an attempt to push him into a tree with all her speed and strength, paying no mind to the humans for now.

Wes saw Dru move and picked up speed. One hand dove into his knapsack for a stake, the other into his pocket for a cross. In only a moment he would be there . . .

When Angel pushed her behind him, she nearly lost her footing and fell into the river behind them, not that getting wet was any concern at this point. She kept her balance, though, and re-focused her attention on the situation at hand.

Fred was half tempted to object to Angel standing in front of her; in his condition she may or may not be able to fight just as well as he could. But at the same time, Angel always won. That was who he was. The Champion. This was just one more big scary, right?

In the corner of her eye, she spotted Wes approaching fast, and she called out: "Wesley, get outta here!" Not because she thought Wesley was weak, but because she didn't want him to get involved and get hurt. But just then, Dru pounced. On reflex, Fred dropped to a knee, covering her face and head, but it apparently wasn't her whom Drusilla wanted.

"Angel!"

This was a whole new level of disorienting, when the world around him sped up and he wasn't up to speed. Before he knew it, he was being violently shoved against something hard and unyielding, and he hadn't even quite felt her approach. On reflex, he lashed out with the fastest punch he could manage, aimed at where he was pretty sure she was.

"Fred, run!"

Drusilla dodged Angel's punch in her usually graceful manner as she heard and caught the scent of the other man running their way. In an instant, she was releasing Angel and going to take a hold of the girl nearby; one hand taking hold of Fred's neck, and the other grabbing and pulling her arm behind her victim while at the same time pulling her back a few steps.. Well, she couldn't afford to let someone ruin all her fun quite yet, so a proper hostage was in order.

Edited 2009-08-11 02:24 (UTC)

Wes froze less than two steps from Fred, cross and stake out and ready to strike. "LET HER GO!"

Perhaps not up to his usual eloquence, but he's panicking. All he can see in his mind is Fred dying in his arms, being consumed by Illyria, and he would give anything and everything to save Fred in this place, here and now. So he's trying to look threatening enough to startle Drusilla. As though that would work.

Before she could really think, she felt herself being lifted by the throat into a standing position, being held close to the vampire who had assaulted Angel. She struggled a little, but there really wasn't much you could do against a vampire, especially when you're Fred-sized.

If it had been scary before, it was even scarier now. She'd been right about Angel being in no condition to fight, and something had Wesley frozen a few feet out of range. And Fred could hardly breathe... The hand around her throat was so casual but tight, in a way that clearly told the girl that Drusilla had no interest in whether she lived or suffocated right here.

From where she was being held, Angel was out of her field of vision, so her eyes were on Wesley now, waiting. He'd save her, somehow. She knew it.

Angel didn't feel his fist connect, and he growled under his breath in frustration. Now he was floating again, metaphorically, no idea which way to fight. "Drusilla, come back and fight me," he demanded, but he knew better than to expect her to do it.

Drusilla giggled at Wesley with his stake and cross. Sure, those things were effective, but without her dear daddy's help, there was nothing he could do. Not while she had Fred in her grip.

"Do you think you can stake me before I snap her neck?" She asked Wesley, giving Fred an extra little squeeze to make her point. As for Angel, for the moment, he was none of her concern. Of course, she didn't expect to just leave him with just that little shove.

"Let."

Oh lord oh lord she's going to die again and there's nothing I can do-

"Her."

Please, if there's anyone out there at all, if I've got any favor left, please help her -"

"Go."

Wes paused for a split second, fists clenching further around his tools.

"What do you want?"

Oh goodness, the grip on her throat was even tighter now. There really wasn't much she could do. Even moving was a task, in Drusilla's iron grip. And Wesley still seemed frozen. Upset over something, god only knows what.

"Just get 'er, Wesley!" She tried to encourage him, but it probably sounded kinda pathetic, with what little air she could suck in past Dru's hand.

She allowed her face to shift back to it's more human look. Slowly, she allowed her nails to slice into Fred's neck, though she made sure it was only enough to make her bleed. "Daddy did something that made me very angry, and now he's going to pay for it~." She told him simply as she leaned in towards Fred's neck to take in the scent of the newly drawn blood.

"Don't touch her!" Wesley snapped, taking a half step forward before he could stop himself. He knew Dru could hear his racing heart from here and how he swallowed painfully.

Revenge on Angel. All right. He could work with that. "Fred barely knows Angel. Hurting her won't hurt him," he bluffed, "just me. So let her go, and we'll work this out, the three of us."

Fred sucked in a sharp breath, as best she could at least, when she felt Drusilla's nails pierce her neck. If Dru could hear Wesley's beating heart, she could hear Fred's much much better. This counts doubly so when Dru drew close to smell the blood. On reflex, Fred tried to tilt her head to shield her neck from Drusilla's attention, but the vampire still had her in her grip.

Dru looked at Wesley for only a second before giggling. "I doubt that. I'm having far too much fun to let this end yet." And to show exactly how much fun she was having, Dru licked some of the fresh blood that was running down Fred's neck. "She tastes so sweet. I wonder if she'll taste better in larger amounts."

Wes felt the cross digging into his palm hard enough to hurt, his knuckles going white. Fred's blood shone in the darkness and chilled him straight to the bone. Wes considered himself strong of will, but Dru was holding his single undeniable weakness. "I wouldn't hurt her too much, if I were you," he growled. "She's all that stands between you and I, and if it comes down to that, I will not rest, alive or dead, until you pay."

She was trying to hold out, keep on a strong face, but the feel of Drusilla's tongue on her neck made her shudder in disgust. Funnily enough, it was less that Dru was a vampire, and more that Dru was a woman. Women should not be licking her neck, in Fred's professional opinion. It gave her the 'wiggins', as Buffy would say.

"Stop it," she tried to demand, surprisingly indignant for her current state, but Drusilla's grip around her throat refused to let the words out intelligibly.

Again, Drusilla was giggling. Well, this was fun, but she was sadly starting to get bored of all this. This conversation was taking far too long for her tastes, and it was hardly subsiding her anger and want for revenge.

"Do you want her back so badly? Why?"

"Because she means everything to me," Wes heard himself say before he could get control of his voice. "Not Angel," he continued, trying to cover his mistake. "Me. Hurting her isn't hurting him, and that's what you want. So let her go, Drusilla."

He swallowed, feeling the corner of his metal crucifix cut into his skin.

"Please."

At Wesley's words, Fred's gaze immediately locked back onto his. What was he saying? They'd known each other for what, three months now, and he's saying this? This would have been overwhelmingly confusing on any normal day, but right now, she was a bit distracted by her blurring vision. She was feeling the effects of the air shortage, and wasn't sure how long she could keep from passing out.

"Wesley, I-..." She hadn't drawn in enough air to finish. She drew a deeper breath for the rest. "I'll be fine, really! Don't get yourself hurt over this."

It was true that Fred's life might be more important to Wesley then Angel, however, Drusilla knew her dear daddy would be quite upset if she did anything harmful to these two, and that was all the information she needed to consider them as an excellent way to show Angel her anger for what he had done. Besides, surely one or both of these two had aided him in uninviting her from Haseo's home.

"Drop them. Drop everything." She ordered Wesley as she stared him down. She was obviously referring to his weapons, and holy items.

Wesley didn't respond to Fred because there was nothing to say: he was staying. He loved her and he was staying and he would throw himself at Dru if need be. He would do anything.

So he forced his fingers open, trying not to wince as he did so, one at a time until the cross and stake both landed softly on the ground. Then he ever-so-slowly raised his empty hands, palms facing Drusilla. He'd dropped them. There.

At Drusilla's order, Fred opened her mouth to object, but words wouldn't come. Air wouldn't come. Even logical thought was slipping, blurring like her vision. With cloudy dismay, she watched as Wesley obeyed Dru's command, but before his tools reached the ground, everything faded to black.

Drusilla loosened her grip slightly the moment her victim passed out. She had no intention of killing Fred quite yet, and now that one was unconscious, her job had become a little easier.

"Now come closer."

Wes' heart wrenched painfully in his chest as Fred went limp, but he could tell even in the dark that she was alive, perhaps because she was the only other living person in the vicinity, or perhaps because he knew he would feel her death like a knife to the gut. He took one small step forward at a time at Drusilla's instruction, tense as a piano string.

"Now stop." She told him the moment she felt he was close enough, which was maybe about three yards away from her.

"Do you want her back?"

Wesley froze again, eyes fixed on Drusilla's, and her hand around Fred's neck.

"Yes."

"Then catch." She told him the moment she threw Fred hard and fast in Wesley's direction. Of course, that had only been a distraction while she moved gracefully and quietly around behind him. Of course, odds were, that by the time he noticed she had positioned herself directly behind him, she would have the upper hand again, and would have her hand around his throat this time.

Wes was, as usual, a moment too slow, and that might as well have been a year to a vampire. He did catch Fred, if one can call hands automatically coming out to support the person who had knocked into him "catching."

He was not, however, fooled by the maneuver. He knew the moment Dru threw Fred that she was going for Angel or him, and when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye in the opposite direction of Angel, her target was confirmed. So, resisting a desperate urge to cradle the limp form in his arms to his chest, he tried to dart toward Angel, looking blinding about, to toss Fred into the vampire and, perhaps, to safety.

Drusilla caught onto what Wesley was doing the moment he did it, and instantly moved to cut him off. If he thought he was bringing her 'dear daddy' into this little confrontation so soon, then he was quite mistaken. In fact, she was going to stand between Wesley and Angel, making it impossible for him to hand off his little package.

"I don't think so~"

Damnit, she was fast, Wes thought as he changed direction. He kept his eyes on her as he took quick but cautious steps backwards, arms wrapped carefully around Fred, supporting her slim frame. If he couldn't hand her off, maybe he could get some distance . . . ?

Dru followed his steps, coming closer to him as she did so since while Wesley took one, she was taking two, and they certainly weren't slow steps. Of course, if he sped up, so would she. After all, she wasn't letting him go anywhere any time soon.

With Drusilla fast approaching, Wes gave it one last shot and turned to run toward the house. It was futile, he knew, but Wes wasn't the type who surrendered when things looked hopeless.

Again, Drusilla quickened her pace, and in a second, she was directly behind the running man, and grabbing him by the base of his neck. However, her hold did not last for long as she just as instantly threw him with ease in the direction of a nearby tree.

Wesley barely had time to register being grabbed before he was hurling through the air. It wasn't the first time he cursed being so much weaker than a vampire, and he doubted it would be the last. At the moment, however, he focused on twisting his body to take the brunt of the impact, shielding Fred as much as possible as stars flashed across his vision.

While the stars flashed, Drusilla made her way to Wesley, grabbing him by his hair and pulling his head back.

"What a bad little puppy you are, trying to run away from me. I think I'll have to teach you how to behave." She said before slamming his head into the tree. She hadn't done it hard enough to kill him, but it would probably knock him out for awhile.

Wesley didn't give Drusilla the satisfaction of a sound of pain as his head struck the tree, but he couldn't help the blackness that crept into the edges of his vision and sent him spiraling into the darkness, still cradling Fred.

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four-person log is a go.

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Angelmun is off eating and says that we should skip her turns until someone touches him or something

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Now it's just you two. Good luck!

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