“Damn it,” she muttered, glancing towards the sky, which was growing darker by the instant, the first stars appearing.
Not that she was afraid of the dark, but getting stuck in a strange forest in the middle of nowhere with no signal on her cell phone was definitely not a good thing, even by normal-people standards.
And then, there it was, as if it had been hidden there all the time; lights shining through windows between the trees.
Anyone else would have been relieved, but Dawn felt an uneasy prickle run down her spine. She’d seen Willow’s masking spells before, seen the unmasking and the way it had just appeared was in no way a good thing.
Still, it wasn’t like she had any choice right now.
Following the winding road, she wasn’t entirely surprised when broad, metal gates swung open without so much as an inquiry about her identity. There wasn’t even any security around the walls. That usually meant either incredibly dumb home owners or people who used security that couldn’t be seen.
Under the tyres the gravel rattled and crackled as she neared the front doors of what looked like a pretty damn cool house. It was old, but looked like it had been looked after too.
Climbing out the car, she grabbed the parcel of Giles’s crazy-expensive books in their box. Tucking it under one arm, she adjusted the dagger in the sheath on her back, straightened her crucifix, checked her one-shot crossbow on her wrist wasn’t showing and smoothed her wind-swept hair.
Satisfied that she looked as professional as she could, she strode towards the front door, but before she even lifted her hand to ring the bell, the door swung open.
“Oh, great!” she groaned at the sight of the empty hall. Knowing hesitant behaviour would only make her look like an extra in some tacky horror film, she exhaled a frustrated breath and strode into the building.
Coming to a halt in the middle of a grand hallway, she looked around, but couldn’t see anyone about.
“Okay, I’m going to bow to the pressure of the cliche here,” she called out loudly, turning in a circle. “Is there anyone there? No? Okay. Well, I’ll just take your crazily-priced books and leave then, okay?”
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How VK first sees Dawn:
Date: 2006-03-16 02:10 pm (UTC)Not that she was afraid of the dark, but getting stuck in a strange forest in the middle of nowhere with no signal on her cell phone was definitely not a good thing, even by normal-people standards.
And then, there it was, as if it had been hidden there all the time; lights shining through windows between the trees.
Anyone else would have been relieved, but Dawn felt an uneasy prickle run down her spine. She’d seen Willow’s masking spells before, seen the unmasking and the way it had just appeared was in no way a good thing.
Still, it wasn’t like she had any choice right now.
Following the winding road, she wasn’t entirely surprised when broad, metal gates swung open without so much as an inquiry about her identity. There wasn’t even any security around the walls. That usually meant either incredibly dumb home owners or people who used security that couldn’t be seen.
Under the tyres the gravel rattled and crackled as she neared the front doors of what looked like a pretty damn cool house. It was old, but looked like it had been looked after too.
Climbing out the car, she grabbed the parcel of Giles’s crazy-expensive books in their box. Tucking it under one arm, she adjusted the dagger in the sheath on her back, straightened her crucifix, checked her one-shot crossbow on her wrist wasn’t showing and smoothed her wind-swept hair.
Satisfied that she looked as professional as she could, she strode towards the front door, but before she even lifted her hand to ring the bell, the door swung open.
“Oh, great!” she groaned at the sight of the empty hall. Knowing hesitant behaviour would only make her look like an extra in some tacky horror film, she exhaled a frustrated breath and strode into the building.
Coming to a halt in the middle of a grand hallway, she looked around, but couldn’t see anyone about.
“Okay, I’m going to bow to the pressure of the cliche here,” she called out loudly, turning in a circle. “Is there anyone there? No? Okay. Well, I’ll just take your crazily-priced books and leave then, okay?”