WHO: Sarah Petrelli, Ben/Glory, Spike; later, Peter Petrelli WHERE: the Hyperion WHEN: Sunday, January 8, 2006; afternoon following this WHAT: The spell is broken for Sarah and Spike - now they have to convince the others. RATING: PG-13? STATUS: thread; in-progress
With no warning, Sarah and Ben reappeared in the lobby several feet apart, Ben on his feet and Sarah half-sprawled over the front desk. Barely a handful of seconds had passed in Los Angeles since Sarah and Glory had disappeared from the apartment. The change, however, was dramatic, for the physical appearance of both told of the fact there had been landed hits on both sides in a fight that had lasted far longer.
Sarah reached out and tried to slap the alert for the security system, but missed and crumpled to the floor before getting another chance to start the lockdown of the place. Slumping against the bottom of front desk to keep from faceplanting entirely, she focused on the first person in her line of eyesight.
That person, it seemed, was Spike. She was distantly relieved, as it meant vampire strength against someone currently mortal – mortal, but she wasn't certain for how much longer. Ben had to be stopped.
"Him. Grab him, stop him, " she gasped with a jerk of her head in the direction of Ben, then bent over and coughed hard, dismayed when the hand held to her mouth came back bloody.