Nikki Wood (bedstuyslayer) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-02-09 10:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | anya jenkins, nikki wood |
Who: Nikki Wood and OPEN to Hyperion folk (Anya? Kennedy?)
What: They told her to come to the Hyperion, so she did
When: Afternoon
Where: The Hyperion
status/rating: incomplete/PG-13
In retrospect, that whole 'internet' thing was pretty sweet, but the answers pulled from it didn't do a thing to sooth her nerves or even really answer her question as to why she wasn't dead. It went against the way things worked, at least as Bernard had explained them to her. Her death was fine, expected even. Nikki was well aware that in surviving for nearly seven years she'd been active longer than almost any other slayer, but she'd always known that she was going to die eventually. And when that happened another would be Called. It was cyclical like that, Bernard had explained. There was nothing about coming back to life near thirty years in the future in a city three thousand miles away from her own.
"Be cool, Nik," she muttered to herself as she stared up at the building that was supposedly the Hyperion Hotel. It didn't look like a trap, but then the best traps never actually did. Normally she would have been content in simply trusting her senses as they didn't often steer her wrong, but this was a special case. Who knew how whacked she was mentally, having just had her neck snapped and all. It was bad enough she didn't have her coat. She felt vaguely naked with out it and that was doing all sorts of things to her psyche.
She also didn't know where her son was-- fuck, this was 2006. She didn't know what her son looked like, or if he was even still alive. He'd been with Bernard that night. Had the man taken him back to England? Raised him as a Watcher? And if that had been the case, did that mean Robin was dead?
That thought, unsurprisingly, didn't help with the focusing she was supposed to be doing.
The door to the hotel was locked, something that actually made her feel slightly better. That she couldn't just saunter into it made it feel less like a trap ad more like something that might have been legitimate. Still, she hit what looked like a bell or buzzer button with a good deal of trepidation and her muscles were completely tense after she did the deed. She was pretty much ready to be attacked outright and with no mercy.