saerian (saerian) wrote in blood_red_sky, @ 2011-12-05 17:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | dawn summers, saerian |
some of them want to use you... (dawn)
It was about 8 p.m. when Saerian tracked The Key to the book store.
It was a cookie-cutter book store, one of those corporate things that ruined the written word and paid homage to greed.
He loved it.
Inside, there were, of course, books, but also there was a coffee shop--a full one, a corporate one, and at this time of night it was mostly empty, which was good. York wasn't huge, and its population was never so knowledge-starved it needed to be in a book store.
This one was near the campus, which made sense. Hungry minds needed caffeine and required reading materials.
He knew The Key had some preferences as far as coffee went, and these were not them. But there was a book she'd been looking for that the library had not had, so here she was.
Saerian wanted to use her. Despite the immense power boost he'd gotten from The Conduit, he hadn't become who he was without a healthy dollop of greed. The Key. Slayer's blood. Both in the same body.
If he could at the very least corrupt her, there was no telling the things he could accomplish. If he could drain her, all the better. Get her energy, amazing.
He had a feeling that Dawn Summers was tired of being looked at as the slayer's little sister, and a little girl. Something to be watched.
This was why he offered her a polite, fang-hiding smile as he approached the counter to get a coffee he wouldn't drink. It was one that Jack would give her, too. She was a little young for Jack, but just his type.
Good. Everyone'd be happy.