Who: Narcissa & Frost, then Wesley & Gwen Where: Narcissa's house When: Thursday night
What a day... Narcissa Mareau had done every little thing today that she generally laughed at other women for: she'd shopped for 'pretty' and 'sweet' clothing, bought a few gifts for Wesley, and, as the capper... shopped at a jewelery store. Why? Ever the anti-traditionalist, she'd decided to give the others something to celebrate.... by proposing to Wesley. She went and bought him a silver bracelet (since an engagement ring for a man would be lame), and had a note put in it that said "Suck it up and marry me, ya git!". So, feeling a little embarrassed, but good nonetheless, she walked towards the front door of her small home, bags in hand and the little box with the bracelet in her jeans pocket.
Frost walked across the street from her, keeping almost exact pace. She didn't seem particularly interested in Narcissa herself. In fact, she seemed more preoccupied with singing, of all the bloody things. But Frost had an excellent voice; the kind that curled up quietly and sweetly into the breeze like a kitten by a hearth. "I wish, I wish, I wish in vain. I wish I had my heart again. And, vainly, think I'd not complain. Is go dte tu, mo mhuirnin slan...."
Narcissa raised a brow, used to nutty types just from the spots she hung out in. She said nothing though, just walking up to her front door, and beginning to fumble for her keys.
Quick as a blink, Frost had crossed the street and was now behind her, one arm wrapped around Narcissa's torso, just above her breasts, and the other gripping the wrist that was searching for her keys. "Siuil, siuil, siuil a ruin. Siuil go socar agus siuil go ciuin. Siuil go doras agus ealaigh liom, is go dte to, mo mhuirnin slan..."
"Whoa... b-back off, lady..." Shit... Narcissa realized immediately this was a vamp, just by the strength. "I... I... oh bloody hell..."
"I wish, I wish, I wish in vain. I wish I had a heart again. And, vainly, think I'd not complain. Is go dte tu, mo mhuirnin slan..." Frost kept hard grip on the girl, and started dragging her off into the dark. She had her orders, after all, and she agreed to do them, even without the creative aspect.
Wesley had said that he wouldn't go off and do something on his own but, as soon as Ami left, he did just that. He rushed over to Narcissa's place to tell her what Ami had just told him. He ran to her front door after leaping out of the car and got ready to pound on it until she answered it.
When he did, though.... the door just creaked open. It had been left slightly open.
Narcissa *never* left her door unlocked at night. "Dear lord," he muttered under his breath as he pushed the door open.
A single red rose was laying there, however, no sign of a mess or anything violent. Written on a sliver of paper near the rose was one word: 'bedroom'.
Now he was just utterly confused. "What the bloody hell?" he muttered. he picked up the rose and, still carrying it and the note, slowly made his way up the stairs.
Candlelight set the tone, and as Wesley entered the room, he was battered with the most horrific sight he was destined t ever see: his lover's body was sprawled out on the bed, a look of terror on her face.... and a huge, bloody, gaping hole in her chest, where her heart used to be.
He just stood there, stunned for a second. It seemed like it took him a full minute for him to react, after which he dropped to his knees, letting out a scream that sounded more animal than human. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, though, he was planning. Planning on how to make those who did this pay.
And then... he could see it. Gleaming at him like some kind of light: a small, black velvet box sitting next to her hand on the bed.
He stood up and, not of his own volition, picked up the box and opened it.
In it was the bracelet... along with the note she'd so playfully and lovingly written out earlier.
He picked up the note and read it outloud. "Suck it up and marry me, ya git" he said softly, remembering the engagement ring he had tucked away in a drawer in his home.
The blood was everywhere... the bed, the walls... even the ceiling.
Pocketing the bracelet and note, he walked back downstairs and dialed Gwen's number.
On the other end, a chipper voice rang out: "Morrison residence, who it be?"
"Gwen?" His voice rang flat and dead to his ears.
"Wes? You ok? They discontinue your favorite tea or something?"
"No, tea is fine. They got her. I couldn't save her."
"Saywhatsit?" Gwen blinked, looking at the phone like it would tell her something. "Wesley, yer talking like the Borg here. What are you talking about?"
"Narcissa. They got Narcissa." "What? Wesley... you mean... but... wait, Ami just told me about... but... how are you so calm? I mean..." Gwen was stammering now... none of this felt real, especially Wesley's chilling calm. "Wesley, get your ass here. NOW."
Wes looked at the phone for a moment. "Make an anonymous call to 911 for me. I'll be over soon."