Who: Glory & Spike and eventual rescuage, where there will be minions but no God :p What: Well she had sooo much fun the first time round Where: While Spike is on a Dru Hunt When: 29th October, not long after Dark Rating: Highish, mentions of torture Status: In Progress
Glory was the centre of attention, and she loved it, so much for vampires and demons, oh no, the town was talking about Gods, about her, about how to end her, and they didn't even know. Didn't even get the truth of how they'd done it last time. Cause she was freaking amazing. It was the simplist ploy ever. Same spell, Same rules, no one knew the truth of her, no one knew how to kill her. Not even the bastard watcher that had choked poor Ben before, or the Slay Bitch and her hammer of some looser god. And a wrecking ball. A freakin...
Ugh, Sunnydale had annoyed her, had pretty much driven her insane. But dammit she'd taken a portion of the town with her, and she was doing the same in Lawrence. She had some of her minions still, and she had those she'd taken, getting closer to her key, closer and closer every day. Oooh she could feel it all tingle inside, how close she was. She'd bleed the little brat and she'd get home, she knew she would. No one would stop it this time. It would be amazing, and simple and the surrvivors could have whatever they wanted left. Just a few more days, a few more and she'd have everything she wanted. Her power, her dimension, her subjects. Temples, worship, everything she deserved. Just she needed something here to be the catylast, she was waiting, for Buffy to realise it was easier to give her Dawn, or for someone who'd lost the mind of a loved one to her, who were caring for a shell, to crack. And they would, they always did. Mortals were so easy and every one of them had a price, like Ben. Ben had a price. But that wasn't what she was looking for now. She needed something specific, something that would click into her head as the way to go.
...Oh perfect,
Perfect. Glory crossed the street at godlike speed, the bleach blond across it drawing her attention like some kind of siren. It was too perfect. Spike. Oh Spike, he was good for info, and she'd make the torture hurt this time.
"You. I want my key. And you and me...we have a return engagement, don't we?"