"What an interesting concert this has turned out to be." Xander walked up
to the group of 4 girls standing around. "Anyone know where Anya is?" His
voice implied a bemused yet worried tone.
"MMMPPPPPPPPPPHLATPH!" A muffled bellow is heard from beneath a particularly built up area of dead demons.
The group laughed as Xander pulled one body after another off Anya. "Fine! Laugh at me. I'm just being suffocated by the smelly corpse pile, no big deal, dead Anya!"
"Sorry. Anya did you say it was?" Kennedy stepped forward and pulled her up out of the gooey mess she was in.
"Yes. Anya." She pursed her lips together. "Hold on! You're. you're." The last two words stuttered out before she shook her head and walked into Xander's arms. "I'm confused."
"Anyone seen the rest of my band?" Kennedy suddenly asked, looking around the Bronze with concern painted over her features.
"Maria's there." Dawn piped up and pointed towards the stage, where Maria was standing, staring around the club. The lights still shining on the stage obviously blinding her, as they had Kennedy earlier in the night. "Cera's there." Dawn proceeded to spin around and gesture towards the bar where Cera was browsing the selection of alcohol hidden beneath the bar. "Michael. however. I haven't spotted."
"Michael!" Kennedy suddenly gasped and practically fell over the dead demons as she made her way to Michael's side. He's taken a sharp object into the stomach. Eyes glazed over, breathing shallow, Michael's body was shaking with the effort of staying alive. His blood was pooling beneath him.
"Ken?" He breathed. "S'at you?" As he spoke blood started to trickle from his mouth.
"Oh God..." Kennedy whispered, the tears welling in her eyes. Struggling to comprehend that he could be dying, she reached down and applied pressure to his wound. His face crumpled at the contact.
Willow stood behind Kennedy, watching in horror. Her mind screaming at her to help. 'But how?' She replied. 'You know how.' It tells her. She's does know. But can she do it?
"Kennedy?" Willow asks, amazing strength in her voice, that surprises even her.
Kennedy turns and stares into the questioning emerald eyes. All panic suddenly leaving her.
"I can help."
"MMMPPPPPPPPPPHLATPH!" A muffled bellow is heard from beneath a particularly built up area of dead demons.
The group laughed as Xander pulled one body after another off Anya. "Fine! Laugh at me. I'm just being suffocated by the smelly corpse pile, no big deal, dead Anya!"
"Sorry. Anya did you say it was?" Kennedy stepped forward and pulled her up out of the gooey mess she was in.
"Yes. Anya." She pursed her lips together. "Hold on! You're. you're." The last two words stuttered out before she shook her head and walked into Xander's arms. "I'm confused."
"Anyone seen the rest of my band?" Kennedy suddenly asked, looking around the Bronze with concern painted over her features.
"Maria's there." Dawn piped up and pointed towards the stage, where Maria was standing, staring around the club. The lights still shining on the stage obviously blinding her, as they had Kennedy earlier in the night. "Cera's there." Dawn proceeded to spin around and gesture towards the bar where Cera was browsing the selection of alcohol hidden beneath the bar. "Michael. however. I haven't spotted."
"Michael!" Kennedy suddenly gasped and practically fell over the dead demons as she made her way to Michael's side. He's taken a sharp object into the stomach. Eyes glazed over, breathing shallow, Michael's body was shaking with the effort of staying alive. His blood was pooling beneath him.
"Ken?" He breathed. "S'at you?" As he spoke blood started to trickle from his mouth.
"Oh God..." Kennedy whispered, the tears welling in her eyes. Struggling to comprehend that he could be dying, she reached down and applied pressure to his wound. His face crumpled at the contact.
Willow stood behind Kennedy, watching in horror. Her mind screaming at her to help. 'But how?' She replied. 'You know how.' It tells her. She's does know. But can she do it?
"Kennedy?" Willow asks, amazing strength in her voice, that surprises even her.
Kennedy turns and stares into the questioning emerald eyes. All panic suddenly leaving her.
"I can help."