Part 17
"Why have I heard nothing?" He paced around his chamber, irritation growing rapidly. He hadn't been contacted by Phyre or Elias or anyone.
The Ekrishinia woman just remained in a lotus position, floating in mid air above the pentagram drawn on the chamber floor. Her priests had vanished. Flaming symbols of strange unknown origins were appearing around her every now and then, vaguely resembling the runic tattoos on the woman's blue stomach.
"These things take time," she answered.
"Time, time, time…" The Master snarled angrily. "Time we *don't* have. She will resist at first, but the call of the Slayer will be too hard to ignore!"
This plan was not going as he had hoped it would. It was all very well having a human pet, but being - attached - to that pet was turning out to be a problem he had never begun to anticipate.
"While the missing Princess is consuming the emotions of the Slayer and her Circle there are always other options to consider. Such as…getting a new human pet."
His eyebrows rose meaningfully as he considered that option. Sunnydale was an interesting town. On a Hellmouth. But since Sunnydale was the home of the Slayer, he had been sensible enough to steer clear of the town send his followers to do the dirty work there for him.
A human in Sunnydale, in the Slayer's circle. Yes, that would be extremely useful. Human pets, even the cute ones, were disposable.
He smiled. "Actually I think you may have a point."
The demon queen smiled. "I am always right."
* * *
"Can't we just stake the little bitch?" Elias grumbled angrily.
Phyre was staring to agree with him. Dawn was becoming a real pain in the ass. She had barely been a vampire for a day, and she thought she was God's gift to the species, only because she happened to be close to the Slayer and company. Dawn seemed to think that seemed to think that gave her the right to boss them around.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Elias snapped at Gabriel.
"Me?" Gabriel scowled in annoyance from his seat on the moth-eaten couch, watching some black and white movie on an old -TV set he'd somehow managed to get working. "*I* didn't change the little brat."
"Neither of you did," Phyre cut in. "We have Spike to thank for this."
Elias shook her head. "Moron. What did you *ever* see in him?"
"If he hadn't had a crush on me when we were human we wouldn't be here now and neither would you guys."
Gabriel snickered. "Oh yes. The infamous poetic crap of William the Bloody, you and your 'Effulgent beauty' or whatever the hell he was blathering about."
Phyre scowled, still furious at the thought of such hideous poetry written supposedly in her honour. She'd played along when Spike had come on to her, planning to kill her for rejecting him, but ended up changing her instead. "Dawn's a bigger problem than we thought. She seemed cool of first."
Phyre stood up and started walking out the cob-web cluttered living room of the dilapidated old house.
"Where the hell are you going?" Elias called after her.
^Good question,^ Phyre thought. She hated it when this happened. The Master's witch had possessed her body to carry out some task. Hadn't the guy ever heard of a phone? Since when had she ever said no to something her Master had asked of her?
She continued walking through the streets of Sunnydale, past the Bronze, through the town centre to a suburban area of large houses. Glancing at the sky Phyre frowned. She could smell daybreak coming. She hoped whatever she was supposed to be doing wouldn't take long.
The house she was stopping in front of had a large front lawn, a big tree out front and lush-looking green plants. //Kill her// the mental voice inside her ordered.
Sitting on a front porch was Cynthia, from where she stood Phyre could see she was asleep.
^Some Slayer^ Phyre thought.
* * *
"Why have I heard nothing?" He paced around his chamber, irritation growing rapidly. He hadn't been contacted by Phyre or Elias or anyone.
The Ekrishinia woman just remained in a lotus position, floating in mid air above the pentagram drawn on the chamber floor. Her priests had vanished. Flaming symbols of strange unknown origins were appearing around her every now and then, vaguely resembling the runic tattoos on the woman's blue stomach.
"These things take time," she answered.
"Time, time, time…" The Master snarled angrily. "Time we *don't* have. She will resist at first, but the call of the Slayer will be too hard to ignore!"
This plan was not going as he had hoped it would. It was all very well having a human pet, but being - attached - to that pet was turning out to be a problem he had never begun to anticipate.
"While the missing Princess is consuming the emotions of the Slayer and her Circle there are always other options to consider. Such as…getting a new human pet."
His eyebrows rose meaningfully as he considered that option. Sunnydale was an interesting town. On a Hellmouth. But since Sunnydale was the home of the Slayer, he had been sensible enough to steer clear of the town send his followers to do the dirty work there for him.
A human in Sunnydale, in the Slayer's circle. Yes, that would be extremely useful. Human pets, even the cute ones, were disposable.
He smiled. "Actually I think you may have a point."
The demon queen smiled. "I am always right."
* * *
"Can't we just stake the little bitch?" Elias grumbled angrily.
Phyre was staring to agree with him. Dawn was becoming a real pain in the ass. She had barely been a vampire for a day, and she thought she was God's gift to the species, only because she happened to be close to the Slayer and company. Dawn seemed to think that seemed to think that gave her the right to boss them around.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Elias snapped at Gabriel.
"Me?" Gabriel scowled in annoyance from his seat on the moth-eaten couch, watching some black and white movie on an old -TV set he'd somehow managed to get working. "*I* didn't change the little brat."
"Neither of you did," Phyre cut in. "We have Spike to thank for this."
Elias shook her head. "Moron. What did you *ever* see in him?"
"If he hadn't had a crush on me when we were human we wouldn't be here now and neither would you guys."
Gabriel snickered. "Oh yes. The infamous poetic crap of William the Bloody, you and your 'Effulgent beauty' or whatever the hell he was blathering about."
Phyre scowled, still furious at the thought of such hideous poetry written supposedly in her honour. She'd played along when Spike had come on to her, planning to kill her for rejecting him, but ended up changing her instead. "Dawn's a bigger problem than we thought. She seemed cool of first."
Phyre stood up and started walking out the cob-web cluttered living room of the dilapidated old house.
"Where the hell are you going?" Elias called after her.
^Good question,^ Phyre thought. She hated it when this happened. The Master's witch had possessed her body to carry out some task. Hadn't the guy ever heard of a phone? Since when had she ever said no to something her Master had asked of her?
She continued walking through the streets of Sunnydale, past the Bronze, through the town centre to a suburban area of large houses. Glancing at the sky Phyre frowned. She could smell daybreak coming. She hoped whatever she was supposed to be doing wouldn't take long.
The house she was stopping in front of had a large front lawn, a big tree out front and lush-looking green plants. //Kill her// the mental voice inside her ordered.
Sitting on a front porch was Cynthia, from where she stood Phyre could see she was asleep.
^Some Slayer^ Phyre thought.
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