Inside Jade's new fortress at Hollywood Arts, Tori lays asleep (or unconscious, rather?) on a fluffy bed set positioned upon the pitch-black stage set. The pink bedspread adds some color to the otherwise bleak color scheme. She is still wearing her bright red Little Red Riding Costume.
Rex stands on a chair set next to the bed, and a not-quite-right Robbie stands by his side. The poor Jewish boy's eyes are cloudy and whitish. The school was no refuge from Jade. He was wrong. Hollywood Arts is the epicenter of this drama, and Robbie fell right into her dark servitude.
Robbie stares over the sleeping girl, examining her every feature. "She is beautiful when she sleeps, isn't she?" he asks the puppet the rhetorical question. Robbie has always been a little icky. It is merely that he looks very normal in relation to Sinjin, so few notice.
Rex looks over at his former owner (no need for a puppeteer when you can move yourself) with incredulity. "Even when you're under a spell," he remarks, "you're a creepy nerd." When Rex is weirded out with your perving, you know you have gone too far.
In a servile, groveling tone, Robbie apologizes, "Sorry, master". He follows up with a small bow of respect.
The diabolical puppet simply smirks at the new hierarchy of power. "It's about time I started pulling your strings," he states smugly.
The doors fly open without anyone touching them, grabbing the attention of the two boys. Jade walks through, dressed in a black devil costume with red flares and a short skirt but sans devil horns. She tosses her shawl onto one of the chairs in the audience.
Jade walks up the stage, every step thumbing to the weight of her combat boots. "We're almost ready," Jade declares. "The eclipse is nigh."
Rex cannot help but snicker at Jade's choice of vocabulary. "Heh... heh..." he says, "'nigh'... didn't realize we stepped back into the 19th century." The combination of wit and mouth never takes a rest in Rex.
"Shut it, puppet!" Jade commands with her usual mean-voice. Rex grits his teeth. "The Scooby Gang should be here soon as well," Jade continues. "Those goodie-goodies will not leave our poor, helpless Vega in my grasp for very long. You can be sure of that." Rex nods in agreement.
Tori moans and begins to stir. Jade immediately snaps her gaze towards the sleeping latina. "Leave us," she orders again with a stern glare of the eyes towards Rex and Robbie.
Robbie responds with a cowardly, "Yes ma'am." Not satisfied it is enough to protect him from the wrath of Jade he babbles on further, "I mean your highness... ugh... I mean your eminence."
"Just go," Jade says in a tired tone, shooing him away with a hand wave. He bows his head in disgrace and begins walking towards the exit.
Rex jumps off the chair following his orders like a good little demonic soldier in the service of Satan. Yet, he is not willing to go without a barb. Offended with the way he is being treated, Rex sarcastically comments, "A simple please would be nice."
Jade shoots him a piercing death glare, so he turns around and, with Robbie, proceeds to exit the theater.
The goth girl moves over to the opposite side of the bed where Tori lays. She sits down on the free space beside her frenemy and places a hand on the other girl's stomach. With quiet words she says to the sleeping singer, "Time to wake up, Snow White." Jade leans over Tori and gives her a slow kiss. The sound of Jade's lips smacking are heard as she pulls back to a seated position.
Tori's eyes pop open. Jade climbs over Tori again and in one swift and fluid motion handcuffs the poor damsel to the headboard. "Well, that was faster than I expected," Jade remarks.
"Hey!" Tori shouts. She springs up, but is caught on the newly attached chains. The metal grates against the hard metal headboard. "What's going on? Let me go!"
"We've talked about using your outside voice inside before Vega," Jade says dryly. It is as if this kidnapping is nothing out of the ordinary at all. Just another day of the West/Vega dynamic.
Tori does not take it so calmly, however. She begins to panic stretching at the handcuffs and testing them to their limits. "How did I get here?" she screams, ignoring Jade's request altogether. "Why am I handcuffed? What're you doing to me?"
Jade slaps Tori across the face. What? She heard that you're supposed to slap a hysterical person across the face to grab their attention and bring them back to reality. Plus, she's evil you know.
The poor tanned girl freezes instantly, unsure of how to process what just happened. "Owwww!" Tori finally lets out. Her eyes tremble in fear and hurt. She is not sure what the goth has in mind for her.
"Listen to me," Jade begins. She holds two fingers to Tori's eyes, and then brings them back to her own, to focus the other's attention. "You've got to zip it, clip it, lock it and put it in your pocket." Jade climbs on top of Tori, straddling her legs. "You've been chosen for a special purpose, Vega. You're going to help me usher in a new age of darkness."
"How?" the frightened Tori inquires.
With a smirk and confident eyes, Jade simply answers, "Oh, you'll see." Jade brandish a dagger, she pulled from under the covers, and grins from cheek to cheek in her Cheshire Cat imitation.
Tori pulls herself as far back against the headboard as she can, but to no avail, since Jade is already on top of her. She shudders and whimpers. She cries, "Why me?"
"I need a good girl," Jade replies with her playful tone implying innuendo. "And I think I'm safe in assuming you're a good girl." She brushes her finger's over Tori's lips with the last three words.
"You'r... you're gonna sacrifice me?" Tori frowns.
Jade shrugs and answers, "Pretty much... you could put it like that."
Tori stars to whine and cry in excessive comedic fashion. Jade's eyes go wide. She was totally unprepared for this. Tori is usually hard and tough. She is the only person who is always willing to stand up to the pale girl and call her out upon when she is being a total gank. Jade respected this about her. "What're you doing," Jade rolls off her tongue like venom. "Stop it!"
Jade gets off of Tori, annoyed by this pathetic display of emotion. "Seriously stop it," she commands. Yet, she could never control Tori like she could others. "I hate it when people cry," Jade informs her, "especially prissy girls, who refuse to act like big girls."
Tori continues to bawl. Jade rolls her eyes, but she cannot deny it is getting to her. "Ugh..." she shouts. "There, there, it's okay," Jade comforts as she clumsily pats the other girl's soft head. But it doesn't help. She has never been good at comfort. She causes crying and doesn't know how to stop it, because she rarely cares to.
"Fine, it doesn't bother me," she bursts. Jade crosses her arms and turns away. Her face is visibly strained as she continues to listen to the crying, however. Jade taps her foot repeatedly and impatiently. "Fine!" she shouts again, this time not in defiance but in defeat.
She swings back around towards Tori and climbs back on top of her. Jade covers Tori's mouth with her palm, so she cannot scream. She offers a negotiation, "If I take these handcuffs off, will you stop your crying?"
A frightened Tori nods eagerly.
Jade pulls back, snaps her fingers and the handcuffs magically pop off. She just gives Tori a "yeah, I'm that awesome" sort of look.
"How'd you?" Tori stutters, utterly blown away.
"You'll find I'm full of surprises tonight Vega," Jade says like a total bad-girl, confidence brimming off her face from that totally cool display of her dark powers.
"What kind of answer is that?" Tori asks as she rubs her lips trying to get the Jade off her face. "And why are your palms so sweaty?" She brings her hands in front of her face. Tori recognizes black lipstick smeared on her fingers. "And while we're at it, why do I have black lipstick all over my mouth?" It confuses her for a moment until she looks up and notices the black lipstick Jade is wearing.
Jade returns a look of incredulity, "Oh come on Vega. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. You're just mad you were half-asleep for it."
Tori folds her arms, peeved at the goth.
