16178/Dark Willow: Darkness rising.

Dark Willow: Darkness rising.
Date of Scene:	09 April 2024
Location:	Crawford Mansion, Sunnydale (TBD)
Synopsis:	Dracula got a glimpse of Dark Willow. Probably more to come.
Cast of Characters:	Dracula, Willow Rosenberg

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Dracula has posed:
Flirting with disaster. Dracula wrote the book, the screenplay, and owns the patent on all rights and images within. Their last interaction didn't end well and he has given her time to either get over it or seethe in it. Whatever the case he reaches out to her and summons her with his mind. A mind that strong really shouldn't make such arrogant mistakes, but it does.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow recognizes the mind. He's been with her many times before. But, previously, she was almost frightened? No, that's not the word. Cautious. There. Cautious when she had met him. Whether by his summon, or that one time Willow used his coin to get his attention.This time? It felt a lot more equals.

"So," she murmured to herself, "He summons me." And she laughed.

Of course, she let him draw her to him. There was no need to show him how much she had grown.. Yet.

Dracula has posed:
Too arrogant to notice she isn't so awed, he merely waits knowing he is in control. He awaits her in the living area, just inside the entry way. No fire in the fireplace of course.

When she arrives a servant leads her in. She might have seen the woman on television when cameras point in the Muntant Town area.

She walks before Willow, leading the way and telling her,"Welcome Willow. Please enter of your own free will." That phrase is like a broken record with him.

In the main room, he stands and waits. She can see he is a little more pale than usual. His pallor more death than the the false life the usually presents. Worse, he looks...hungry.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"My own free will?" That causes her to laugh. "You are telling me that if I didn't want to be here you would set me free? Well, not me. But someone."

Willow was different. She had a black streak in what normally would be her witches' forelock. And her eyes were deep, dark green. Her mannerisms seemed to be.. off. No longer the awkward little girl.

"Let's be honest with one another. You look like shit. And while I am grateful for your push towards Rack, I am not going be fed off of."

Dracula has posed:
He watches her for a time and a less than humorous smile touches his features,"Oh joy. It's the mindless and pointless pratter of the situation." he muses.

His mind reaches out to graps hers hard, but he is still not aware she isn't in his grasp. He detaches from the wall, but his shadow doesn't move.

"So you will not be fed from you say? Do tell how you intend to stop that since the rest of the doors are locked and barred from the outside and my servant is leaving and blocking the entrance you came in. All the windows are barred, and I haven't fed for two nights. I am hungry, my powers are at their peak, and I am not quite desperate as if that were the case you wouldn't survive."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow doesn't show any fear.

"Are we going to have to do this the hard way? Really. Have you forgotten what I do?" Who I am, she thinks. At this moment, she feels her power more poignantly than ever before.

Dracula has posed:
He continues to walk towards her. He doesn't hesitate,"Mindless replaced by posturing. Adorable. Have you forgotten what I do? That I am centuries old and I have taken slayers, witches, and demons. I nearly caused Druscilla and Darla to kill one another with my mind alone."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"I'm not one of them."

For someone who 'posturing' she sounds utterly calm. "I'm willing to bet you don't want to enter into a fight. My spells are quite painful for one such as you. Maybe I could not kill you, but I could make you wish you were."

Willow grows darker, in demeanour and in her formerly red hair. At her fingers, quite calmly she began to play with lightning. Just around her fingers - in and out, as though she was flipping a coin from finger to finger.

Dracula has posed:
From behind her, she hears a hiss and her arms are grabbed in an under hook by the woman who did't leave. Apparently she is either a strong mutant or at least stronger than average human.

"I wonder. Can you cast those spells with your hands catured?" He smiles and his eyes glow red, his fangs have descended. His face remains in the non game face form other than his eyes and fangs.

He continues to walk towards her calmly.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Maybe I can't.."

Willow should be afraid.

"But then again.." She flares up all around her with a fire ward, interspersed with electrictricity. "..Maybe I can't. I'm tired of this little game. It bores me."

Dracula has posed:
Fire! That's new. Damn boyfriend! He pauses in his advance, no desire to meet the flame with his dry, dead corpse. That's the stuff long, permanent dirt naps are made of.

The woman holding her squeals and runs away. Not interested in being cooked or electrocuted. The two of them are along not. He hasn't ran, but probably should. He levels his gaze and then...he laughs. There isn't anything cheery about it. He laughs.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Soon.. Soon.. Like I said. Boring. Go find something more on the weaker side to play with."

For one long moment her eyes are so dark that you can't see yourself in them. It could just be the shadows in here? Maybe?

Abruptly, she turns away and is gone.

Once back in Harry's apartment, she shrinks down to the floor, and fights to keep her breath even. "Ohgodohgodohgod. What was I thinking of?" Though she still had the tingles of power. So much power..