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Satana Hellstrom	What is it that motivates someone to become a quisling of evil? There's probably none better to ask than Andrew Spector. He's a young teacher, teaching English literature at Sunnydale High. Young, unmarried, and surrounded by young women just coming into bloom. Women he's not allowed to touch. But he wants to. And thus, when approached from the shadows by a dark coven (itself consisting of a mixture of motivations for courting evil) with the promise that he could get his hands on those women he saw daily, he snapped it up. This is what you'd discover if you sat him down and talked to him, somehow getting past the secretiveness of his ... extra-curricular activities. Unfortunately, however, for some reason, sitting him down and talking to him doesn't seem to be possible. For Mr. Spector ... Andrew ... despite it being broad daylight, is rushing along the sidewalk, not quite running, but not really walking either, pale, sweating, and constantly looking over his shoulder. He's in absolute dread, and doesn't seem to notice other people around him except as obstacles he sometimes runs into. *I'm coming for you, Andrew.* The voice in his head is that of one Jennifer Melnik, his first victim as a member of the dark coven. A girl he took. Used. And then discarded. The spell he'd chosen left her pining for him and after he threw her away, Jennifer killed herself. It was all in the papers, her tragic death when she 'accidentally' walked in front of a speeding car. (Not the part about Andrew, naturally.) The community mourned, then moved on. And Andrew set his sights on his next victim. Only now the voice of his first is haunting him. *We'll be together forever, Andrew!* And across the street, a woman dressed like she belongs on a '70s big budget porn set, watches with malicious glee as Andrew flees, keeping pace while adroitly dodging the people stopping and staring at "Mr. Spector's" odd behaviour.
Harry Dresden	No Willow. No Buffy. Harry walks out of The Magic Box with a few items in a bag. He starts to fish into his duster pocket, looking for his keys. At first he doesn't notice anything because he is trying to go over something in his mind. The poor, beat up, dilapidated, and multi-colored Blue Beetle has clearly seen better days. He opens the door and puts his bag in the car before he realizes he hears running his direction. Reflex causes the shield bracelet on his arm to slide down to his wrist. His eyes narrow and he reaches into the back of the car, pulling out a long walking stick and a smaller blasting rod. Seeing the man run from nothing obvious, he pauses and slips the blasting rod into his duster pocket. Not ready to open up his third eye yet, Harry listens and watches just long enough to assess the situation.
Satana Hellstrom	*Soon, Andrew, soon. We'll be together...* Satana's cruel mouth twists into a feral smile. She walks along, long-strided, changing her form into that of her victim's ghost--Jennifer--a perky, brunette, fresh-faced teen in a cheerleader outfit. (Well, a cheerleader outfit from the aforementioned big budget flick. Not the kind of outfit a real school would countenance.) She turns off the sidewalk into a small, cluttered alleyway, vanishing from sight before people register the fact that someone had just changed forms before their very eyes, before vanishing a SECOND time in a puff of sulfurous smoke. Down the street from Andrew, at the very same moment, another puff of sulfurous smoke disgorges Satana/Jennifer in another alleyway behind a dumpster. The (half-)demon casually picks her way through the trash to the mouth of the alley ... just in time to step out in front of Andrew. Andrew stops, stock-still, eyes not believing what he's seeing, widening to the size of dinner plates, or so it seems. A choking cry comes from his throat. "Jennifer! Please! Don't do this to me! Forgive me!" Only... People aren't seeing Satana. Well, most people aren't. Perhaps someone with mystical third eyes might be able to get a look at her... Instead they're seeing the fearful teacher stop, say something strange about the girl who'd died a couple of weeks back, then seeing him fall to his knees, talking to the air. "I'll do anything! Just stop! PLEASE!" And that's what Satana wants to hear; Andrew will be going with her willingly. She smiles darkly, eyes igniting with Hellfire as she prepares to reel in her prey.
Harry Dresden	"What in the hell?" Harry mutters and against his better judgement he starts towards the man. He might be a scum bag, he might be innocent, and he might be insane. Harry closes on the man freaking out and looks confused. Not always the smartest of decisions, but Harry pushes his will through the shield bracelet before opening up his third eye, revealing everything that might be happening within the supernatural realm. He is, at once, relieved to see there is something, but less than thrilled to see the true form of it. He puts the shield up to protect himself and levels the walking staff at the one terrorizing the man. The man is human and the other is not. Maybe it isn't what it appears, but sometimes the appearance is all there is. He levels the end of the staff towards them, over the man,"Forzare!" he grumbles and a shock wave of energy goes over the man to strike the demonic entity. It's going to be interesting when he finds out the one behind it.
Satana Hellstrom	Satana is so intent on her prey that she doesn't notice Harry's approach. Her fault, really, for doing this in broad daylight, but she wanted to take him like Jennifer was taken by him: broad daylight, and in an alley. And that hunger burning through her was so distracting... As she starts to crouch before Andrew, she feels, more than hears, Harry's waking up and assault. And she clutches one of the many charms she always has on her person, pricking her palm with a suddenly-grown claw to feed the charm her blood. The charm's energies flare up and swell out in an expanding defensive shell that isn't quite in place and anchored before Harry's attack reaches her space. The force doesn't reach her, at least (because that would hurt!), disippating into a cone around her, scarring the sidewalk, putting a sizable dent into a metal street light pole, and shattering some storefront glass. But the sphere having not anchored to the ground means Satana gets knocked back by the attack, appearing out of nowhere to a large number of witnesses as she flies backward through the air, tumbling, screaming out foul curses before smacking face-first and upside-down into a brick wall a good ten metres behind her. Her body unpeels from the wall and falls to the ground, still looking like slutty-cheerleader-Jennifer, but now with Hellish glowing eyes, clawed fingernails, and ... surprisingly ... no visible injury. Those glowing eyes don't even pause. They turn directly on Harry, glowing at him, surrounded by a face twisted in rage. And Harry can feel the counterattack coming, building with stunning speed and power both, shortly before a 5cm thick bolt of the worst fires of Hell come his way, paired with a scream of raw hatred. Never get between a hungry predator and her food.
Satana Hellstrom	Satana is so intent on her prey that she doesn't notice Harry's approach. Her fault, really, for doing this in broad daylight, but she wanted to take him like Jennifer was taken by him: broad daylight, and in an alley. And that hunger burning through her was so distracting... As she starts to crouch before Andrew, she feels, more than hears, Harry's waking up and assault. And she clutches one of the many charms she always has on her person, pricking her palm with a suddenly-grown claw to feed the charm her blood. The charm's energies flare up and swell out in an expanding defensive shell that isn't quite in place and anchored before Harry's attack reaches her space. The force doesn't reach her, at least (because that would hurt!), disippating into a cone around her, scarring the sidewalk, putting a sizable dent into a metal street light pole, and shattering some storefront glass. But the sphere having not anchored to the ground means Satana gets knocked back by the attack, appearing out of nowhere to a large number of witnesses as she flies backward through the air, tumbling, screaming out foul curses before smacking face-first and upside-down into a brick wall a good ten metres behind her. Her body unpeels from the wall and falls to the ground, still looking like slutty-cheerleader-Jennifer, but now with Hellish glowing eyes, clawed fingernails, and ... surprisingly ... no visible injury. Those glowing eyes don't even pause. They turn directly on Harry, glowing at him, surrounded by a face twisted in rage. And Harry can feel the counterattack coming, building with stunning speed and power both, shortly before a 5cm thick bolt of the worst fires of Hell come his way, paired with a scream of raw hatred. Never get between a hungry predator and her food.
Harry Dresden	Somedays it doesn't pay to get out of bed. Today is really starting to look like one of those days,"It was a nice day." he mutters,"Coffee, left over steak for breakfat. How quick it goes to Hell." Magic is crazy, but it has rules to follow. Meeting her blast head on would probably not be the best choice. He taks a step back, bracing on his back leg. He does see if building and he turns the shield infront of him, leaning foward some and angling the shielf back. When her blast of fire erupts he uses the angle of the shield to deflect the path of the blast, not intercept it. Even still, he takes a few steps back. He doesn't fall at least, but his face says he doesn't really want to stay out here and trade blows with the demon. "Hey I get it, you're hugry. I get hungry too." he comments from behind the shield. Might as well poke the bear,"You diet doesn't seem to be good for you. Maybe you should hange your diet." Did he call her fat? Nope. Might she take it that way? She might.
Satana Hellstrom	Satana stands up, keeping the presence of mind to remain as Jennifer visibly ... might as well keep the victim in terror of exposure now ... and starts stalking toward Harry, eyes still glowing with the fires of Hell, but the attacks seem to have been stopped for now. "Do you know what he did to her?!" she demands, pointing at Andrew, still on his knees, frozen in fear, soiling himself. "She's in Hell now, wizard. In Hell because of him. She committed sin with him, then killed herself in a state of sin. She's screaming in eternal Hellfire because this ..." Her face twists as her gaze flicks briefly to Andrew, making him cover his face and moan. "...insect!" she spits out. "That's who you're saving, Wizard! A little insect who killed an innocent, ensorcelling her, using her, discarding her." Her eyes go back to Harry. "Tell me I'm wrong to feed on him. Instead of one of the good citizens of Sunnydale." She pauses. "Relatively. I mean that one is cheating on his wife with his secretary." A finger stabs at a wide-eyed witness. "And his wife is cheating on him with his secretary as well." Another finger-stab. The pair stare at each other. "But this one..." The finger stabs at the sobbing Andrew. "This one deserves what I will be giving him. He's going to Hell no matter what, after what he's done. The Whoreson will not want anything to do with that stained soul. So stand aside, Wizard. Let me finish my feeding!"
Harry Dresden	Muttering a soft word, gravity around them increases as she walks towards him. Sure it will only slow her, but she is talking too. He frowns and looks at the man, hearing her accusations. He never fully takes his eyes off of her though he peripherally watches those that she points out,"Sunnydale. Door to Hell. Makes most people ridiculous." While he is trying to sound like he knows what he is saying, there is a lot of doubt about the man and his behavior. Harry looks back towards the demon, knowing full well this fight won't end well. He's not prepared for her magically or strategically. He speaks loud at the people in the street,"I know this is Sunndale, but you people can't be so numb to danger you don't see it. Run you idiots." People still just look, hearing what she says. Concentrating on keeping her off him, Harry can't really throw magic to scare people, so he withdraws his .357 from his coat pocket. Oh, now they run. He doesn't point it anywhere other than up. He remains outside the sudden increase in gravity and and steps back a few steps,"I'm not John Constantine and have no interest in going into the Hell to prove you right or wrong." He knows he is over matched and ill prepared, so he keeps the walking stick aimed to release the wave again if he has to. Gavity up, his eyes flicker to the man and back to her again,"Not a choir boy for certain." he growls,"Not that either one of us are either." She can see the grim look on his face, knowing there is nothing he can do to help the man and now he sees the man is a piece of garbage he might well kill if given an opportunity,"Be less obvious." he spits in frustration. He can't enforce that right now, but a little face saving. Gravity doesn't return to normal until he is at the Blue Beetle again, ready to drive and that only because his concentration finally gets divided too much.
Satana Hellstrom	"I wouldn't have been so obvious if someone hadn't knocked me flying..." Satana growls, but her anger seems to be fading farther. As Harry retreats, she forces her way through the increased gravity, visibly straining, though poor Andrew is more flattened and barely able to breathe. Still, at least her anger at Harry is ebbing. No more Hellfire and rage. "He would have looked like someone haunted by a guilty conscience who found some unusual way to kill himself. But now I have to feed, Wizard. And publicly." She stops beside the groaning, begging Andrew, and as the gravity lifts with Harry's departure she lifts the man with a single swift squat, grab, and stand, holding him before her by his clothing, staring into his eyes. "Ah fuck it. He killed the mood. No final pleasure before you go." Instead of a kiss, she just touches his cheek, cupping it in her free hand. As Harry drives away he hears the mortal scream of someone whose soul is being ripped without any hint of gentleness from his body. A body that shrivels into jerky as she pulls out his life's essence, letting it pool before her mouth in what looks for all the world like a purple, glowing butterfly before she sucks it into her mouth. It is as if a million souls cried out in fear and anguish before being suddenly silenced. Only one soul. But the rest is on point.