| Don't Stake the Messenger |
[02 Oct 2005|01:41am] |
The sun had been down for hours, which meant many of Wolfram & Hart's employees were gone. Clock strikes 5:00, everyone punches their all-too-fragile meal tickets and heads for whatever they call home.
Mindless bastards.
It might have been almost midnight, but that didn't mean Jill didn't have work to do. Or people to meet with. She wasn't meeting with a client--at least, this person wasn't a client yet--but the meeting was important nonetheless. For days now, Jill had been using every resource she could think of to find Victoria, but to no avail. The firm was of no help, the White Room had nothing...it was so bad, Jill even called that stupid little redhead...and so far, all Jill had was what she gleamed from the effects of her bond with the vampiress.
Not to mention the withdrawal symptoms. What a bitch those were. The headaches, the irritability. The weak feeling in her limbs, the biting nausea. The inability to keep anything not blood down...anymore, Jill refused to drink the O-negative she kept in the fridge in her office. It just wasn't good enough after she started feeding on Vicky. But honestly, that cup of O-neg sitting in front of her was the only thing keeping the withdrawal at bay for the moment.
Jill glanced at her watch, sighing impatiently. Her appointment should be showing up any minute now....
( A meeting, breaking bad news, and researching a Slayer )
Without another word said, Jill grinned to herself, sitting back in her chair and glancing down at the notepad where she'd written the name of the woman Deanna told her to research. Slayer, she thought to herself, eyeballs dancing over the scribblings before her. The idea brought a smile to the lawyer's face again; while it was true her focus and attention was to bring Vicky back, looking up a Slayer--and possibly making her life hell--brought about an inexplicable calm to Jill.
Whoever this Rhiannon was, she was apparently in for a rude awakening. Almost as rude as the demons who took Vicky
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