Tamara Reed (
older_and_wiser) wrote2014-12-06 12:12 am
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Tamara is beginning to be concerned.
There's a pattern here. She knows there is. But it's subtle, it's so subtle she thinks she might be imagining it. A flyer appears on the wall of the coffee shop, announcing that his band has a show there that week. There's so few details that she thinks she must be mistaken, someone else here must have decided to use that same band name, it wasn't that creative- but she goes back to look again the next day, just to see, and it's gone.
She finds a jelly doughnut left on the hood of her car while she's out shopping. They're Kevin's favorite, and she has to talk him out of eating it- they don't know where it came from, it can't be safe, just throw it out, see how someone's already cut it open? It's oozing red jelly out over the roof of the car.
Little things, one at a time. Spaced apart enough that she's never quite sure they're related to each other. A week before something new happens? Two? Once there's two incidents in three days, then nothing for almost a month. She could be imagining it.
...maybe.
She finds a stuffed dog in their front yard. It's very generic, one of those silly plush dogs you can get at any store for a few bucks, and it's arguably, plausibly, a dog toy. But the tag on the dog's collar says 'Tammy'. And it's been torn almost to shreds, viciously. And none of her neighbors have dogs.
Tamara calls the Watcher's Council. And then she calls Bella.
There's a pattern here. She knows there is. But it's subtle, it's so subtle she thinks she might be imagining it. A flyer appears on the wall of the coffee shop, announcing that his band has a show there that week. There's so few details that she thinks she must be mistaken, someone else here must have decided to use that same band name, it wasn't that creative- but she goes back to look again the next day, just to see, and it's gone.
She finds a jelly doughnut left on the hood of her car while she's out shopping. They're Kevin's favorite, and she has to talk him out of eating it- they don't know where it came from, it can't be safe, just throw it out, see how someone's already cut it open? It's oozing red jelly out over the roof of the car.
Little things, one at a time. Spaced apart enough that she's never quite sure they're related to each other. A week before something new happens? Two? Once there's two incidents in three days, then nothing for almost a month. She could be imagining it.
...maybe.
She finds a stuffed dog in their front yard. It's very generic, one of those silly plush dogs you can get at any store for a few bucks, and it's arguably, plausibly, a dog toy. But the tag on the dog's collar says 'Tammy'. And it's been torn almost to shreds, viciously. And none of her neighbors have dogs.
Tamara calls the Watcher's Council. And then she calls Bella.
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The intersection turns out to be in an industrial and somewhat run down section of town, insofar as such things exist in Sunnydale, in an old warehouse. Tamara parks a block away- if he hears her, and moves Kevin, if he takes her son away again- and walks up to the corner.
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Bella starts looking for ways in.
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"I don't understand why you won't-" the man hisses, and then turns around. It's definitely Charles, though his quick switch to vampface obscures his features somewhat. "You- what!" He says in Tamara's direction, ignoring the girls. "How did you find me so quickly?" He sounds deeply put out, and rather whiny. "Time to go, then." And he bolts for the door on the far side of the room.
Once he moves, Kevin gets a better view of them. "Mummy! Mummy help, let me out!"
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And his face changes.
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(just in case, in case charles attacked her, in case something happened)
Halfway through Kevin's lunge, his chest meets the stake Tamara's holding up practically by reflex.
(all watchers have to practice, watchers should know how to stake, what if a vampire finds them, what if the slayer's hurt, what if something happened)
With a cry, Kevin crumbles to dust.
(her baby boy, how could charles take him, he was all she had left, how could something happen)
And Tamara collapses, unable to stand, sobbing hysterically into the floor.
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"Fan out," Bella calls to her sister, and they take different directions through the debris. Bella has no supernatural senses to guide her, but she was very close on his trail and she is very fast and nimble. If she's wrong about where she's going Soph still has a shot at setting the guy on fire once they get into more open ground and the line of sight is better.
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