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[river_meimei]

The statue has teeth but it's stone, the one in front of her is frozen in an impossible slavering lunge but she knows there could be more right behind her and she knows this one can move even though it can't, it couldn't but it has, and she only has two eyes and she can't break stone, and she shrieks--

--and her eyes close, just for an instant--

(and in her ears a great rushing like wind and water)

The choked remnant of her cry is a pitifully small squawk in the damp unfamiliar night.

She's huddled in the shadowed corner of a stone wall, hands clutching her head in hopeless defense.

Behind her, sloping walls rise into crenellations and turrets. It's a castle: small, sturdy, and apparently abandoned.

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[river_meimei]

"Tell you what she sees--" River's voice is rising, spiralling upwards with anger and frustration and, now, something like fear -- but it's not of him. Not of what's in front of her.

"Twenty needles in her brain, wait while the crows are circling. I shoot," she says, voice trembling with too much stress and too little control, "with my mind. I have a mission and I will find it," and then the stake's jammed into the pocket of her long coat and she's running, running into the darkness with her tangled hair flying back from her white strained face.

[bloodandnicotine]

Clearly he's out of practice. Spike shrugs and shoves his hands into his pockets. It's early yet; plenty of time to have a coffee and a pint of blood down the takeaway and find someone to kill.