Arriving in Sunnydale - Yet Again.....

[singindemonhq]

I've been in charge of my gigs for eons and I like to plan things out. For some reason, though, Erynne and me keep on having to leave places in a hurry. This time, though, I think it was an accident - I'm not sure.

I was making CDRs of the chants I use for dimensional portal travel. I took a soda-break and I think Erynne put the wrong CD in the player. The portal formed and sucked us through, but then I heard chanting ...

Here we stand to ask of thee,
that thou shouldst requite our...

It stopped, and a woman screamed as we bulleted out of the portal and hit a wall, hard. (I hate it when that happens! One of the precautions I'd never thought of was putting safety belts on a couch. I was flattened out on top of Erynne, trying to make sure we both went to the same place. That may have protected us from whiplash, but the jolt wasn't pleasant...)

As I sat up I realised that we were inside an apartment! The place stank of burning wax - there were candles scattered about all over the room, overturned and guttering. Two women were clutching each other and staring at me in horror - I don't know what they'd expected to get but we weren't it.

There was some kind of plain-clothes priest bopping about waving a cross, and he ordered the girls out just as I cast the mojo to find out what was going on. There was a very strong feeling of power from the women, but with the mojo active I realised it was latent. They were leaving when the song came, and I realised they weren't even aware of deepbonding, not yet.

I smelled burning, dropped off the couch and kicked a candle away from the upholstery. I discovered that I was standing in the wreckage of a pentagram just as the guy splashed some water at me and asked my name. Then the confrontation with Rupert Giles really got started...