What Could Be Lurking In The Corner

[whole_bloody_business]

Something's killing the students. Again.

Cara didn't ask to be stationed right on top of the Hellmouth. She certainly didn't ask to put her extremely expensive education to use trying to convince a bunch of drooling American teenagers to pay attention to Latin verb conjugations. In fact, she'd strongly prefer to avoid demons, non-Slayer high school students, and other such unsavory creatures altogether. But, well, she's the one who decided to become a Watcher. She made her bed, she has to lie in it.

Of course, when she signed on, she didn't expect a missing Slayer.

The girl seems to have vanished off the face of the earth, which, of course, means demonic activity is skyrocketing. And, of course, Cara's the only one around with even the tiniest chance of keeping it in check. Which is why she's poking around in the boiler room during her lunch break instead of popping another aspirin and taking a nap on her desk.

Whoever this missing Slayer is, she'd better have a damn good explanation.

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[alicornucopia]

"Done," says company, smiling broadly.

And he disappears.

[whole_bloody_business]

A demon. That was a demon. Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshit. Shit, she's supposed to be better than this, everyone who ever told her she was a fuckup was right...

Cara pulls herself together. She has to fix this.

She starts to walk back to her apartment. On the way there, she calls Bella.

[cross_and_bow]

"You have reached the Slayer, please rate your emergency on a scale of one to apocalypse?"

[whole_bloody_business]

"Good, you're alive. I don't think it's an apocalypse, but I was talking to a person and I mentioned you and the person turned out to be a demon. Or possibly an evil witch. It disappeared ominously shortly afterwards, so be careful. Make sure everything's all right with your family. If it was a demon, I have some suspicions as to what kind of demon it was, and I'm going to research them."

[cross_and_bow]

"Dad's across the room, I'll call my mom in the morning, she's bound to be asleep by now - what happened?"

[whole_bloody_business]

"I was frustrated and ranting at a stranger in the park. I was being vague, but I mentioned that my "assistant" was the Slayer, and then he said "done" and disappeared. I don't know why that was enough for it to finish whatever it was doing. It may have had something to do with the way I phrased the sentence."

Her walk did not take her very far. She enters her apartment building and gets into the elevator.

[cross_and_bow]

"Which phrasing was what?"

[whole_bloody_business]

"The only sentence where I mentioned you or anything remotely magic related. Quote, 'I just wish I had a witch instead of a Slayer to help me make some progress, or at least make it so I didn't have to do all these mind-numbing spells by myself', unquote. Some demons grant wishes. They tend to backfire. You might have been un-Slayered. Check. If it was that kind of demon, whatever change it made to reality should have happened by now."

She fumbles around for her key for a bit, then enters her apartment

[cross_and_bow]

Pause. "I can still walk across the room without tripping. I'm gonna set down the phone for a second and try something more elaborate." Clunk.

[impetuous_force]

In Cara's apartment is: Bella. She's looking at Cara's books, frowning.

When the door opens she startles and falls on her ass.

[whole_bloody_business]

...Cara drops her phone, grabs at the heavy book nearest to her, and holds it like she's about to swat a fly. Her mind is racing.

"What are you and why do you look like Bella?"

[impetuous_force]

"Wh - how do you know my name? Where the hell am I?"

[whole_bloody_business]

Oh no. Cara's not going to be fooled twice in one day.

"Stay down, or you won't like the consequences," she says. She picks up her phone.

"Bella? Are you still there?"

[cross_and_bow]

Bella is not still there. Bella is checking on her Slayerishiness.

[impetuous_force]

"Are you threatening - look, I didn't mean to be here, is this your place, I swear I have no idea how I wound up here, I wasn't even casting anything!"

[whole_bloody_business]

"Take a seat on the chair," she says, her voice hard. She gestures to a wooden chair by her kitchen table. "I have reason to believe that you were put here by a malevolent entity, and I need to ask you a few questions. Attack me, and this conversation stops being civil."

(She hopes against hope that the Bella-shaped-entity doesn't call her bluff).

[impetuous_force]

The Bella-shaped entity sits.

She is wearing jeans and a T-shirt, although not a T-shirt that the usual Bella owns.

[whole_bloody_business]

"You're a witch and not a Slayer, aren't you?" she says. "Where did you come from?"

[impetuous_force]

"My house. Please, what's going on?"

[whole_bloody_business]

"I said something inadvisable to a demon, and the inadvisable thing I said seems to have given it some sort of power over me. Namely, the power to create a witch version of a friend of mine. You could be a perfectly benign witch version of her. You could also be a hostile entity who's also convincing facsimile of a benign witch version of her. Given the nature of the type of demon I suspect we're dealing with, I'm more inclined to believe the latter, but I'm not sure how to prove it either way."

[impetuous_force]

"You made a wish around a vengeance demon? And it got you me? What the hells did you ask it for? Or is it something more obscure?"

[whole_bloody_business]

"I didn't know it was a vengeance demon at the time. I still don't know it's a vengeance demon, but that seems the most likely. I wished that my friend could help me with something that required the help of someone magical, and I mentioned that I required the help of a witch, specifically, and not, say, a Slayer."

[impetuous_force]

"I'm a witch, but right now I don't feel very helpful, you are not the most welcoming hostess I've ever met."

[whole_bloody_business]

"What, you think I expect you to help me? No, thanks, I'm just trying to figure out what's going on while ensuring that all my limbs stay attached to my body," she says. "You appeared in my apartment after I made a wish around a probable-vengeance-demon, I am not a trusting person on the best of days, and I just made an uncharacteristic judgment error that I am not keen to repeat. I'm not feeling particularly welcoming."

[impetuous_force]

"Look - I look like someone you know? Who's named Bella? Why don't you get her to come see if I seem to be - like her?"