Warren gains his power

It was nearly a week later when Warren finally made his way back to Sunnydale. He had managed to find the particular amulet on line to order via the magic boxes website. Of course he could hardly walk in there and buy it from Anya not after leaving Buffy for dead so he had waited until confirmation of it’s arrival in store had come through and then using the key he’d stolen last time he was in setting up spy cameras he’d just walk in and take it.

Keeping a low profile he had hidden out in his van until Anya had left the store at which point he casually let himself in and helped himself to the amulet as well as several other ingredients he needed to cast this particular spell.

Back in his van he began performing the ritual to cast the Will Be Done spell followed by the dark mastery spell to power the amulet. Feeling the power coursing through his body he cracked his neck to one side, “Now all I need is a dark power source.”

Of course being as resourceful as he had been he knew exactly where to find a powerful dark magic source and was soon heading downtown using his newly acquired power to find the gateway to Rack’s little pocket universe.

Once he’d found it he stepped inside the waiting room where all the dark magic junkies sat quivering desperately waiting there next fix.

“Whose next.” Said Rack pushing his latest client out.

“That would be me.” Replied Warren.

Rack looked at him coldly, “Your new, wait you’re the one who put the bullet in the Slayer, I here she’s pissed I wouldn’t want to be you.”

“Yeah yeah just give me what I came for.”

“What’s that?”

“Dark Magic, a lot of it.”

“Well you see you don’t have anything I want and I can’t take my usual payment from you because you aren’t my type.”

“Well,” said Warren nervously, “The fix I need is more than you’d normally give out.”

“Rack laughed, “How much more?”

“You’re lives worth.” Warren said lunging his arm forward into Rack’s chest leeching every last vestige or magic out of him.

Warren felt the power pouring into corrupting his soul, allowing him to wield the full power of the Hellmouth. His eyes began to fill with darkness and his veins turned black.

When the drain finished Warren again crack his neck, “Well that felt good.” He said as his dark veins faded from his face, “And now for the fun.”