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"Thrill of the Night"

"Now, now. Mrs. Summers... if you would please calm down..."

"Don't you take that higher-than-thou attitude with me, Mr. Giles. Now, I know that you're the one that influenced Buffy into this... this life. And don't you think for one minute that I don't suspect you're harboring her somewhere like some sort of... of a stored weapon."

Rupert Giles sighed as he gazed into Joyce Summers' eyes, Buffy had definitely gotten her stubbornness from her mother, and he could easily see he would not get through to her without a considerable effort. The truth was he had not heard any news of Buffy in over a week now, ever since the night she stopped Angelus from destroying the world. Her friends were worried about her; he was worried about her, but all he could do at the moment was press his glasses up by one finger along the bridge of his nose. "I can see that you are upset, but blaming me will not bring Buffy back any faster..."

"Oh, but it sure as hell will make me feel better." Joyce sneered. "I don't suppose you've had children, Mr. Giles?"

"W-well, my line of work makes it somewhat difficult to...no, no I don't." He admitted. "But I tend to look on all of my students; Buffy in particular as a child to be guided, to be taught..."

"To slay demons? And vampires?"

"No, that particular brand of teaching is solely for her. Mrs. Summers, Buffy wasn't picked out of a classroom of volunteers for this task, it is her birthright. She was chosen to become the Slayer, not because it was convenient for her, or because her grades allowed it. She was chosen simply because she was needed."

"Do you know what she needs, Mr. Giles?" Joyce said, crossing her arms in frustration. "She needs a normal life, she needs the chance to grow up as a young woman and not have the weight of the world thrust on her shoulders."

"Perhaps that is what a normal teenager might think; in fact, I think Buffy has told me similar on many occasions."

Joyce stared at the man incredulous. "So, no matter what she says, no matter what she does..."

"She will always be what she is."

Joyce closed her eyes and turned her head; anger seething from her, she dared not let him see her temper really explode. "Well, I'm just not going to accept that." She said.

"Forgive me for saying but... perhaps that is the reason she didn't return."

Now the daggers were coming from Joyce's eyes as she glared at Giles. Her hands gripping quite tightly against her arms as she took a deep breath and her face grew a deeper red. "I think you need to leave Mr. Giles."

"Of course." Giles nodded politely. "I will be sure to let you know if we hear anything."

He barely managed to step out the door before hearing it slam loudly behind him, making his back grow rigid from the sound of the impact. He sighed, removed his glasses and began to clean them with a handkerchief. "Wherever you are, Buffy. I do hope everything is alright."

***

Buffy had fallen asleep hugging her knees close to her. She jolted awake at the sound of a dog barking off in the distance and looked around quickly to be sure they hadn't been followed. The sky had grown orange in color; it was getting late, almost sunset. She turned around and gazed up at the gargoyle that had helped save her life, it was only fair she did the same. She scuffled to her feet and gazed over the smooth statue and pondered exactly what he was. As she moved her hand over his beak, a cracking noise startled her and she pulled it away. A small crack had appeared on the stone. "Oh no, I broke him." She muttered.

As the cracks began to web outward and chunks of the stone broke away, she could hear growling underneath and she took a step back as he suddenly burst through the shell of stone and his roar echoed through the night; stretching his arms and back as the roar transformed into a slow yawn.

"Now that was interesting..." Buffy said, catching his attention.

"Have you been here all day?" He asked.

Buffy shrugged and put her hands into her pockets. "Well, yeah. I wasn't sure what happened to you, and I wanted to make sure that this Dracon and his thugs wouldn't find you so..."

Brooklyn smiled. "Thank you." He said.

"So is...that a thing?" She asked. "You know, the whole Medusa action?"

"What, turning to stone? Yeah. That's how we sleep. From sunup to sundown."

Buffy's gaze turned back behind her toward the horizon and indeed the sun had recently vanished behind it, only the soft fading glow remained to vanish, leaving the night sky behind. "Oh. Cool." She said.

"So, what happened last night?" Brooklyn asked. "Those were vampires we were dealing with right?"

"Totally." Buffy nodded. "But something was weird about the gem that Dracon gave to the vamp leader. He seemed so much stronger than a normal vampire is normally."

"I wonder why they didn't just follow us."

Buffy shrugged. "Well the normal vamps I understand, daylight dusts them pretty much in an insta-poof. I wasn't sure about the leader though. Maybe the gem only makes him stronger, but not invulnerable to a vampire's weaknesses like sunlight."

Brooklyn nodded. "Makes sense. So what do we do now?"

"Well, Dracon is obviously into the dark arts, must be how he came across vampires in the first place. But the real question is what do we do about this gem? If I were home Giles would have me and my friends doing research to find out about it. Its strengths and weaknesses and how I can destroy it."

"Giles?"

"My Watcher." Buffy explained. Upon Brooklyn's puzzled look she attempted to clarify. "Kind of my... coach. My teacher in all things slayer."

"So, he just what...watches while you fight?"

"No, he helps sometimes." Buffy pouted. "But it's a moot point because he's in California and that's a long way to travel to check out library books."

"And I don't think we should ask Xanatos about something like this, he'd probably like the idea about being a vampire. He's got a thing about immortality."

"Xanatos? Like David Xanatos? One of the richest guys on the planet?"

"That's him."

"Does he have a beef with you or something?"

Brooklyn shrugged. "Something like that." He sighed. "Look, I think we need to fall back, let me take you to our hideout in town and we'll plan from there. I don't look forward to having some vampire biting my neck and stealing my soul or whatever they do."

"That's pretty much it." Buffy admitted. "But he didn't seem to like the idea of eating gargoyles."

"Hey, you're right. Maybe we can take advantage of that somehow."

Buffy just shrugged. "What can I say? Take me to your leader."

"Our leader's out of town, hopefully I'll do." Brooklyn said with a smile. "But at least we can fall back and come up with a plan to stop these guys."

"Oh man, what time is it? I am late for my job."

"Job?" Brooklyn asked in confusion. "You mean the terror of the undead has a day job?"

"Night. Job, actually." Buffy replied. "And it's not like I get a thrill out of waiting tables or anything, but we can't go hiding in belfrys taking up the real estate as a stone statue, right?"

"We're only asleep during the day."

"Ah yes, sleep. I'm sure you sleep like a rock."

Brooklyn snorted. "Okay, yeah. That's pretty good." He said.

"My shift ends at three, I'll meet you in Central Park after if that's cool."

"You got it." Brooklyn said with a salute.

Buffy pouted a bit looking out over the city in the distance, she gave a sigh. "You think you can give me a lift into--" She turned to see that Brooklyn had already vanished from sight. "...town?"

Buffy made her way toward the diner with a lot of thoughts on her mind; what was her luck? Getting back into the vampire slaying game again after thinking she would finally gotten out of it? She slid her hands into her jacket pockets as she walked, she wished Willow were here, or even Xander. She'd half thought that Giles was probably out of his mind with worry. She tried to imagine his reaction to the existence of these "gargoyles" and the "Good Lord!" it would ensue. She knew his phone number, maybe a quick call home couldn't... "No." She said to herself as she strolled past the payphone she was glancing at. "I can't go back, not after Angel. It's not my responsibility."

She strolled up to the diner and with a hop skipped the top step to enter the bustling restaurant, she swooped past one of the waitresses and into the back where Wanda was waiting with a sour expression on her face.

"I thought you were going to do another couple nights on the five o'clock shift." She said. "You come in just after seven?"

Buffy's face scrunched in irritation. "Ooh I thought I was supposed to start the new schedule tonight. You think I can be squeezed in?"

Wanda's serious face slowly fell and changed to one of more amusement than disappointment. "I tell you, I've never had someone come along so interested in working the graveyard shift. Alright, I'll give you a shot at it. It's usually not busy past eight or nine, so it should be okay."

Buffy smiled. "Great." She said before realizing she was speaking in a less-than-enthusiastic tone of voice, catching it just as the last syllables left her mouth. "I mean, it's perfect for me."

"I've been doing it for twenty-five years, you'll catch on. Trust me."

"Wow. Twenty-five? How old are you?"

"That's one of those questions that we don't ask around here sweetheart." Wanda replied as she sat up. "You start in twenty minutes though, so get ready." She stood from her chair and began to walk toward the door leading out to the kitchen. "Tell me again, Anne. Where's it you said you came from?"

"Oh, California. Near LA."

Wanda nodded and smiled. "Good, so you're used to weird. I was hoping Benny wouldn't scare you too bad when he came in."

"Benny?"

"Our night cook. Good guy, little eccentric. Kind of like you."

Buffy nodded. "Oh, well. Not a lot like me around."

"Damn right." Wanda said as she vanished through the door, letting it swing closed behind her.

Buffy sighed as she sat down; what had she gotten herself into this time? She couldn't help but think about her friends. What were they doing? Were they missing her? She really shouldn't have left at least without an explanation, but there was so much going through her mind that night. Even Willow wouldn't have understood; her spell to restore Angel's soul had worked, and even then she...

"Xander!" Willow's shocked exclamation shook him out of his distracted stride as he was pulled back just in time for a bus to go flying by.

"Hey! I'm okay. I'm okay." He said in a most un-assuring fashion. "I saw that bus coming from a mile away."

"Well that's good because that road starts about twenty feet that way." She replied. "Are you okay? You've sort of been off your game lately."

"I was not aware I had a game to be off of." Xander said, looking at her. "Look, Will. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be Mr. Party Pooper, but ever since Buffy left it's just sort of been... you know... us."

"Well, we do have Cordelia and Giles. It's sort of like the Scooby Gang still."

"But we don't have our Scooby mascot. You know." He shrugged and crossed his arms awkwardly. "She shouldn't have left us holding the bag like this."

Willow frowned. "W-well, we don't know if she skipped out on us. I mean, she could have fought a demon and was banished to a hell dimension or--"

"Or someone who just happened to come along and clear her closet of her clothes?" Xander replied, his voice dripping in frustration. "I know you want to be positive about it, but to me it sort of feels like she quit on us."

"That's not fair." Willow said. "You know she's laid her life out for us so many times, she even died once..."

Xander shook his head and looked away. "I know. I-I'm trying to come up with these reasons too, it's been like that for a couple weeks. Joyce keeps asking me if I've seen her, and everytime I tell her I haven't--I've just been sort of wondering if she just skipped town because she's always trying to protect us. You know, the whole... "There can be only one" credo that the Slayer has."

"That's Highlander, but I get your point." Willow agreed. "But there had to be some sort of influence, you were the last one to talk to her. What did she say when you told her we were going to try and save Angel?"

Xander avoided the question with another. "Speaking of; whatever happened to Angel anyway?"

"Well, Giles said that once Acathla was quelled that it was either because Buffy stopped it from happening or the one summoning him was expelled from our dimension. So, either he and Buffy are together somewhere and we risk them....you know....and releasing him again, or he's gone and she couldn't deal with it."

"Way to think positive, Will."

"I try."

"Oh, hey isn't that Giles?" Xander made a subject change as they turned the corner.

As Willow followed Xander's finger, they fell on their local librarian carrying a suitcase out to his car and putting it into the trunk as they approached. He barely saw them, then stopped short as he realized the two of them were standing there. "Oh, hello Xander. Willow." He said. "Fancy seeing you two out this evening."

"We're just getting back from downtown." Willow said looking at the suitcase before Giles closed the trunk lid on it. "You headed out?"

"Did your Watcher's Council decide to kick you out of Sunnydale because you lost track of Buffy?"

"Xander..." Willow urged as Giles pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose, standing upright in front of them.

"I beg your pardon?"

Xander couldn't control himself. "Well, I hear watchers not watching their charges get the big ol' boot sometimes. I was just wondering if maybe that happened?"

"This isn't the time."

"Xander, I appreciate the fact that you're concerned for Buffy and her safety, but lashing out upon me or anyone else really does not help the fact that this Hellmouth now stands unguarded, leaving Sunnydale defenseless. I must ask you after the last couple of years I assume you've gotten to know me a little bit better than that."

"I dunno, it just feels like we're always learning something new about you." Xander said. "First Buffy skips town, and we come around finding you packing things up..."

"Do you honestly believe that I would be leaving if it weren't extremely important, Xander?"

Willow interjected before any more harm could be done. "You found Buffy?"

"I have a lead..." Giles admitted.

"Tentative, at best. A conspiracy theorist may have found someone matching Buffy's description."

"Where?" Xander asked.

"New York."

"Well then, let's go. I call shotgun."

"You both most certainly will not be coming with me." Giles answered with the seething sternness that he was known for.

Xander took a step back in shock. "Excuse me? I think we are. Give us one good reason why you're going and we can't."

"I'll give you several; One, I am an adult where as you both are no more than high school students. Secondly, I don't have any way to verify that this isn't some wild goose chase and I would be wasting several days of my life travelling across the country to follow up on a lead; much less the thought of sharing such a road trip with you, Xander would be akin to watching paint dry, peeling it and repainting it whilst I eat the shavings. Thirdly, there must be someone here in Sunnydale who knows how to defend civilians against vampires sure to rise due to the fact that there is no slayer here and you two are quite possibly this city's best line of defense against such a catastrophe and four..." His words evacuated his throat as though there was a sudden loss of pressure."

"Four?" Willow pursued.

Giles sighed. "The sheer expense of travelling to New York far begets my current pay grade, much less staying there. I was able to convince Cordelia Chase's father to foot that debt in the event that I... take her as well. As sort of a field trip, you see..." He couldn't escape the aghast stares from the two teens. "She's been looking into travelling there for weeks now and while there are flights back filled for three weeks and since her birthday is next week--"

"I'm sure she's going to thank her daddy for this one." Xander replied sarcastically. "I do retract my request. I don't think it's such a--good idea for me to spend so much time with her." He glanced around somewhat guiltily.

"It's kind of like sunlight. A little exposure goes a long way." Willow agreed, smiling as Giles' expression grew evermore frustrated.

"Thank you. You both have been ever helpful."

Giles slowly entered his car and turned it over. With one last wary glance through his rearview mirror, he drove off into the dimming light of the fading sun.

***

"So you've actually met this Slayer?" Hudson asked, running his thumb along his chin as he sat in his recliner. "I mean I didn't doubt she existed, but to actually run across her in my lifetime, that is interesting."

"Her name's Buffy. Okay? And she's a really nice girl, I shouldn't even be able to look at her and call her a slayer."

"But that's what she is, isn't she?" Lexington added. "Still not sure I understand the concept..."

"Unto every generation is born a protector, one chosen to combat vampires, demons and the forces of darkness. To become the Slayer; the bane of evil, strong, just, powerful." Matt said as he came up the walkway from his entry to the tower. "Seems a little bland when you first look at it, I mean you guys. You guys are born to be protectors, the Slayer is born with the power within. But only one is chosen to actually *be* her."

"So. What happens if a slayer dies?" Brooklyn asked.

"Not if. When." Matt emphasized. "Slayers in general don't live long, the latest age range averages out around twenty, though there have been speculations of some living as long as thirty years old. They're strong but not invincible; it's a hard line of work to be born into. And when she dies another potential slayer born in the world is chosen to become her. Some sort of a spiritual selection, I guess."

Broadway scratched the top of his head in confusion. "How is it you know all this?"

Matt laughed and shrugged. "It's what I do in my freetime. You know me and these conspiracy theories of mine. My information is a little dated, but I've got my connections in the occult markets."

"Any information on that jewel Dracon gave his vampire ally then?"

"I couldn't find anything." Matt shook his head. "Don't worry, I've got an expert working on it. Now you said it made this vampire...stronger?"

"Way stronger; I mean Buffy could easily take the other guys on but this guy was beating us around like rag dolls. I'm not sure what we're going up against. She said to meet her in central park in a few hours if you want to come along."

"No, thanks. I've still got my job to do." Matt shook his head. "But I do hope to meet her, it'd be kind of cool to meet a mythical icon."

Brooklyn smiled. "I'll make sure to mention that to her."

Matt smiled and nodded before taking a step back and turning back into the tower, practically disappearing from sight before the brief appearance of the light from the floor below appeared then vanished again. Brooklyn sighed. "I'm not sure what to make of Matt." He said. "He's almost too interested in Buffy."

"Aye. But that's because she's the stuff of legend, and Bluestone is nothing if not a legend seeker."

"Maybe we should go with you to meet her." Lexington suggested. "I mean if there are vampires out after her she could be in trouble."

"Plus if Dracon's involved you know she's in for a world of trouble."

"Maybe you're right." Brooklyn said. "Hudson and I will go meet up with her; Lex, you and Broadway stay here, maybe try to find something out about that gem I told you about, maybe we can find some way of disabling it."

"Oh come on, Brooklyn. Let me come with you." Broadway asked. "You know you could use the backup." He said, dancing on his feet briefly with his fists raised.

"No." Brooklyn stated sternly. "Stay here and help Lexington. If we get in trouble we'll send for help, but I don't want to leave the tower too unguarded. We need a place to fall back to if the crap hits the fan."

"You sure you want me along, lad?"

Brooklyn looked at Hudson. "You're our best tracker, if there's any chance Buffy doesn't meet us, I'm going to need your help to find her."

"Hmmph..." Hudson emitted with a smirk.

"What?"

"Goliath picked a fine leader with you Brooklyn. Decisive and confident, just like him."

"I'm no leader." Brooklyn shook his head. "But I... will be while he's gone. When Goliath comes back, I'm just his second in command again."

"Whatever you say, lad."

***

"Hi there, here's your check and you can cash it with me at the end of the counter whenever you're ready." Buffy said in an upbeat and cheerful tone.

"You know, you're kind of pretty." The older man said as he put his hand on hers as she tried to draw it back. "Maybe we can cut a deal?"

Maintaining the demure posture, Buffy slowly rested her elbow onto the counter. "I'll tell you what." She said in the sweetest voice she could muster. "If you take your hand off me right now, I might not have to break it with my other one."

Shaken by the subtly delivered threat, the man's eyes went wide and slowly he retracted his hand from hers and she slid it back and off the counter before turning around and walking away. "That's alright, honey. We like it when you walk away anyway!" Another man bellowed and the few patrons of the diner burst out into laughter as she exited the room in disgust.

"How do you put up with that?" She asked Wanda, who was just clocking back in from her lunch break. "Those men are disgusting!"

"I handle them pretty much the same manner that you just did, Anne. Confident and forceful, but with enough charm to keep them from trying to sue you for harassment."

"But they're the ones harassing us."

Wanda shrugged. "Ain't that how it is lately? Those men are constantly in here, and they've learned to keep those comments to themselves."

"And that works?"

"So far it has." She smiled.

Buffy had a chill with Wanda's words, she could sense something was off about this place, but not in an evil sort of way. She'd never quite felt anything like it before. She closed her eyes and simply shook it off. It was simply too strange to think about and she heard the ding of the bell by the register and she got up to go retrieve it. As soon as she stepped out though, her blood felt like it froze in her body as an utter chill washed over her; it was Dracon, standing in the doorway right behind her customer. Immediately she ducked back into the kitchen and looked back through the window glass at him. He was looking around, as if he knew she worked here; as if he would be able to corner her here. She breathed heavily, her breath leaving a fog on the glass as her other customer hit the bell again.

"Anne? Are you going to get out there and take care of your customer or what?" Wanda asked as she walked up behind her.

She frowned as her mind raced; she searched for an excuse, a way to slip away unnoticed. But there didn't seem to be an opening. She only hoped that he wouldn't be paying attention, or that he wouldn't recognize her from the previous night. She inhaled deeply and stepped out, brandishing her name tag to hopefully dissuade Dracon from thinking further on this. She barely made eye contact with Dracon as Wanda then came out to seat him and two of his goons that stepped in behind him. It made her throat tighten up as she completed her transaction.

"Thirty-four fifteen." She said as she took the man's card. "Did you want to add a tip to that?"

"Tip's on the table." The man said with a creepy smile as Buffy rang him up and handed his card back.

"Come again." She said as she took the receipt.

"Oh with you here, I'll be back tomorrow night, and maybe the night after if you stay this cute."

Buffy wasn't even paying attention to how hard she stabbed the receipt into his hand, she only heard a squeak of pain and could feel the pop of at least one bone give under the skin as she glared at him, giving him a look of it being fully intentional. She watched as he headed to the door, only to be met with Nathaniel entering at the same time. As the two passed, Buffy quickly turned her back to make her way back into the kitchen. How had they found her?

"Pardon me, may I have your name?"

"Anne." Buffy replied without turning around. There was a long silence that followed.

"No... I don't think that is correct."

Buffy turned around and looked at him, the man brimming with confidence at the register leaning over it to stare at her. He looked at her nametag. "Hmm perhaps I was mistaken."

Buffy slowly turned around again, only to see Wanda heading into the back after leaving Dracon's table. His men didn't seem to notice her or the fact that Nathaniel had taken an interest in her, but they were about to. She could feel his hand encroaching on her shoulder before it even touched her. She yelled and turned around, grabbing the hand and twisting it impossibly over. Nathaniel didn't seem surprised by this, but he certainly wasn't expecting Buffy to spin, lift him high into the air and slam him down hard behind the counter. Letting out a laugh, he roared and instantly returned to his feet. She sent a kick flying into his face, then a punch, and then another. Each blow didn't seem to phase him beyond his head twisting in response to the strikes. She sent her leg up between his legs, only for him to catch it.

"Now, now. Slayer. That's playing dirty." He said as he grabbed her by the leg and easily flung her across the counter.

Buffy slammed hard into the tables and thumped against the window with a loud bang. Opening her eyes, she could see him flying at her, ready to pounce on her. She caught his foot with her leg, sweeping against the back of his knees and sending him toppling forward. She rolled and kicked hard, sending him wheeling through the air in a half-spin until he crashed into Dracon's table. All three of the men lept to their feet and watched the vampire tumble and get back up with a laugh. "Oh that's good. That's so very nice. But it's too bad you can't hurt me, isn't it Ms. Summers?"

"You!" Dracon finally realized as Nathaniel stood up between his men and her.

"Mr. Dracon, you are quite the idiot." Nathaniel said. "Your enemy getting ready to serve you and you don't even recognize her?"

"Hey. It was dark I didn't know what she looked like. Fellas..." All three of them took out guns and pointed them at her. "Now you'll know what it feels like to cross Tony Dracon."

"HRRRRAAHHHHH!"

The echoing roar emanating from behind the counter shocked everyone in the room and in a split second a massive metal grill flew across the room and into Dracon and his men, sending them back against the tables as a massive furry beast leaped through the air and trounced Nathaniel. "Anne! Go! I'll hold them off!"

"Wanda?!" Buffy exclaimed. "You're a demon?"

"You think a little old lady like me could survive if I wasn't?" She asked in amusement. "Now go! Hurry!"

Unsure of how to respond, Buffy's sudden instinct was to hurtle herself toward the diner door and out into the cool night. She looked across the street and realized she needed to meet with Brooklyn in Central Park. She could use all the help she could get. In almost a panic, she ran across the intersection, cutting off several cars as she bolted toward the park. Nathaniel was strong; way strong, and she needed a plan to go up against him. No matter how hard she hit him, he continued to get back up unscathed. As she looked back, she slowed a little, seeing nothing in pursuit of her. She slowed to a walk, but then bumped into something large and thick that knocked her backwards and almost down to the ground only to be caught from behind by someone else; after a moment to realize she recognized Brooklyn.

"Whoa! Whoa! Buffy are you alright?"

"I didn't mean t'scare you, lass." The larger gargoyle said with a bowing of his head. "I'm Hudson. I'm a friend of Brooklyn's here."

"Hud-son..." Buffy repeated. "Brooklyn, you guys shouldn't even be here. That vampire Nathaniel found me where I work and he attacked my boss...or...my boss attacked him, I...I guess."

"Calm down, Buffy. You're not making any sense, so Nathaniel's after you?"

"Slaaaaayer, come out and plaaaay! Haha!" Brooklyn and Hudson looked up to see the vampire walking toward them at a rather casual pace. "You can't fight me, I am invincible. I will be your destructor. And I will be--UUUUUAHHHH!"

In an almost comical moment of timing a car drove seemingly from nowhere and slammed into Nathaniel. It sent him flying through the air and at least twenty feet from where he stood, crashing into a tree and falling out of sight before Buffy realized who was in the car. "Giles?!" Another passenger of the car quickly rolled down her window and stuck her head out. "C...Cordelia?!"

"Hurry up Buffy! Get in before he gets up!" She shouted as she pushed open the door. "Hurry! Hurry!"

Buffy ran toward the car and dove in, closing the door behind her as Brooklyn perched himself onto the car's roof and Hudson ran to catch up. "Hurry lad! To the clock tower, I'll meet you lot there!"

"Let's go. Let's go!" Brooklyn urged Giles, who threw the car into reverse and flew out of the park just as quickly as he'd thrown himself into it.

Nathaniel growled as he finally got back to his feet, slowly brushing the tree leavings off his sleeves and glaring out into the night with his now-red glowing eyes. "Run away, Slayer." He snarled. "I'll find you eventually." He chuckled darkly.

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