"You think ya are so freaking sneaky, do ya?" I ask, holding on my stake. The play ground was a inner city one, that is for sure. Suposedly, the bad-ass vampires lived in the inner city
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I had been out for a walk, getting to know this city, when I had sensed them. Vampires...and a Slayer to boot. Curious as to whether this was one of the Slayers Spike had told me about, I slipped quietly into view of the battle unfolding
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I heard his mouth moving, but no sound other than 'BLAH, BLAH, BLAH' came out.
"Yeah...so, he wasn't a good evil vampire thingy- either!" I yell in my defense, standing up streight. I curl my free hand in a fist, and rase it to my mouth, to wipe off the blood. My fighting was sloppy -- but yanno, you gatta do whatever you have too. "So yeah..I was pretending!"
I had a ego.
I looked him up and down, he was little young for watcher material. And thats just how he sounded, he could of been Jaques, but this guy was tad bit shorter, no red hair, and no weird french accent.
I took the container, and poped out two tic-tacs in my mouth. I threw it back at him after closing the little white lid.
"Yesterday?" I answered. I really don't think about..eating, unless if I had a insane craving for McDonalds..which isn't a good diet. I had a feeling he'd say something like that.
I looked amused as I watched her. Slayers were always so defensive...
"Sure, and vampires don't drink blood but milk while werewolves sing lullabies to little children. Only in a perfect world," I told her, rolling my eyes.
Catching the container of tic-tacs, I pocketed them quickly. Yet another error on her part...eating anything from a stranger. Those could have been poisoned or worse.
"Well..." I glanced around, then up at the sky, "...let's go get something to eat then. Do you have a preference or is your eating as sloppy as your Slaying?"
Smirking, I turned and started away. I would prefer Chinese myself...Spike had said good things about Chinese food...
"Italian? Chineese?" I shrug. I guess he's my new guy now. Watcher...not guy, guy. B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D N-O B-A-D. Yes. Bad. Because, he's all stiffy and olderish. Not really old, but you know. Yeah. Whatever.
I looked up at him, really, I did. He was tall. I walk up beside him, to catch up to his long legged stride, putting my stake in inside my jacket pocket, and my hands in my blue jean pockets.
"So, your like my watcher now?" I ask. It was pretty much dawn, no one is around to eaves drop. If they were, who the hell cared?
Well..I guess he would. Since now I'm under his guardianship.
"Do ya have a name, or should I call you 'Tall, quiet man'??"
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"Yeah...so, he wasn't a good evil vampire thingy- either!" I yell in my defense, standing up streight. I curl my free hand in a fist, and rase it to my mouth, to wipe off the blood. My fighting was sloppy -- but yanno, you gatta do whatever you have too. "So yeah..I was pretending!"
I had a ego.
I looked him up and down, he was little young for watcher material. And thats just how he sounded, he could of been Jaques, but this guy was tad bit shorter, no red hair, and no weird french accent.
I took the container, and poped out two tic-tacs in my mouth. I threw it back at him after closing the little white lid.
"Yesterday?" I answered. I really don't think about..eating, unless if I had a insane craving for McDonalds..which isn't a good diet. I had a feeling he'd say something like that.
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"Sure, and vampires don't drink blood but milk while werewolves sing lullabies to little children. Only in a perfect world," I told her, rolling my eyes.
Catching the container of tic-tacs, I pocketed them quickly. Yet another error on her part...eating anything from a stranger. Those could have been poisoned or worse.
"Well..." I glanced around, then up at the sky, "...let's go get something to eat then. Do you have a preference or is your eating as sloppy as your Slaying?"
Smirking, I turned and started away. I would prefer Chinese myself...Spike had said good things about Chinese food...
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I looked up at him, really, I did. He was tall. I walk up beside him, to catch up to his long legged stride, putting my stake in inside my jacket pocket, and my hands in my blue jean pockets.
"So, your like my watcher now?" I ask. It was pretty much dawn, no one is around to eaves drop. If they were, who the hell cared?
Well..I guess he would. Since now I'm under his guardianship.
"Do ya have a name, or should I call you 'Tall, quiet man'??"
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