I prowled behind her, hiding myself in the shadow of the trees. She strode along throughout the streets, on the prowl as well.
Her feet walked in a stride that made her look graceful. Her blond hair was tied up in a tight bun. I remembered that pompous Angel loved her hair tied that way.
I was so glad he was gone.
I now finally had control over my body, after a hundred years. And I planned on destroying that had made that goody-two-shoes disgrace of a demon happy. I hated Angel—and anything that defined his personality.
So I had decided to start with her.
Buffy stopped mid-stride. She lifted her stake and walked slower. She turned her head from left to right as she walked, her eyes focused on nothing else but her prey. Like a vicious predator looking for food.
Only this predator had spunk. And style.
I smirked to myself. She was truly a strange creature. She carried herself so differently from other slayers. She was the protector, yes. But her way of fighting and her sly comments made her unpredictable, resourceful.
And very clever.
This one was going to be very hard to defeat. Not even Spike, who had taken the life of two slayers, could defeat her. Of course, he was an idiot. So it really didn't matter.
Two vampire attacked her. She did a sweep kick to one, knocking him off his feet. She flipped another over her shoulder. She looked at them….bored. Not witty comment escaped her mouth. Her full, red lips didn't form a single word.
She stabbed them both before they could even collect themselves. She was fast. I took a look at her eyes. I saw something there that I hadn't noticed before.
Her eyes were focused….but they weren't dancing fire. Not the way I remembered through Angel's eyes. Not the way they were when Angel was around. They were sorrowful…lost…dark…
I felt something strange flip in my dead stomach.
Seeing her hurt brought satisfaction to me, naturally. But, there was something else. Something that I had never, ever felt before. I couldn't comprehend the emotion. I had never felt this way about anyone, even Darla.
What was it? And why did the way her eyes were affect me in anyway badly?
I was evil. The worst there was. I was merciless.
So why did I feel as if I should throw my body in front of hers?
I pushed the urge to the back of my mind, preparing myself to deal with it later…..