"Hunter, I'm scared. I thought I heard something." Rhea shook Hunter awake.
"What," Hunter startled from sleep.
"I think they're outside," the six year old girl whispered to the eighteen year old boy.
He didn't have to ask who. He just held out his arms and the little girl and her teddy bear crawled into his open arms for a hug. As he patted the crying girls hair he tried to soothe her. "It's okay Rhea, Rhea. It'll be okay. I'm here. I'm here."
Hunter and Rhea had been on the run from the Slayers for a year and a half. In a world controlled by Slayers, that wasn't easy. His parents had died in an apocalypse when he was sixteen leaving him to raise Rona's daughter Rhea by himself. His whole life he had been raised by or around Slayers and sadly after Buffy died they had become the enemy.
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"Where are the traitors?" Brooke yelled at the woman hung by shackles to the wall. "Where is Hunter?"
"You know what is really sad?" the woman sneered at Brooke. "A Slayer who uses her power for her own personal vendetta. We taught you better than that Brooke."
"Lessons are over," Brooke smiled. "You are the last of that sad Institution."
"Hopefully some of the others will continue with the proper tradition of the Slayers."
"Oh yes, please tell me again about how to be a proper Slayer." Brooke rolled her eyes.
"It's something you could never hope to understand."
"Well I know enough to keep you hostage. They'll come for you. Just stay down here and be bait." Brooke laughed as she left the dungeon leaving a battered and bruised, but certainly not beaten Kennedy alone.