Jericho wiped at the still bleeding scratches on her face, they were deeper than she'd first assumed. She sat in the back of their SUV with Abby listening to King complain about his 'exploded' gun. They hadn't found Yuritza, nor her body and that gave Jericho hope that the red head was still alive somewhere. Abby pulled out a wad of gauze which she handed to Jericho. Taking them she held the white pad to her face offering the other woman a small smile of thanks. She'd noticed they kept glancing at her, each one of them all at different times but they never stopped the idle chatter, or rather King's inane babbling.

"Please," Jericho finally sighed turning to the woman in the passenger side of the back seat. "Shut him up."

Abby smirked; she glanced at King who pretended not to have heard the woman and shook her head.

"Sorry, short of putting a muzzle on him you'd have to kill him."

Jericho's face lit up at the possibility, which King noticed. It didn't give him the warm fuzzies, thinking of Jericho doing either to him.

"No." he turned his glare on Abby. "Stop giving her ideas, Whistler."

"Suggestions." Jericho corrected with a sweet smile at his glower. "Te ves mas bonito callado." She murmured.

"And what the fuck does that mean?" King grouched.

"Literally? Shut up." Jericho replied. "But if you want it said nicely; 'You look prettier with your mouth shut.' Oh, well I guess that's not as nice…." She shrugged uncaringly knowing she could've said it more politely. Looking out the window Jericho fiddled with her compound bow. Abby hadn't said any thing, neither had Jericho though both women were carrying the same weapon. It hadn't escaped Dex's notice either and he kept glancing at them in the rearview mirror.

"You know-." King huffed and left the words hanging. He faced the front seeing their temporary base up ahead. He was relieved to finally be able to get out of the car and put some distance between him and the evil pixie. He was feeling antsy around her and he didn't like it.

"Home sweet home." Dex murmured parking in the corner. They exited, Abby watching as Jericho left her coat on the back seat but took the bow and slung it on her hip beside the small quiver of arrows she had strapped to her leg. From the leather satchel Jericho took her wakisashi, slipping it behind her back. With the Katana in hand Jericho turned to follow them and found Abby staring.

"We aren't the enemy." Abby said.

"Right." Jericho had no intention of letting her guard down, not when they had kidnapped her once already. "Neither am I."

"Enough with the female bonding." King griped motioning for them to hurry up. "Come on."

"Fucking ikeike." Jericho muttered with a glare at his grinning face.

"Ikeike?" Abby questioned.

Realizing she'd been a little loud Jericho shrugged. "Bitch. I called him a fucking bitch."

Abby's snort of laughter was quickly covered with a hand.

Jericho followed them out of the open room and into another that looked like some sort of lab. There were racks of electronics and parts to her left, several long tables strewn with various weapons in different stages of construction or repair. To her right was a bank of containers, some marked with the 'Hazardous Material' sign and others glass fronted revealing nothing inside. Then her eyes fell on the table before them with a fancy array of computer equipment and the blond lady- the doctor of their little band. Jericho stared hard as the little girl stepped out from behind the blond woman; her eyes seemed to grow bigger at sight of Jericho. The brown orbs missed nothing as they looked her over.

"She's the lady who scared Hedges." Zoë stated.

"No-no." hedges blushed bright red denying he'd been scared. "She didn't scare me, Zoë…" but he couldn't bring himself to look at the little brunette in the eyes.

"King," Sommerfield sighed almost frustrated. "You didn't kidnap her again…?"

"Wha- no." King denied looking very offended. "No, I didn-. Would you tell her I didn't?" he looked to Dex then Abby, finally turning a disgruntled set of brown eyes on Jericho.

"They didn't kidnap me. This time." Jericho confirmed but the soft tone of her voice didn't sound reassuring to their ears. "So what is this?"

"This?" Abby asked, her brow slightly furrowed.

"This." Jericho waved a hand around meaning them and their building. "All of it. Who are you? Why did you drug me?"

"First of all-."

"We call ourselves the NightStalkers. We kill vampires." Dex interrupted King. He stepped forward, dropping his crossed arms. "We thought you were a Familiar but seeing as how you threw King ten yards and didn't break a sweat we figured you for a vampire."

"I'm not." Jericho denied.

"We know." Sommerfield drew their attention, one hand slipped around Zoë's shoulders gently pushing her out of the way. Jericho watched as the blond woman sort of fumbled around on the table a frown marring her face. "The blood sample I took from you confirms that. There isn't any thing out of the ordinary which is why-."

"You took my DNA without my say so. That alone is enough to piss me off and pissing me off is never good." Jericho didn't take her eyes off the blond. "Ask your King."

"Uhm, he's not… our King…" Hedges quieted down at Jericho's glare and found something else to keep himself busy with.

"Vampires. You say you hunt them."

"Yes." Abby took up the explanation moving so that she was facing Jericho. "We search for a nest; once we have a location we go in, take them out."

"Just you three?"

"No, there are more of us. Not a lot but enough we can cause some damage." Abby answered looking around the room.

"The vampires are growing in number." Sommerfield stated. "We try but there's not much we can do."

Jericho was having trouble believing all of this. Half of her life had been spent denying she'd ever been that girl, lived that life… Two years. Two years she had fought alone with Matzuye as her only back up and there were others, hunters… Slayers?

"So how come you're so strong?" the question brought her eyes around to the dark man in their midst. Why was she so strong? The question had an easy answer but would they believe her? These NightStalkers already knew vampires existed, how much of a stretch was it to believe in a Slayer?

"Into every generation there is a Chosen One." At first Jericho wasn't sure she was actually speaking, telling them this- what she was. "One girl in all the world with the strength-." No one was supposed to know. It was forbidden to ever say… "She alone will stand against the vampires… the demons… and the forces of darkness." She glanced at each one in turn stopping on King. "I am the Slayer."

There was utter silence at her words, some nervous shifting and they glanced at each other questioning. Finally King opened his mouth and straightened from his slouched pose on the table.

"You know if you want to make up shit at least make up something good."

"King-."

"No, we practically 'bare our souls' and she's making cracks. Come on, lady. You're some sort of vampire hybrid aren't you?" he insisted.

"I am not a vampire. I am not a hybrid. I. Am. The. Slayer." Jericho stated in clear, no bullshit tones. "I'm strong, like any vampire, fast, agile. I can move like them, feel…them- because I am the Slayer." Jericho couldn't remember the last time she had said that sentence let alone said it as often as she had in just those few minutes with the NightStalkers. "I breathe air, eat food, need sleep and sunlight like any of you." Here her eyes strayed to King. "You." Her weight shifted, body turning towards him. "You're different…" Jericho walked towards him slowly, the Katana swinging idly from her hand. "You're not like them," she nodded towards the NightStalkers. "Or the others." He knew she meant the vampires and swallowed past the sudden dryness in his mouth. "Why?"

King couldn't find the words to answer, at least not at first. He stood there, looking down into her brown eyes thinking about his nightmare.

"A Slayer?" Dex interrupted.

"Not like the band?" Hedges added with just a hint of hesitation though no one seemed to pay attention.

"It's a mystical thing." Jericho replied taking a step away from King. She looked at the NightStalkers trying to gauge their reaction. "You hunt vampires, know they exist and… I'm not real to you." She raised her arms a smile on her face. "Yet here I am. So."

"Cool." Jericho looked down to where the little girl, Zoë stood by the blond woman's side.

"Why are you here, chiquita?" her eyes found King again. "He kidnap you as well?"

"Zoë is my daughter." Sommerfield answered keeping a protective hand on the little girls shoulder.

"And I thought the Council was bad." Jericho muttered growing angry at the woman. Those stuffy old men had brought young girls to the Academy, trained them, given them the 'IN every generation' line and then sent them out to their deaths for generations. Jericho had never thought a mother would expose her own child to such dangers. "Don't you care about her? Don't you care if she gets hurt or worse?" she questioned. "She's just a little girl."

"We know." Abby cut in. She stepped between Sommerfield and Jericho one hand resting on her side and the revolver. "This is the safest place for them, for all of us." At Jericho's questioning look she elaborated. "The vampires know who we are. None of us can go back to our normal lives. We do and they get us, turn us or kill us." There was quiet for a moment as Jericho studied each face. "They probably know you already."

"What?"

"They have eyes. Probably got your pretty mug on a screen in some fancy vampire high rise." He pretended to be typing on thin air as he grinned at her. "Clickety-clack, surfing every law enforcement data base for your information."

"Mierda…" Jericho's eyes widened as realization came crashing around her head. Stopping them was her first reaction but how? How was she going to stop them from discovering her- her real identity? Could they? Would there be any record of her old life?

"Why so pale?" King asked smugly. "You afraid they might find out you're not really Jericho Hiel?"

"What?" she hadn't been expecting that.

King's grin was full and satisfied as he confirmed that they were right about her, at least in that regard. She was hiding but from what or who was another question.

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They rode in stone silence, neither speaking. It was out of character for King, not to joke or make some sort of crack whenever he had an audience. This was a rare moment and Jericho had no idea. She kept her eyes on the road, unable to think of anything but her being discovered by the vampires and Yuri. There was no clue as to the red heads whereabouts.

"They'll come after you." King glanced at her as he pulled over. He parked in front of her building, turning towards her all bullshit aside. He wanted her to understand how seriously dangerous her situation had become.

She looked at King, the scratches already half healed. Most- well, everything she'd told them was hard to swallow.

Blade had an explanation, a viable reason for his existence but Jericho…"It's a mystical thing." And that translated into magic, only magic was some sort of hocus pocus trick; the hand being quicker than the eyes and shit.

"Already dead." Jericho replied in a soft voice. King watched her carefully cover the Katana with her coat, a frown on his face as he puzzled over her meaning.

The door swung shut and as Jericho walked to her front stoop she knew he wouldn't leave until she was inside. Opening it she couldn't help glancing over her shoulder. King still sat there watching her. The security she felt at his presence was unnerving and with a glare she slammed her door shut.

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"They're going after her." He knew it, he didn't have proof but he knew the vampires would get Jericho. Whether she died or was turned, King didn't know and he didn't want to find out.

"What are you thinking, King?" Abby asked. She had an idea of what he wanted to do. "Because going in guns blazing like you normally do isn't a plan. At least not one that will keep us alive or un-hurt."

"Are you ever going to forget the 'Yehaw'?" King wondered watching as Abby's eyes lowered to his waist.

"You might wanna loose the longhorn buckle." She looked amused but didn't smile until King clutched at the buckle as if she would take it from him. "You're such a drama queen, King."

"Eh," he shrugged it off once again turning to the main concern on his mind.

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Jericho didn't change her routine; she went to work, filled in for the girls missing and behaved as if she hadn't been out slaying. After the first week with no word from Yuri or Jessica, Roco hired new dancers and every once in a while Jericho put in an appearance. She didn't mind the extra cash but she didn't like the attention. After King's little visit it was worse, Jericho was back to square one- having to deal with propositions from customers as well as co-workers, especially the platinum freak. Something about him just didn't feel right… Still, Jericho refrained from causing bodily injury, bad for business Roco said.

That night Jericho saw King again. She'd spotted him on different sides of her street twice before but whether he was spying out of perverse pleasure or checking up on her was debatable, no matter what the NightStalker said.

Jericho decided enough was enough and headed out to let him know he could go home. She tapped on his window watching as he flinched, one hand reaching for his gun when he saw her. She was sure King hadn't even felt her approach.

'At least that still hasn't change.' She thought to herself. "You have two options." Jericho stated before he could speak. "Go away… or come inside." Difficult as it was, the invitation was out and turning around Jericho walked to her door. The sound of the car door closing and then his footsteps told her he'd accepted but Jericho could feel King close behind her. The gentle tug in her belly…

Inside she left him to close the front door going to the kitchen and pulling out two sodas from the refrigerator. She tossed one to King as she passed him on her way to the couch. She settled into the corner comfortably and just looked at him.

"You're different." If King had been uncomfortable with just her eyes on him hearing those two words made him fidget worse.

"Yeah," he tried to play it off. He sat in the arm chair across from her and leaned back. "There's no man like me." He squirmed uncomfortably with her lack of response and cleared his throat. "So."

"So" Jericho replied still not taking her eyes from him. She seemed relaxed, waiting for King to answer her question. He appeared to be debating whether or not to spill but something in her face, maybe the soft barely there smile decided him.

"I was bit." He tried to make it sound like it wasn't that big a deal, play it off and just get it over with. He didn't really like talking about it, didn't like to remember what it was like to feel the thirst build up… the taste of blood in his mouth… "Turned into a vampire." He presented his smiling façade while stamping down the memories.

"You… where a vampire?" her tone was laced with disbelief, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Once you're turned there's no going back." She didn't like thinking he was poking fun at her but that's what it sounded like. "You're dead."

"Up until a year ago, you'd be right." He agreed still smiling. "Except we have a cure."

"Cure?" Jericho set her soda on the coffee table and crossed her arms. "A cure for vampirism."

"We have Blade too. He's the hybrid we were sorta thinking you were like." King took a swig of his soda trying to avoid her eyes.

"Blade?" Jericho stated. "Kinda funky name for a kid…" if he were making fun of her this was where bodily harm would ensue. Jericho was tired of not getting straight answers, being kidnapped, not to mention drugged and made to dream not that she had any way of stopping the prophetic dreams.

"His parents probably didn't like him very much…" King noticed the slight glare and wondered why it was so hard to get a laugh or even a smile from Jericho.

"You do that a lot."

"Do what?" King sat up just a little, looking at her warily.

"Make jokes, pretend things aren't serious." Jericho replied easily.

"Well, aren't-."

"And never shut up." She interrupted. "Do you talk in your sleep?"

King blinked. 'She made a joke? At my expense?' the silence wore off rather quickly.

"Care to find out?" He offered with a waggling of his eyebrows. Jericho rolled her eyes at his antics and picked up her soda again.

"You're not my type."

"Heard about that." King said watching her take a drink. "At your job. They seem to think you're 'my girl' and the blond, he wasn't very nice, asked if 'I was Jeri's'. Hey, so what's your real name?" he asked completely switching topics. Jericho was still scowling at the 'his girl' and 'you're Jeri's' comments from Cabaret.

"What's yours?" She was stalling and he knew it but playing dumb was more fun.

"Huh?"

"Like your parents really named you 'King'. I mean I get it in Spanish, Rey but you crazy shiroi ninnin go with names like Parker or Posey… oh, even… Tentei forbid there's actually a Buffy out there somewhere." She rolled her eyes at the thought of some poor kid putting up with teasing because of the name.

"Buffy? Really?" King echoed with a skeptical look. "King is way better than Buffy."

"Says you." Jericho scoffed. She shook her head, eyes wandering to the windows.

"Hannibal." King replied.

"Lector." It was the first thing that popped into Jericho's head at the name. "Silence of the Lambs." She turned to him and noticed the glaring brown eyes and crossed arms. Her eyes widened as she realized what he'd meant. "Jesus… that's your name."

"No, it's Hannibal." He corrected. "Hannibal King."

"Don't they watch TV? Your parents, or did you piss them off…" Jericho couldn't help the digs.

"This from the girl who chose a name after a biblical city in Canaan that was destroyed when its walls fell." King retorted. The slight widening of her eyes was evidence that she hadn't expected him to know that much. He sat back looking pleased with himself.

"It's Arabic and means City of the Moon." Jericho retorted.

"It's also a boy's name." King threw back at her.

"I'm a girl." Her eyes were narrowed and they just stared, each waiting for the other to attack. After a long moment of silence Jericho finally focused on the weapons King had strapped to his side. "What's with the sci-fi guns?"

"You like?" King immediately took one out and showed it to her. "Hedges re-designed them. The clip holds seventeen rounds, sundogs, silver bullets, even the nifty little tranc dart." He winked then turned a semi serious frown on her. "Noticed you were un-prepared at the club."

"These aren't my regular vampires. Wooden stake usually does the job." Jericho replied looking thoughtful.

"Yeah, well we've established a pointy piece of wood isn't exactly a weapon but I meant the sword and what was with the ax? Where you going to chop down some tables and make stakes?" King ended with another grin.

"Ha Ha, you're not funny." Jericho retorted. "A Slayer doesn't need guns. We have other methods of dealing with the baddies."

"Yeah, a sword-."

"It's a Katana and lets get this right. I'm not afraid of using guns and its not that I don't know how to use them-."

"Have you?" King interrupted. "Used a gun before. Have you even fired one?"

"No." the answer left a sour taste in her mouth especially with his smug look. King looked at his gun again, chuckling and then he thought of Hedges and his fear of the evil pixie.

"You know, Hedges is scared of you." He looked up, holstering the gun. "Thinks you'll come back and hang him over the rail only this time you let go." He chuckled again.

"You think its funny." Jericho didn't ask. Knowing the little genius was afraid of her brought back Maty's countless lectures. When demons had a healthy dose of fear of her it was good, it was expected but humans… they weren't supposed to know about her. "You had me thinking you were a nice guy," Jericho stood abruptly. "But if you find your friends fear amusing you must be as twisted as what you hunt." She went to the door and yanked it open jerking a thumb over her shoulder at him. "Wouldn't be surprised if you had some demon in you. Get out."

King stared at the bloody red head standing in Jericho's door way. The brunette seemed un-aware so he raised a hand and pointed.

"Uh, Jericho."

Jericho frowned and turned around. Her eyes widened at the sight of Yuritza. The green eyes were glazed, skin pale but the red head was covered in a light sheen of sweat. The soft pangs in her gut had sharpened without Jericho noticing. She'd been thinking it had to do with King and his ex-vampireness.

Yuri stumbled in, bloody hand clutching the wall.

"Yuri, no." Jericho caught her around the waist feeling the change in the red head. She didn't want to think about her next step besides getting the red head onto the couch. "Yuri…" there was no mistaking the bite marks on her wrist and more on her thigh, the dress, just at Yuritza's left side, was soaked in blood. Jericho hated being who she was at that moment, hated knowing what she had to do.

"I didn-." Yuri grunted, folding in on herself as she got another pain in her gut. King headed to the window slightly pulling back the curtains and looking out into the street. He noticed the fancy car parked out front, back door opening and a blond head rose out of the dark interior.

"Jericho," King warned pulling out his gun once again. "You're about to have company."

"They aren't invited." Jericho snapped focusing on her friend. She needed to stop the wounds from bleeding, frightened because they looked old but old wounds scabbed over, they didn't keep bleeding. "Yuri, nepouštět se červeň. I can fix this. Yuritza, you hear me? I'm existující až k brynda tato a tebe ar existující až k ozenit se Roco, bouchnout mimo babies do téže míry jeden do prdele bunny a být dokonalý , dokonalý šťastný." She slapped at Yuri's face gently trying to get her to stay awake.

"Jericho!" King moved to the door glaring at her back.

"What?!" she snapped finally looking at him.

"Get your friend in a safe corner. They're here."

"Are you deaf, Hannibal?" Jericho stood up, hands on hips. "They can't come in without my invitation."

"What the fuck…?" King frown not understanding what her inviting them in had to do with them not coming into her home. Then the door burst open hitting him hard enough King fell face first onto tiled entrance.

Jericho looked on in shock, not making a sound, as four vampires entered her home.

"No…" she breathed out, brow furrowed. Their laughter snapped her into Slayer mode and she moved to stand in front of Yuri. The big tall blond kicked King into the kitchen. She heard the wall reverberate with the blow, some pots clattered out of their cabinets onto the floor.

"Hey, King-shit." He turned the grin to Jericho. "You got a new girl friend?" Jericho heard the sound of clattering pans and a grunt as King got to his feet.

"Yeah," he groaned hanging onto the counter with one hand. "She's an evil little pixie. I'll introduce you."

Jericho still couldn't get around how they came in un-invited but kept her mouth shut. The other three, much smaller than the behemoth who trounced King, formed a half circle around Jericho.

"You made a mess at our club." The dark haired one snickered.

"You've been feeding on my friend." The vampires shrugged, looking at each other and snickered some more.

"She's kinda small." Jarko threw over his shoulder at King. "By the way," he turned facing the NightStalker with another grin, baring the silver fangs. "Danica says 'Hi'."

The three vampires didn't expect Jericho to move so fast. She stepped onto the coffee table, then jumped to the couch's arm avoiding the 2nd vampire. Her foot connected with the 3rd vampire sending him into the wall. Jericho flipped, landing behind the 1st vampire facing his back. Both hands snaked out grabbing onto the dark head and twisted. The snap of bones seemed loud in the living room but the vampires were fast as well. Two boulder-like arms wrapped around her, pinning Jericho's arms to her sides. She struggled to get free only for the vampire to squeeze harder.

King rushed out of the kitchen, his foot kicked the back of Jarko's leg knocking the big vampire to his knees. King rammed an elbow to the back of the blond head and seeing Jericho break free he went for his gun.

Jericho flipped forward, both feet striking Jarko's face. She ran, hopping lightly over the couch and grabbing the wakisashi on her wall. She faced the vampires in time to see one ash, the loud 'pop' of King's gun echoing in her head. Jericho ignored the lumbering vampire as he rose to face King. She was feeling in her element again, excitement washing through her, blood pumping, body tingling with slaying energy… she'd forgotten how good it felt to slay, forgotten how much she loved this part of her legacy.

The heavy crash and sound of breaking dishes registered in her head but Jericho was busy taunting the vampires. They both made to grab at her as Jericho flipped over their heads, she smiled hearing them butt heads and then her blade sliced down the blonds back cutting deep.

Jarko shouted, pain throbbing like a fiery wound in his back. He turned around arms flailing, trying to get something, anything and hurt it as bad as he was hurt. He found King's evil pixie standing in front of him with a smile.

King grunted, feeling pain throughout his entire body as he got up. Getting thrown around wasn't his idea of fun. "Fuck this." He muttered finally on his feet. King gripped his gun and watched as Jericho punched the blond vampire. She delivered a rapid set of blows to his face finishing with an elbow strike that had bone crunching. With a front snap kick Jarko knocked into the wall by her front door then with the wakisashi blade Jericho engaged the 2nd vampire.

King came around the counter gun blazing but Jarko was light on his feet for such a big vampire. Picking up the arm chair, Jarko threw it at King. The big seat crushed the NightStalker, it pinned him against the kitchen counter. He kicked at it hearing the fight continue without him.

"Aarrh!" King hollered as he shoved the chair off himself and scrambled to get his gun. Standing he watched as Jericho fought off both vampires. She looked so small between them and yet she managed to slip behind Jarko as the other vampire ran into him. Both stumbled back pinning Jericho against the wall. Jarko's pain filled scream filled the living room and then he flew forward landing on the smaller vampire.

Jericho cursed seeing the cracked plaster and dent in her wall. The bloody wakisashi still in her hand she moved to the vampires when King started shooting again.

Jarko pushed the smaller vampire in the line of fire and ran to the window. The vampire screamed as he ashed and then the sound of breaking glass filled the living room.

"Fuck!" King slammed a hand onto the window sill watching as Jarko made his get away. The squealing of tires and smell of burnt rubber reached his sensitive nose. As much as he wanted to get the vampire King couldn't seem to catch a break.

Jericho leapt over the couch bouncing on the seat cushions. She threw the coffee table aside, dropping the wakisashi. Her knees hit the rug hard but she ignored the slight sting as Jericho slipped her arms around Yuri. Her eyes looked on, frightened as the red head started to convulse.

"King!" she cried, looking to him for help.

"She's going through the changes, you can't stop it now." King moved suddenly, arm raised and gun aimed at them.

"No!" Jericho half rose still cradling Yuritza. "Please, you have a cure-."

"Down." She didn't question his order; just lay over Yuritza feeling the heat at her back and the smell of ash. Jericho looked over her shoulder, at the burn staining her couch.

King tugged Yuritza away from her, slipping a needle in her arm before lifting her into his arms.

"Take what you need." Her rose with a now calm red head and stared down at Jericho who hadn't moved. "Lets go." King started for the door not hearing her follow or move to gather what she wanted to take.

Jericho still knelt, her eyes looking around the ruined apartment. She didn't want to leave, didn't want to run any more…

"Now." King's harsh voice snapped her eyes to him. Seeing Yuritza all bloodied and turned… Jericho got to her feet and nodded to him. King left her gathering some items and took the red head to the SUV. He lay her in the back seat, sure the newly turned vampire wouldn't wake up and try sucking him dry halfway to the hide out. Closing the door, King went back to Jericho's apartment. At the door he found a large wooden trunk which he knew hadn't been there before.

"Jericho?" King looked around stepping into the living room when she finally came out of the bedroom. A large duffel bag was slung onto her shoulder and beside her a med sized rolling suitcase.

"I'm never getting my deposit back." Jericho muttered looking at the busted wall.

"Uuh, you're taking all this?" King questioned looking her over and pointing at the trunk.

"Maty gave me that trunk." Jericho said as she walked to the door. "I went to a lot of trouble to get it back." She'd had to buy her way into the Academy's warehouse to retrieve it. Not an easy feat for a Slayer, especially when she was supposed to be dead.

"Right." King looked at the nig wooden box. "Bu-."

"It's coming with." Jericho stood in front of him. "Only my trunk is too small."

"Really." King grinned looking at her thinking it looked pretty big to him.

"My car trunk." Jericho explained with an exasperated huff. "It wont fit in the back seat either." With a pained sigh King bent to lift it up. Jericho watched him try, she had to give him that but when he only managed to lift a corner of her weapons trunk she dropped her duffel bag. "Put it down." Jericho ordered pushing him out of the way. "Here." She handed him the keys with the car alarm. "My car's around the side."

King watched opened mouthed as she easily lifted the trunk. She walked out of her home with the weapons chest on her shoulder.

"Fuck me…"

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