Part six

Jeremy kicked the door in, light flooding in the room. The other man stayed behind him, overly careful. But then again, he knew what they were dealing with. Jeremy didn't, not really. He wondered how much this Xander Harris really knew.

Some of the vampires inside spooked up when the light hit the room. One of them tried to put out his burning hand, it didn't seem to help much. The young vampire took a deep breath. Sniffing for any kind of trace of Darla's murderer. It was there.

"Darla."

He didn't bother hiding his nature, showing both fangs and glowing eyes.

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The door of Ralph's room didn't put up much more resistance as Buffy broke it in. Ralph stared up at the sound of it falling in.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" he tried, she didn't give him the chance to continue and grabbed his collar, pulling her towards him.

"I'm the girl that's gonna kick your but." she hissed in his ear.

Ralph stared at the smallish blond, stunned as hell. Sure he'd had fantasies about strong women, but this was exaggerating it a bit.

"What for?
I haven't even dated since I got here."

She slapped him in the face.
"What do you think you're doing, helping that vampire like that.? What is he giving you for it? A chance at girls, your life?

"Vampire?" he stammered. 'oh god Jeremy.' Then it hit him, the mirror, those girls, 'Capello's gonna kill me for this.'

"Vampires are myths, stories." he tried.

She didn't take it. "You and I both know that's a lie. The truth pal, now."

"He isn't harming anyone."

"Yeah right, the harmless vampire."

"He's a living vampire, a Daywalker. They don't kill people." The words were spoken in desperation.

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Jeremy stared at the dust heaps on the floor. They were barely noticeable amidst the normal dust. Darla's death was avenged. Somehow he had expected more out of it. Some kind of resolution ... He wasn't sure what he'd expected. But not this.

He shivered, thinking about the vampires he'd just dusted. They hadn't even been doing anything, just sleeping, hiding from the sunlight. Xander treated it so casual, as if their deaths were meaningless. Just another vampire. But what about him. He was a vampire.

The young Daywalker kneeled down and brushed his fingers through the dust.

To be continued