pHe remembered now, albeit vaguely./p

pHe remembered an alley, a conversation, blowing off the Watcher and the teenager without so much as a gasp./p

pSomeone else trying to kill Buffy?/p

pYou don't fucking say./p

pHe figured she'd be a decent person to hang out with in this hellhole./p

pHe never thought she'd be such a bitch./p

p"Where do you get off like this?" he demanded./p

p"Typically in my room, but if you're really good, I'll let you go ahead right here," she said without pausing./p

pHe was really beginning to hate her./p

p"So you're a Slayer," he said casually./p

p"The Chosen," she agreed, unable to keep the pride out of her voice./p

p"No, iBuffy's/i the Chosen. You're a mistake."/p

p"And you're impotent," she reminded him./p

p"I've eaten two of your kind. I had more power than you've even dreamed of." He smiled, perversely proud of himself./p

pNot perversely. This was how he was supposed to be./p

pGo, evil. Grr./p

p"But you've never had her. So what does it really matter, anyway?" She flounced off, disappearing into the mean streets of Sunnydale./p

pDespite himself, he hurried to catch up./p