Dance of the Damned: Chapter Three
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"She seems perfectly fine Rupert." Jenny and her husband's were in the confines of the kitchen discussing their guest.
"I just…" He paused, wiping his glasses. "She seems to be hiding something."
"Even if she is, I don't think we should push. She seems to honestly care about people. I don't think she could hurt someone if she wanted to." She put a hand on the man's shoulder. "Let's not judge her yet."
"Alright Jenny." He hesitated a moment. "How much should we tell her about The Master?"
"I don't know. She needs to know though. She can help."
Freedom! She liked it. It felt great! No more cages! What she wanted to do know was play. Maybe the White Hats were still around. The last she'd seen of them was in the place with the fuzzy her. She giggled. No. The wolf…Daniel…he'd killed her. Killed her in this world. She grinned. Time to head home and play!
Tara stared at the dark haired girl. "I didn't realize that there were that many vampires here."
Faith ginned. "There's tons! They just keep coming and coming!" She laughed.
"And no one notices?"
"Selective memory." Both girls burst out laughing.
"Hello." Jenny and Giles had reentered the room. "We would like to discuss with you the reason why there are so many vampires here."
Tara looked at him in confusion. "Because it's a Hellmouth, right?"
"Yes, but there's another reason." Giles paused. "There is a vampire here who goes by the name The Master. He's the supreme vampire in these parts. He…killed the previous Slayer."
"Oh."
Faith noticed how shaken this appeared to make the blond. "Hey, he's not that bad T! He's ThE mAsTeR ."
The witch smiled. "You won't die, will you Faith?"
The brunette was touched that the blond actually cared. She covered her feelings though. "Course not T!"
Tara tried to cover her uncertainty but couldn't. "I should go now."
"Are you sure Tara?" Jenny was worried. "It's dark out."
"I can take care of myself. It I meet a v-vampire, I'll just f-flame it! Besides, I should probably learn my way around in the dark if I'm g-g-gonna help you." She left.
Tara was walking. You should have just stayed. Idiot! She knew what she was doing was dumb and she had lied about her magic. She wasn't all that great. Most of it came from the demon and what was hers, was mainly white magick. She turned the corner.
She saw him. She was following him. She'd make him pay for what he did to her. They'd play first of course. You can't kill without playing.
She followed him around the corner, ready to pounce. To see his face when he saw that she was alive. It brought a smile to her face. She turned the corner and-