Part 8
Zaide didn't understands why Dylan couldn't get off his ass and deal with this Grace creature by himself. But Dylan was too busy screwing his latest conquest to be bothered.
Zaide wasn't too thrilled at the thought of working with stuck up with Brook Rouge who acted most of the time like the world owed her a favour.
He rubbed his nose where the petite blonde's fist had introduced itself to him. The girl was human though and through, he was pretty sure of that. But she had been completely resistant to his mind control. What would a small pretty girl like that be doing wandering around a cemetery at night, anyway?
"Where the hell have you been?" Brooke demanded when he got back to the motel room they were renting.
She had a collection of spell books and scrolls around her.
"Out," he answered curtly.
"The location spell said she was in this town. Did you see her?"
Zaide shook his head. "Nope." He sat on the other bed and turned the TV on.
"You're lying." She glared at him. "You're bruised and that nose looks kind of damaged." Brooke smirked nastily.
Zaide shrugged, wincing a little. Crashing into a tombstone had hurt more than he had thought. He hadn't wanted to show any weakness in front of the super-strong blonde, Buffy. What the hell kind of stupid name was *Buffy* anyway?
"I had a little run in," he told her.
"Vampire hunter?"
Zaide hadn't thought of that possibility. "I guess."
"Well connecting with the Nether Realm turned out to be a waste of time," Brooke grumbled, closing her spell books. "They know nothing of Grace's origins. "Or if they do they're being stubborn pains in the ass and not telling."
"They could be lying. She could just be too powerful for them to defeat," Zaide said, flipping through the TV channels and eventually settling on MTV.
"It seems way too unlikely that a creature like that could exist." Brooke shook her head, wandering over to the window and peering out between the tightly closed drapes. "There's something weird about this town. The energies are off, auras are confused. There's power here, but I don't know where it's coming from. You feel anything?"
With no witch genes of any sort in him, Zaide was usually completely duff when it came to tuning into power and magic. Yet this strange place even set *his* nerves on edge. Not understanding why, or how, he hadn't mentioned it. "Something," he admitted reluctantly. "But mystical energies isn't the reason we're investigating this town. We're here to find Grace and kill the bitch. Unless you want Dylan Redfern to have our guts." He grunted and shook his head in disgust. "And knowing that bastard, he'll *literally* have our guts."
Brooke sighed, nodding in agreement.
A few hours later Zaide found himself falling asleep. He wasn't prepared to spend all night dreaming about pretty little Buffy Summers and her super strength.
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Zaide didn't understands why Dylan couldn't get off his ass and deal with this Grace creature by himself. But Dylan was too busy screwing his latest conquest to be bothered.
Zaide wasn't too thrilled at the thought of working with stuck up with Brook Rouge who acted most of the time like the world owed her a favour.
He rubbed his nose where the petite blonde's fist had introduced itself to him. The girl was human though and through, he was pretty sure of that. But she had been completely resistant to his mind control. What would a small pretty girl like that be doing wandering around a cemetery at night, anyway?
"Where the hell have you been?" Brooke demanded when he got back to the motel room they were renting.
She had a collection of spell books and scrolls around her.
"Out," he answered curtly.
"The location spell said she was in this town. Did you see her?"
Zaide shook his head. "Nope." He sat on the other bed and turned the TV on.
"You're lying." She glared at him. "You're bruised and that nose looks kind of damaged." Brooke smirked nastily.
Zaide shrugged, wincing a little. Crashing into a tombstone had hurt more than he had thought. He hadn't wanted to show any weakness in front of the super-strong blonde, Buffy. What the hell kind of stupid name was *Buffy* anyway?
"I had a little run in," he told her.
"Vampire hunter?"
Zaide hadn't thought of that possibility. "I guess."
"Well connecting with the Nether Realm turned out to be a waste of time," Brooke grumbled, closing her spell books. "They know nothing of Grace's origins. "Or if they do they're being stubborn pains in the ass and not telling."
"They could be lying. She could just be too powerful for them to defeat," Zaide said, flipping through the TV channels and eventually settling on MTV.
"It seems way too unlikely that a creature like that could exist." Brooke shook her head, wandering over to the window and peering out between the tightly closed drapes. "There's something weird about this town. The energies are off, auras are confused. There's power here, but I don't know where it's coming from. You feel anything?"
With no witch genes of any sort in him, Zaide was usually completely duff when it came to tuning into power and magic. Yet this strange place even set *his* nerves on edge. Not understanding why, or how, he hadn't mentioned it. "Something," he admitted reluctantly. "But mystical energies isn't the reason we're investigating this town. We're here to find Grace and kill the bitch. Unless you want Dylan Redfern to have our guts." He grunted and shook his head in disgust. "And knowing that bastard, he'll *literally* have our guts."
Brooke sighed, nodding in agreement.
A few hours later Zaide found himself falling asleep. He wasn't prepared to spend all night dreaming about pretty little Buffy Summers and her super strength.
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