Buffy enters the Hathaway Cemetery quietly. She makes her way to where the demon's body had been. Without loud sound she makes her way through the plots.
Someone rises from behind a rather large tombstone and lunges at her.
"Agh!!!" snarls a vampire.
"Not now," she says and covers it's mouth and stakes it in the blink of an eye. It explodes unable to yell.
She finally arrives at the spot. It is roped off with yellow police line. She examines the ground. The body was completely gone and the grass beneath where it had been, dead.
"That's it? No more? It took me almost an hour to get you off my shoes and two wash cycles and bottled laundry cleanser to expel you from my jacket. I really wish you had just gone poof."
Her attitude becomes serious when she notices that her footprints were still there. They had been purposefully stepped around and avoided. That left her uneasy. She made her way to where the man had been killed. It too had been roped off.
Unknown to Buffy, the victim had dragged himself to a tombstone and attempted to lift himself up. Spots of dry blood on the ground from an inch, or so from the stone and bloody smear marks where his hand touched it and wiped down when he lost his grip were visible.
She stopped dead in her tracks. It had sprinkled a bit and the topsoil had become wet. Fresh footprints had been made. Quickly she realized that they looked exactly like her own that were at the demon's surrounding death spot. Someone was attempting to frame her for murder. At a fast pace she swiped the prints with her shoes.
"Dang," she says in frustration. It had totally skipped her mind that she was again leaving prints. She went in a circle around the spot, walking back and backwards and swiping her feet side to side to cover her tracks. As she left the spot she realized her tracks were at the demon's spot as well.
Trying her own patience, she backed up to it as well. Looking behind her periodically to make sure she got them as she was going. Eventually she makes her way back to the spot she had entered the graveyard from.
The attacker from the previous night put a wine glass down. He had a girl with him. She is dazed and out of it.
"I ... I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel so ... so light headed suddenly," she says.
He moves in closer and knells on the ground in front of her.
"You've been drugged. You will feel somewhat dizzy and natious. But don't worry, it shall pass my child."
"Don't..." she says, to out of it to resist
Faith walked through the Hathaway Cemetery as well. Not patrolling, but rather killing time she might say.
"Damn B, really offed all the vamps," she said aloud.
She walked around for a few minutes before her ears caught the sound of a female struggling.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," she races toward the sound until she finds it. A man hovering over a female with a knife. The girl drops the champagne glass and it shatters into good sized chunks upon a ground top tomb marker.
The man is dressed in gray, with a black jacket and black hair to match. He stops and turns his head to face Faith.
Hey big fella, why don't you pick on someone your own size?" says Faith. She stands at the ready with her fists up.
"I would be more than grateful for the opportunity. If you would my child, please hold on," he holds the dagger out and with that, jams it into his victims chest. At the same time leaning over and whispering something into her ear it seemed to Faith.
"No!" she exclaims. As if this had caught her by surprise.
The attacker uses his second finger to hastily draw a symbol on the girl's head.
"You like beating on helpless girls huh, why don't you come and give me a try."
He lunges at her without coming to a full standing position. She stumbles back impact and he lunges at her again. She gives him a side kick and he falls back and hits the ground.
"They've never fought back huh? What's a matter, do I fight like a girl?" she taunts.
He clutches a fist full of dirt and flings it into Faith's eyes.
"You son of a bitch," she winces her eyes. She puts her hands into fists from the pain, tightly. Her fingers start to turn red. She remembers the attacker's wine glass was off to the side of the tombstone. She bends down and slowly feels her way to the tomb and moves her hands around carefully to make sure she doesn't spill it. She finally locates it. She tilts her head up slightly and conservidly pours it in her eyes, blinking fast and occasionally lowering her head to do the same. She gets most out anbd drinks the rest. She wipes her lips with a sleeve.
"Hey, you all right babe?" she asks the victim.
The girl begins to convulse. Faith gets on her haunches and inspects the girl's wound.
"I'm cold."
"This may hurt a little," Faith grabs the knife. The girl cries out in pain. Faith draws back and then tries again.
"I'm gonna do it fast. Like a bandaide, okay G?"
She pulls the knife out fast. The girl screams. Faith looks at her, with the knife still drawn back; clutched in her hand beside her head. She jolts her head to the left, startled upon hearing a noise.
There stands Buffy in disbelief.
"You couldn't help yourself. Could you?"
"Nah B, it's not what it looks like. There was this guy," says Faith.
"Get up," demands Buffy, "you had to kill someone else didn't you? What was it this time? Does it excite you? Does it arouse you in some perverse way?"
"Whoa, I think someone needs some serious chill time. Your face is turning all red and you chest is heaving. I'm not jiving you B, there was this guy. Besides, I only kill for my boss man now."
"What? The Mayor? He's a sadistic madman. The worse kind. He draws in innocent beings and sends other's to do his bidding."
"Don't you be dissing him. He's more of a father then your dad will ever be."
Buffy closes her mouth and tilts her heads to a side and hatred forms in her eyes.
"I think we need to fight now," she says.
"Hey, I'm good to go if you are," she backs off, "another time B."
Buffy hears a police siren when she looks back she sees Faith already running and a good distance away.
"Yes, another time."
She decides to make haste from the graveyard, worried that she now didn't have the time to cover her tracks around the second victim. She dashes off into the night, unable to amend the problem.
Someone rises from behind a rather large tombstone and lunges at her.
"Agh!!!" snarls a vampire.
"Not now," she says and covers it's mouth and stakes it in the blink of an eye. It explodes unable to yell.
She finally arrives at the spot. It is roped off with yellow police line. She examines the ground. The body was completely gone and the grass beneath where it had been, dead.
"That's it? No more? It took me almost an hour to get you off my shoes and two wash cycles and bottled laundry cleanser to expel you from my jacket. I really wish you had just gone poof."
Her attitude becomes serious when she notices that her footprints were still there. They had been purposefully stepped around and avoided. That left her uneasy. She made her way to where the man had been killed. It too had been roped off.
Unknown to Buffy, the victim had dragged himself to a tombstone and attempted to lift himself up. Spots of dry blood on the ground from an inch, or so from the stone and bloody smear marks where his hand touched it and wiped down when he lost his grip were visible.
She stopped dead in her tracks. It had sprinkled a bit and the topsoil had become wet. Fresh footprints had been made. Quickly she realized that they looked exactly like her own that were at the demon's surrounding death spot. Someone was attempting to frame her for murder. At a fast pace she swiped the prints with her shoes.
"Dang," she says in frustration. It had totally skipped her mind that she was again leaving prints. She went in a circle around the spot, walking back and backwards and swiping her feet side to side to cover her tracks. As she left the spot she realized her tracks were at the demon's spot as well.
Trying her own patience, she backed up to it as well. Looking behind her periodically to make sure she got them as she was going. Eventually she makes her way back to the spot she had entered the graveyard from.
The attacker from the previous night put a wine glass down. He had a girl with him. She is dazed and out of it.
"I ... I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel so ... so light headed suddenly," she says.
He moves in closer and knells on the ground in front of her.
"You've been drugged. You will feel somewhat dizzy and natious. But don't worry, it shall pass my child."
"Don't..." she says, to out of it to resist
Faith walked through the Hathaway Cemetery as well. Not patrolling, but rather killing time she might say.
"Damn B, really offed all the vamps," she said aloud.
She walked around for a few minutes before her ears caught the sound of a female struggling.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," she races toward the sound until she finds it. A man hovering over a female with a knife. The girl drops the champagne glass and it shatters into good sized chunks upon a ground top tomb marker.
The man is dressed in gray, with a black jacket and black hair to match. He stops and turns his head to face Faith.
Hey big fella, why don't you pick on someone your own size?" says Faith. She stands at the ready with her fists up.
"I would be more than grateful for the opportunity. If you would my child, please hold on," he holds the dagger out and with that, jams it into his victims chest. At the same time leaning over and whispering something into her ear it seemed to Faith.
"No!" she exclaims. As if this had caught her by surprise.
The attacker uses his second finger to hastily draw a symbol on the girl's head.
"You like beating on helpless girls huh, why don't you come and give me a try."
He lunges at her without coming to a full standing position. She stumbles back impact and he lunges at her again. She gives him a side kick and he falls back and hits the ground.
"They've never fought back huh? What's a matter, do I fight like a girl?" she taunts.
He clutches a fist full of dirt and flings it into Faith's eyes.
"You son of a bitch," she winces her eyes. She puts her hands into fists from the pain, tightly. Her fingers start to turn red. She remembers the attacker's wine glass was off to the side of the tombstone. She bends down and slowly feels her way to the tomb and moves her hands around carefully to make sure she doesn't spill it. She finally locates it. She tilts her head up slightly and conservidly pours it in her eyes, blinking fast and occasionally lowering her head to do the same. She gets most out anbd drinks the rest. She wipes her lips with a sleeve.
"Hey, you all right babe?" she asks the victim.
The girl begins to convulse. Faith gets on her haunches and inspects the girl's wound.
"I'm cold."
"This may hurt a little," Faith grabs the knife. The girl cries out in pain. Faith draws back and then tries again.
"I'm gonna do it fast. Like a bandaide, okay G?"
She pulls the knife out fast. The girl screams. Faith looks at her, with the knife still drawn back; clutched in her hand beside her head. She jolts her head to the left, startled upon hearing a noise.
There stands Buffy in disbelief.
"You couldn't help yourself. Could you?"
"Nah B, it's not what it looks like. There was this guy," says Faith.
"Get up," demands Buffy, "you had to kill someone else didn't you? What was it this time? Does it excite you? Does it arouse you in some perverse way?"
"Whoa, I think someone needs some serious chill time. Your face is turning all red and you chest is heaving. I'm not jiving you B, there was this guy. Besides, I only kill for my boss man now."
"What? The Mayor? He's a sadistic madman. The worse kind. He draws in innocent beings and sends other's to do his bidding."
"Don't you be dissing him. He's more of a father then your dad will ever be."
Buffy closes her mouth and tilts her heads to a side and hatred forms in her eyes.
"I think we need to fight now," she says.
"Hey, I'm good to go if you are," she backs off, "another time B."
Buffy hears a police siren when she looks back she sees Faith already running and a good distance away.
"Yes, another time."
She decides to make haste from the graveyard, worried that she now didn't have the time to cover her tracks around the second victim. She dashes off into the night, unable to amend the problem.