Warning: Torture scenes ahead.
The Paladin Project (19/23)
"Servant."
Caleb dropped to one knee and bowed his head. "Master," his heart pounded with excitement. Could this be the time?
"The Slayer is in position. Take her."
Caleb's smile widened. Finally it was beginning, the Slayer herself would be a rare prize but after her... The women of the world would be his playthings – begging for his cleansing touch. Oh, his missionary work was only just starting.
* * *
"Your skills have progressed considerably," Connor complimented his training partner.
"Plenty of field experience," Xander slid the wooden training sword back into the stand.
His eyes narrowed. There it was again, the general listlessness. During training there'd been an astonishing ferocity almost as if venting but now. "Xander laddie, what's up?" The younger man shrugged. "A problem shared is a problem halved."
"How about this?" Xander countered his tone humourless and his eyes sad. "A friend in need is a pain in the ass."
"Xander," Connor allowed an edge to enter his voice. "You've been like a bear with a sore head for days. It's been affecting morale. Talk."
After a moment the younger man began. "It's Faith. Before we entered the vineyard she kissed me," the Project leader sighed. "Since I left Sunnydale four years ago I've been involved with a few women but none of them serious. But Faith, Faith's different. When I saw her the first time I felt so guilty."
Connor's brow furrowed. "Guilty?"
"If I hadn't been such a blind worshipper of Buffy," Xander looked down at the ground. "Stood up for Faith in the early days maybe she'd have trusted me more when Finch died."
"Xander," Connor commented reprovingly. "You take on rather too much responsibility."
"Maybe," his training partner shrugged. "When Faith first came to Sunnydale she was this sexy, funny, and confident girl but even then I could sense that deep inside she was lonely, longing to belong, and that's loneliness is still there." Xander shook his head. "When she came back I wanted to keep her at a distance, just be professional. But she was so damn happy when I gave her the pardon and offered a place to stay after this business is over. Then the First tricked me into treating her like crap, I wanted to convince myself that we couldn't take our relationship any further because of the past. After the kiss though," Xander looked down at the floor. "I knew the truth. I'm scared to love. The business doesn't lend itself to long lives or stable relationships so I'd more or less decided against it. But then Faith turned up.. I can't just use her, she's been used too many-."
"Xander," Connor struggled for something to say before deciding to use his own experiences. "Just after I first discovered my immortality I met my Heather. She was mortal but I couldn't help falling in love with the bonny lass," his Scots brogue unconsciously thickened as it always did when he talked about the olden days. "Every day with her was a blissful joy but when she died," he paused to wipe away the misting tears. "It was agony, I thought about ending it but then even the memory of what we had shared would be gone. Love can't be explained or controlled, just embraced. Faith's a beautiful, spirited young woman who's had a terrible life she deserves some happiness. You both do. Just bear in mind, you hurt that fine girl and you'll have more than Angel to worry about."
Xander grinned. "Faith's got a way of collecting fans hasn't she?" The man turned serious and nodded. "I'll take what you said under advisement."
"Xander," he grabbed at the younger man's arm as he stood. "A life lived without love is a mockery of life."
* * *
Faith waited impatiently for her companion to jimmy the door lock. "Fuck Mand, I don't see why you don't let me punch the window in." She glanced disdainfully around the deserted shopping mall, Sunnydale's inhabitants having begun to evacuate the town. "It's not like there's anyone to hear us."
"That's hardly the point dear," the immortal thief didn't look up from the door. "Professional pride is at stake." The woman chuckled at the sound of the lock springing open before straightening and looking her in the eye. "Let's go in."
Faith was unable to prevent an awed gasp from escaping as she looked around the racks of the lingerie shop. Back in the day she'd been forced to wear costumes for her 'boyfriends', but this was quality shit. "I thought we were meant to be grocery shopping?" she commented idly as she eyed a black silk negligee with a plunging neckline and white lace trimming on the hem. Man, if Xman saw her in that he'd drown in his drool. "No," Amanda corrected with a glint in her eye. "That's what we told Xander. That boy can be such a stuffed shirt at times. I thought we needed to get you something to aid your seduction of him."
"Seduction?" For possibly the first time since the onset of puberty, she felt unsure about her ability to get a man, it usually only needed a sly smile or a knowing wink. There was too much riding on this, having Xander in her life meant a hell of a lot to her and not just for a quick fumble. "What ya talking about?"
"Dear," Amanda raised an eyebrow. "I've been working cons for centuries, seen hundreds of people in love, and spotted liars. I know how you feel."
Faith's high-boned cheeks flamed. Fuck, it was bad enough having these feelings without having other people know about them. "I sorta got get him into a position where I can use the underwear."
"Leave that to me dear. I'm sure I can engineer something."
"I was searching and then I thought," Faith's blood chilled at the all too recognisable voice. Her heart thumping she turned to face its owner. "Where would a whore go but a den of iniquity?"
"Again with the name-calling," Faith drawled, her casualness masking her fear. It wasn't just Caleb but three other guys, all with a similar aura of power around them. They were fucked. Faith drew her knife, god she wished the others were here. "We gonna get this done?"
As she finished speaking, she surged forward, the ball of her foot snapping up to collide with the holy man's jaw. Caleb laughed before grabbing her foot and flinging her into the far wall. Groaning at the impact she staggered back to her feet only to catch a right to the head that sent her back down to one knee. Her head spinning she threw an uppercut at the preacher's groin but her rival blocked her attack on his thigh.
Muttering a curse Faith leapt to her feet, locked her arms around her rival's waist and attempted to take him down. Instead she received a clubbing ax handle to her upper back that sent her back to her hands and knees.
Re-grouping, Faith slammed her fist into her attacker's knee. The man stumbled backwards giving her the time she needed to re-gain her footing and crash a left hook into the priest's jaw. She was dismayed when the reverend just smiled before grabbing hold of her by her throat and repeatedly slamming her head into the wall until merciful unconsciousness took her.
* * *
Caleb laughed as he held up the Slayer's limp body. Just like all the other bitches, pathetic. He glanced across the wrecked underwear stores, a devil's playground if he ever saw one, and called out. "The other slut?"
"Dead, we broke her neck."
"Excellent," the First appeared beside him wearing the face of a pretty redhead. Caleb smiled, oh he recognised her, his first victim. "Now take the girl for the ceremony."
* * *
Amanda's eyes shot open. She cursed in half a dozen languages before stumbling to her feet, agony coursing through her body, her limbs shaking with weariness. Her breath coming in gulps, she looked around the wrecked stone. The last thing she remembered was the Jew restraining her as the Arab had crushed her throat. If not for her immortality... Suddenly she realised the brunette Slayer had disappeared. "Oh no." She had to get back to the others.
* * *
Her head pounding Faith risked half-opening her eyes. Her stomach clenched in fear as she realised she was in the cavern containing the Hellmouth seal, hanging in the air, suspended spread-eagled by ropes fastened to her wrists and ankles. Her breath shortened as she realised she was naked except for a strange chain around her neck, a pentagonal amulet resting in the valley between her breasts. Oh god, they were going to rape her, no that would never happen again. She wasn't a victim any more.
She looked up at Caleb's mocking laugh. "Look at the whore," he taunted. "All tied up and helpless."
"Helpless!" she snarled, a surge of adrenalin pushing aside her fear. "I'll show you helpless!" She'd go down fighting. She'd show them the true power of a Slayer before they killed her. Her heart dropped when she attempted to pull loose from the thick ropes restraining her. "What the fuck!" They shouldn't have been able to hold her.
She couldn't help but shudder when the priest ran a callused palm across her stomach, her flesh pimpling in fear. "In the old days, before the advent of drugs, when a Slayer reached eighteen they'd be put in a cavern like this with a vampire. With scribblings the twin of these," Caleb pointed at the cavern's walls. "Decorating its walls, the magic within robbing a Slayer of her power."
Oh god, Faith thought she was frightened before, but now.. "No."
Caleb's grin widened at her moan. "Don't worry Slayer." Blood filled Faith as she bit down on her bottom lip to prevent from screaming her pain when the preacher grabbed her breast and twisted, his steel-hard fingers bruising her soft flesh. "We would not sully ourselves with your devilish body." To her relief the bastard released his grip on her and strode to a tarpaulin-covered table. Then her terror returned as the preacher pulled the sheet off to reveal a horrifying array of instruments including leather straps, bullwhips, bamboo sticks, blowtorches, cattle prods and pliers. "There are other ways to cleanse you of your evil ways," the holy man turned back to her, bullwhip in hand. Her mouth dried as the others picked up a variety of straps and canes. She promised herself she wouldn't beg but soon the cavern echoed to her grovelling screams.
* * *
"No," Xander whispered. His stomach hollowed with terror, Amanda's news shocking him to his core. He realised too late that he loved the Slayer. Faith, his Faith, in that woman-hating sadist's hands?
"She'll be alright."
Xander glanced to his side at the master vampire's whisper. Angel didn't look any more convinced than he felt, in fact it was the first time he could remember the vampire looking frightened. "Yeah, of course she will," he muttered, she had to be. He looked around the crowded room and saw shocked looks on the others' faces, especially Wes who was grey and Dawn who was trembling, tears streaking down her face. After a second he'd composed himself enough to speak, his voice shaking slightly. "Has a locater spell been tried?"
"It's no good," Phoebe replied with a doleful shake of her head. "The Hellmouth's interfering."
"Okay." With a supreme effort of will he managed to keep his legs from folding. "We've no idea where they've taken her." They had to find her and fast.
"That's not strictly true." His heart leapt at the voice of harassed- looking Giles. He could always rely on G-Man to come through in a pinch. "During our research on the First we came across a passage in a Babylonian book about a myth where the 'blood of the one of power' would be used to open all of the hellmouths simultaneously."
"Excuse me?" Jonas interrupted, his expression questioning. "I thought there was just one hellmouth, this one."
"In point of fact," Wesley broke in. "This is merely the most active one, the nexus of demonic energy. However there's a chain of almost hundred throughout the world. If they were opened at once, the world would be flooded with demons and humans would be conquered in a matter of days."
For a moment Xander struggled to take in the devastating images conjured up by Wesley's stark words. Then he turned his attention back to Faith. "That's interesting but what about Faith?" "Originally I discarded 'the one of power' as referring to a long-lost emperor who ruled the world in the days before recorded history. But," the middle-aged Englishman paused. "Perhaps it refers to Faith. After all the Slayer is the most physically powerful human being in the world."
"What about Buffy?" a pale-faced Dawn interrupted.
"After Buffy died at the hands of the Master what happened to the Slayer line?" Giles asked.
"Kendra was called," Dawn replied.
"And when Kendra died?"
"Faith was called," Angel replied, a look of comprehension in his friend's eyes that Xander didn't share.
"And when Buffy died the second time?"
Suddenly it dawned on Xander. "You're saying that Faith's the true Slayer and therefore stronger than Buffy?"
"Well not necessarily stronger but the Slayer Spirit is inside her rather than Buffy," Giles nodded. "It's only a theory but it is borne out by the facts."
"So they'll be at the school?"
"I believe so," Giles nodded. "The only question is what do we do about it?"
"Oh that's simple," Xander felt a homicidal rage building up inside him replacing his earlier fears. "We kill them, we kill them all."
* * *
Caleb looked at the brunette harlot and smiled in satisfaction. This was his greatest piece ever, a true work of art. She'd been a true beauty, with the smooth skin, ripe, curvy body, and beguiling good looks to allure any man from the path to enlightenment.
But no longer. Not with the barbed wire crown on her forehead, ripping into her once smooth skin. Not after her jaw and eye sockets had been shattered with a hammer. She's wasn't gorgeous any more, not now her nose had been crushed by a vice. Not after her well-rounded ass and muscular back had been shredded by a leather belt's steel buckle and her taut stomach and full breasts had been cut to ribbons with a bullwhip. Not now her elbows and knees had been broken with baseball bats, her once shapely legs slashed repeatedly with a knife and her fingernails had been pulled out with pliers. Where once she'd been filled with defiant arrogance now she pleaded and begged for death's release. After a final proud gaze at the bitch, Caleb nodded towards his fellow Fallen members. Immediately they began operating the pulleys attached to the ropes holding the sobbing slut, moving her into a position directly above the Seal. Once she was in position he lifted a sword off the table. Not long now.
Suddenly his master appeared, wearing the guise of a beautiful brunette in her mid-thirties. Caleb's smile widened, ah the irony, the bitch's mother here to watch her daughter's demise. How appropriate. The First looked up and nodded in approval. "Most pleasing. He's here, do it."
Caleb thrust his sword upwards, driving it into the woman's stomach. She gasped, no longer having the strength to scream, her sweat-soaked body shuddering. A second later blood began to drip out, splattering down onto the Seal. It wouldn't be long now, Harris could watch his little whore die. And then the Hellmouth would open and the uber-vampires swarm out. Oh the ecstasy.
The Paladin Project (19/23)
"Servant."
Caleb dropped to one knee and bowed his head. "Master," his heart pounded with excitement. Could this be the time?
"The Slayer is in position. Take her."
Caleb's smile widened. Finally it was beginning, the Slayer herself would be a rare prize but after her... The women of the world would be his playthings – begging for his cleansing touch. Oh, his missionary work was only just starting.
* * *
"Your skills have progressed considerably," Connor complimented his training partner.
"Plenty of field experience," Xander slid the wooden training sword back into the stand.
His eyes narrowed. There it was again, the general listlessness. During training there'd been an astonishing ferocity almost as if venting but now. "Xander laddie, what's up?" The younger man shrugged. "A problem shared is a problem halved."
"How about this?" Xander countered his tone humourless and his eyes sad. "A friend in need is a pain in the ass."
"Xander," Connor allowed an edge to enter his voice. "You've been like a bear with a sore head for days. It's been affecting morale. Talk."
After a moment the younger man began. "It's Faith. Before we entered the vineyard she kissed me," the Project leader sighed. "Since I left Sunnydale four years ago I've been involved with a few women but none of them serious. But Faith, Faith's different. When I saw her the first time I felt so guilty."
Connor's brow furrowed. "Guilty?"
"If I hadn't been such a blind worshipper of Buffy," Xander looked down at the ground. "Stood up for Faith in the early days maybe she'd have trusted me more when Finch died."
"Xander," Connor commented reprovingly. "You take on rather too much responsibility."
"Maybe," his training partner shrugged. "When Faith first came to Sunnydale she was this sexy, funny, and confident girl but even then I could sense that deep inside she was lonely, longing to belong, and that's loneliness is still there." Xander shook his head. "When she came back I wanted to keep her at a distance, just be professional. But she was so damn happy when I gave her the pardon and offered a place to stay after this business is over. Then the First tricked me into treating her like crap, I wanted to convince myself that we couldn't take our relationship any further because of the past. After the kiss though," Xander looked down at the floor. "I knew the truth. I'm scared to love. The business doesn't lend itself to long lives or stable relationships so I'd more or less decided against it. But then Faith turned up.. I can't just use her, she's been used too many-."
"Xander," Connor struggled for something to say before deciding to use his own experiences. "Just after I first discovered my immortality I met my Heather. She was mortal but I couldn't help falling in love with the bonny lass," his Scots brogue unconsciously thickened as it always did when he talked about the olden days. "Every day with her was a blissful joy but when she died," he paused to wipe away the misting tears. "It was agony, I thought about ending it but then even the memory of what we had shared would be gone. Love can't be explained or controlled, just embraced. Faith's a beautiful, spirited young woman who's had a terrible life she deserves some happiness. You both do. Just bear in mind, you hurt that fine girl and you'll have more than Angel to worry about."
Xander grinned. "Faith's got a way of collecting fans hasn't she?" The man turned serious and nodded. "I'll take what you said under advisement."
"Xander," he grabbed at the younger man's arm as he stood. "A life lived without love is a mockery of life."
* * *
Faith waited impatiently for her companion to jimmy the door lock. "Fuck Mand, I don't see why you don't let me punch the window in." She glanced disdainfully around the deserted shopping mall, Sunnydale's inhabitants having begun to evacuate the town. "It's not like there's anyone to hear us."
"That's hardly the point dear," the immortal thief didn't look up from the door. "Professional pride is at stake." The woman chuckled at the sound of the lock springing open before straightening and looking her in the eye. "Let's go in."
Faith was unable to prevent an awed gasp from escaping as she looked around the racks of the lingerie shop. Back in the day she'd been forced to wear costumes for her 'boyfriends', but this was quality shit. "I thought we were meant to be grocery shopping?" she commented idly as she eyed a black silk negligee with a plunging neckline and white lace trimming on the hem. Man, if Xman saw her in that he'd drown in his drool. "No," Amanda corrected with a glint in her eye. "That's what we told Xander. That boy can be such a stuffed shirt at times. I thought we needed to get you something to aid your seduction of him."
"Seduction?" For possibly the first time since the onset of puberty, she felt unsure about her ability to get a man, it usually only needed a sly smile or a knowing wink. There was too much riding on this, having Xander in her life meant a hell of a lot to her and not just for a quick fumble. "What ya talking about?"
"Dear," Amanda raised an eyebrow. "I've been working cons for centuries, seen hundreds of people in love, and spotted liars. I know how you feel."
Faith's high-boned cheeks flamed. Fuck, it was bad enough having these feelings without having other people know about them. "I sorta got get him into a position where I can use the underwear."
"Leave that to me dear. I'm sure I can engineer something."
"I was searching and then I thought," Faith's blood chilled at the all too recognisable voice. Her heart thumping she turned to face its owner. "Where would a whore go but a den of iniquity?"
"Again with the name-calling," Faith drawled, her casualness masking her fear. It wasn't just Caleb but three other guys, all with a similar aura of power around them. They were fucked. Faith drew her knife, god she wished the others were here. "We gonna get this done?"
As she finished speaking, she surged forward, the ball of her foot snapping up to collide with the holy man's jaw. Caleb laughed before grabbing her foot and flinging her into the far wall. Groaning at the impact she staggered back to her feet only to catch a right to the head that sent her back down to one knee. Her head spinning she threw an uppercut at the preacher's groin but her rival blocked her attack on his thigh.
Muttering a curse Faith leapt to her feet, locked her arms around her rival's waist and attempted to take him down. Instead she received a clubbing ax handle to her upper back that sent her back to her hands and knees.
Re-grouping, Faith slammed her fist into her attacker's knee. The man stumbled backwards giving her the time she needed to re-gain her footing and crash a left hook into the priest's jaw. She was dismayed when the reverend just smiled before grabbing hold of her by her throat and repeatedly slamming her head into the wall until merciful unconsciousness took her.
* * *
Caleb laughed as he held up the Slayer's limp body. Just like all the other bitches, pathetic. He glanced across the wrecked underwear stores, a devil's playground if he ever saw one, and called out. "The other slut?"
"Dead, we broke her neck."
"Excellent," the First appeared beside him wearing the face of a pretty redhead. Caleb smiled, oh he recognised her, his first victim. "Now take the girl for the ceremony."
* * *
Amanda's eyes shot open. She cursed in half a dozen languages before stumbling to her feet, agony coursing through her body, her limbs shaking with weariness. Her breath coming in gulps, she looked around the wrecked stone. The last thing she remembered was the Jew restraining her as the Arab had crushed her throat. If not for her immortality... Suddenly she realised the brunette Slayer had disappeared. "Oh no." She had to get back to the others.
* * *
Her head pounding Faith risked half-opening her eyes. Her stomach clenched in fear as she realised she was in the cavern containing the Hellmouth seal, hanging in the air, suspended spread-eagled by ropes fastened to her wrists and ankles. Her breath shortened as she realised she was naked except for a strange chain around her neck, a pentagonal amulet resting in the valley between her breasts. Oh god, they were going to rape her, no that would never happen again. She wasn't a victim any more.
She looked up at Caleb's mocking laugh. "Look at the whore," he taunted. "All tied up and helpless."
"Helpless!" she snarled, a surge of adrenalin pushing aside her fear. "I'll show you helpless!" She'd go down fighting. She'd show them the true power of a Slayer before they killed her. Her heart dropped when she attempted to pull loose from the thick ropes restraining her. "What the fuck!" They shouldn't have been able to hold her.
She couldn't help but shudder when the priest ran a callused palm across her stomach, her flesh pimpling in fear. "In the old days, before the advent of drugs, when a Slayer reached eighteen they'd be put in a cavern like this with a vampire. With scribblings the twin of these," Caleb pointed at the cavern's walls. "Decorating its walls, the magic within robbing a Slayer of her power."
Oh god, Faith thought she was frightened before, but now.. "No."
Caleb's grin widened at her moan. "Don't worry Slayer." Blood filled Faith as she bit down on her bottom lip to prevent from screaming her pain when the preacher grabbed her breast and twisted, his steel-hard fingers bruising her soft flesh. "We would not sully ourselves with your devilish body." To her relief the bastard released his grip on her and strode to a tarpaulin-covered table. Then her terror returned as the preacher pulled the sheet off to reveal a horrifying array of instruments including leather straps, bullwhips, bamboo sticks, blowtorches, cattle prods and pliers. "There are other ways to cleanse you of your evil ways," the holy man turned back to her, bullwhip in hand. Her mouth dried as the others picked up a variety of straps and canes. She promised herself she wouldn't beg but soon the cavern echoed to her grovelling screams.
* * *
"No," Xander whispered. His stomach hollowed with terror, Amanda's news shocking him to his core. He realised too late that he loved the Slayer. Faith, his Faith, in that woman-hating sadist's hands?
"She'll be alright."
Xander glanced to his side at the master vampire's whisper. Angel didn't look any more convinced than he felt, in fact it was the first time he could remember the vampire looking frightened. "Yeah, of course she will," he muttered, she had to be. He looked around the crowded room and saw shocked looks on the others' faces, especially Wes who was grey and Dawn who was trembling, tears streaking down her face. After a second he'd composed himself enough to speak, his voice shaking slightly. "Has a locater spell been tried?"
"It's no good," Phoebe replied with a doleful shake of her head. "The Hellmouth's interfering."
"Okay." With a supreme effort of will he managed to keep his legs from folding. "We've no idea where they've taken her." They had to find her and fast.
"That's not strictly true." His heart leapt at the voice of harassed- looking Giles. He could always rely on G-Man to come through in a pinch. "During our research on the First we came across a passage in a Babylonian book about a myth where the 'blood of the one of power' would be used to open all of the hellmouths simultaneously."
"Excuse me?" Jonas interrupted, his expression questioning. "I thought there was just one hellmouth, this one."
"In point of fact," Wesley broke in. "This is merely the most active one, the nexus of demonic energy. However there's a chain of almost hundred throughout the world. If they were opened at once, the world would be flooded with demons and humans would be conquered in a matter of days."
For a moment Xander struggled to take in the devastating images conjured up by Wesley's stark words. Then he turned his attention back to Faith. "That's interesting but what about Faith?" "Originally I discarded 'the one of power' as referring to a long-lost emperor who ruled the world in the days before recorded history. But," the middle-aged Englishman paused. "Perhaps it refers to Faith. After all the Slayer is the most physically powerful human being in the world."
"What about Buffy?" a pale-faced Dawn interrupted.
"After Buffy died at the hands of the Master what happened to the Slayer line?" Giles asked.
"Kendra was called," Dawn replied.
"And when Kendra died?"
"Faith was called," Angel replied, a look of comprehension in his friend's eyes that Xander didn't share.
"And when Buffy died the second time?"
Suddenly it dawned on Xander. "You're saying that Faith's the true Slayer and therefore stronger than Buffy?"
"Well not necessarily stronger but the Slayer Spirit is inside her rather than Buffy," Giles nodded. "It's only a theory but it is borne out by the facts."
"So they'll be at the school?"
"I believe so," Giles nodded. "The only question is what do we do about it?"
"Oh that's simple," Xander felt a homicidal rage building up inside him replacing his earlier fears. "We kill them, we kill them all."
* * *
Caleb looked at the brunette harlot and smiled in satisfaction. This was his greatest piece ever, a true work of art. She'd been a true beauty, with the smooth skin, ripe, curvy body, and beguiling good looks to allure any man from the path to enlightenment.
But no longer. Not with the barbed wire crown on her forehead, ripping into her once smooth skin. Not after her jaw and eye sockets had been shattered with a hammer. She's wasn't gorgeous any more, not now her nose had been crushed by a vice. Not after her well-rounded ass and muscular back had been shredded by a leather belt's steel buckle and her taut stomach and full breasts had been cut to ribbons with a bullwhip. Not now her elbows and knees had been broken with baseball bats, her once shapely legs slashed repeatedly with a knife and her fingernails had been pulled out with pliers. Where once she'd been filled with defiant arrogance now she pleaded and begged for death's release. After a final proud gaze at the bitch, Caleb nodded towards his fellow Fallen members. Immediately they began operating the pulleys attached to the ropes holding the sobbing slut, moving her into a position directly above the Seal. Once she was in position he lifted a sword off the table. Not long now.
Suddenly his master appeared, wearing the guise of a beautiful brunette in her mid-thirties. Caleb's smile widened, ah the irony, the bitch's mother here to watch her daughter's demise. How appropriate. The First looked up and nodded in approval. "Most pleasing. He's here, do it."
Caleb thrust his sword upwards, driving it into the woman's stomach. She gasped, no longer having the strength to scream, her sweat-soaked body shuddering. A second later blood began to drip out, splattering down onto the Seal. It wouldn't be long now, Harris could watch his little whore die. And then the Hellmouth would open and the uber-vampires swarm out. Oh the ecstasy.
