Chapter 11: Prey
At home, Spike and Buffy were sitting on the couch watching television.
"I don't get it. It's a doll."
"It's Passions, love. There's nothing to get."
She sighed and he turned it off. She rested her head on his shoulder as he smoothed her hair against her back.
"Mmm...I'm sleepy." She whispered.
"You need to rest. I'll go patrol."
"I have a question."
"Yeah?"
"How do you know Arrian's language?"
"I don't think you'd want to hear that story, pet."
"No, tell me."
"The two slayers you know about me killing aren't the only
ones. I pretended to be a traveler, and they took kindly to me.
It wasn't enough for me to just kill them, I had to get them to
Trust me. It made the kill more exciting. So, I picked up on
Language."
"Thanks for being honest."
"No problem, pet. I've got to go."
He kissed her forehead and left.
At home, Spike and Buffy were sitting on the couch watching television.
"I don't get it. It's a doll."
"It's Passions, love. There's nothing to get."
She sighed and he turned it off. She rested her head on his shoulder as he smoothed her hair against her back.
"Mmm...I'm sleepy." She whispered.
"You need to rest. I'll go patrol."
"I have a question."
"Yeah?"
"How do you know Arrian's language?"
"I don't think you'd want to hear that story, pet."
"No, tell me."
"The two slayers you know about me killing aren't the only
ones. I pretended to be a traveler, and they took kindly to me.
It wasn't enough for me to just kill them, I had to get them to
Trust me. It made the kill more exciting. So, I picked up on
Language."
"Thanks for being honest."
"No problem, pet. I've got to go."
He kissed her forehead and left.