Tru and Buffy made their way inside the morgue, Tru in the lead and Buffy walking a few paces behind. "Is anyone in the building?" Tru asked Buffy. "No, just us and a few dead bodies," Buffy replied. "When you do tell me," Tru said. "I will," Buffy promised.
Working with the new slayers, Buffy developed her senses to the point were she could hear, smell and see tem times better then she used to. She was developing a strong sense of telepathy very quickly and could sense anything within fifty miles if she chose to. Tru decided on a new life, so she didn't work out her senses or her Slayer's muscle as much as she used to.
"He's here," Buffy whispered. "In the room in front of us." Tru quietly pushed open the door and saw Jack standing there with a smile like they were old friends who haven't seen each other for years. "Hello Tru, how are you this fine day," Jack said. Buffy came fully inside the room to see the guy that could be a potential enemy. She prepared herself for a fight, feeling a small knife slipping out of her arm jacket.
"You must be the other one. Itis a pleasure to meet you Slayer," Jack said to Buffy. "My name is Buffy," she answered. "How do you know about slayers, Jack?" Tru asked. "I simply overheard your lovely conversation at the park. Let me tell you it was quit a surprise to find out that you are an escaped convict," Jack said with a smile. He was hoping to get the upper hand so he could get the information he needed.
He marveled at the strength that both of then possessed. Tru was powerful, that he felt from her the first day they met. Buffy's was not as strong as Tru's but felt more worked, tired and painful. He looked at both of them carefully, trying to figure out a flaw in their strength.
They are completely different, like night and day Jack thought. While Faith and dark hair and soft brown eyes, Buffy was the opposite. Buffy was small, maybe around five feet three or less. She had a little past shoulder length golden blond hair and her eyes were like the color of the ocean, her eyes were blue with a very small hint of green. Her eyes also held pain. Deep, regrettable pain that not a lot of people experience in their life.
"What do you want," Buffy demanded. "For Tru to leave me alone, or the truth maybe," Jack replied. "Why would we tell you anything," Tru said. He was trying to get information from them, she knew that much. "What about the re-lived day." Tru asked and hoped for something but she didn't know what exactly. "You tell me what exactly you are and I'll tell you what I saw," Jack replied, all traced of his smile vanished.
Suddenly he was jerked forward and felt a hand tighten around his neck. Buffy was behind him, he didn't even know she was behind him in the first place. "You didn't re-live a day. That was a pathetic excuse to get us to tell you what kind of creatures are we," Buffy said. "Clever," Jack managed to say. Damn the girl had a strong grip, Jack thought. She released some of her grip so he could talk.
"We should go," Tru said. "We should, I think someone else has entered the building," Buffy said and released her hand from Jack's neck.
Tru and Buffy warily exited through the door. "Well, that was fun," Buffy said. "What did you get from him?" Tru asked. "What I said earlier. He didn't re-live ad day, that was just an excuse to draw us out. He wants to know what we are and how to kill us," Buffy said. "Huh, how interesting," Tru replied.
"Do you want to come patrolling with me?" Buffy asked. "Sure," Tru replied as they walked down the steps and out of the morgue.