Author's note: A nice, short teasing chapter. hahahah!
Chapter XII – Amsterdam: All is Fair In Love and Children's Games
He was the slayer of slayers, the mighty and the bloody and this was his calling. He reveled in this.
He reveled in the hunt.
As he stalked down the hallways he couldn't help but remember his days as the scourge of Europe, though things have definitely changed since then. First of all his boots no longer hit filthy cobblestone or pavement, instead, the plush carpet muted the miniscule sounds he would have made had it not been there.
He scoped his surroundings; his blue eyes were alert and sharp with awareness, taking in even the slightest bit of movement.
He was careful to reach out with his other senses as well. He was dealing with very competent opponents and he would have to keep every wit about him. Utilize every weapon in his arsenal.
He moved from room to room, corridor to corridor, using every advantage vampiric sense afforded him to scope out his prey to no avail.
Finally, he slinked around a blind corner of the elegant corridor he caught a momentary flash of burnished gold.
His lips curled back into a predatory smile.
The slayer.
She didn't bother hazarding a glance behind her as she hastily padded down the hallway. She knew for sure that he had spotted her.
She berated herself silently, her inner turmoil not affecting the speed of her flight in the slightest. She was supposed to be the bloody slayer, high time she be acting like one!
No matter, she was close to the one place that she knew he would not follow. She only had to make it to the end of the hall before she would be safe.
She could see it up ahead.
It was the first place that he would look for her, but not even he dared to enter there. Her Sanctuary.
She imagined him behind her, running after her, about to reach out and grab her. This prompted a final burst of speed, she quickly wrenched open the door and all but slammed it behind her. She paused for a moment before sagging slightly, leaning up against the solid slab of wood. She willed her heartbeat to return to normal, knowing that it was easier for him to track her if her heart was pounding.
No such luck.
The room was pitch black but for a tiny sliver of light that tried with all its might to peak into the room. However, the darkness didn't bother her she, had spectacular night vision.
After a few minutes she finally managed to get her breathing under control and her heartbeat somewhere approaching normal.
She wasn't going to loose this time.
And just like that she could feel him behind her, his hand pressed to the other side of the wood, she could feel it burning the portal away and pressing onto her skin but before she could do anything about it he was gone.
That was worrying.
She hesitantly opened the door, to see an empty wood paneled corridor. No sign of him.
Suddenly, a squeal from another room in the house signaled that Buffy was alone. Her only companion, her ally was gone.
Now it was just him against her.
Quite the competition.
She slipped silently out of the dark room and up the carpeted staircase into the second floor of the house, silently opening the door to the library. It was an impressive room which encompassed three stories. As soon as she walked into the room her eyes were drawn to a small girl of about six, next to her sat a man dressed in black with identical blue eyes with a single scarred eyebrow arched.
Buffy stopped dead.
Spike smirked.
"Forty, forty, I see the slayer."
Author's note: Forty forty is an american children's game similar to Hide and seek only as soon as the 'it' sees the player and declares "forty forty i see (insert player's name)" the player is the next it. She player as to touche the base to be safe.
the result from choose their own adventure are in... and i have decided on Glory... hahahahahah as for the rest... well you'll see.