CHAPTER 9
I decided to patrol that night, although there was probably no demon activity in Forks, I couldn't be to careful. Being the Slayer was harder in Phoenix; the city was very close to a hellmouth so I was patrolling practically every night.
Around ten I "went to bed" and lay there until I heard Charlie go into his room. I waited for a few minutes until I had to cover my ears from his snoring then crept to my window. It opened with a squeak. I paused, listening. Nothing. There was a tree that grew right outside of my window. Perfect. I had a ladder. I crept down the trunk and jumped off near the bottom. Standing up my senses became intact. I hadn't been out in a while, and it felt good to breathe in the night air again. I checked the inside of my coat to make sure that I had all my gear. In the right pocket of my knee length leather jacket held two wooden stakes, and in the left held my favorite split blade knife.
I headed across the street into the woods. A few feet in I heard a snap. Crouching down low, I waited. Nothing around came out. I waited a little longer, then stood up and continued on to the cemetery.
I walked cautiously, all the remembrance flooding back to me as I stepped back into the role I was born to be. My love for the night awoke. I loved to be alone, while the world went to sleep, but the other part. The other part of the world was just awakening.
The gate to the cemetery creaked open in the wind, like an invitation. I entered and started walking amongst the tombstones. I had to admit the Fork's cemetery was pathetically tiny. Well it matched a pathetically tiny town. Tiny Tim would have loved it here. I laughed to myself at the joke. I could be done in a half-hour tops, then go home. Somehow that made me frown. This was a break for me, I didn't want it to end. Walking over to one stone with a flat top, I sat and waited for Angel.
He would come no doubt. He sensed whenever I was out. Creep.
"C'mon where are you?" I asked impatiently, looking around.
"Well, I was going to wait and surprise you, but sense you just can't wait…" I jumped up and turned around to where he was slowly walking towards me.
"Hi darling, how was your day?" I asked sarcastically.
"Getting better." He replied, just before he came at me. I sidestepped him easily and tripped him, high in the leg so that he flipped over as he ran past.
"Yeah, mine too."
I brought my foot down to his chest, but he caught it in midair and flipped me over so now I was the one on my back. Angel was up on his feet, and he delivered a hard blow to my side. That caused me to curl up in pain, only for a moment though. I swung my legs forward, tripping him again. We were both up on our feet in less than a second. But I was up first. I backhanded him, he rebounded. I hit him again, he rebounded again.
"You must really love pain." I went to punch him again but he caught my fist in his and twisted my arm back behind my back. I cried out in pain, but surprisingly he didn't break it, which was what I was expecting. Instead he turned me around and grabbed me by the shoulders.
"I'll be seeing you soon." He whispered before he kissed me harshly, then shoved me hard into a gravestone. I sat there a moment, before realizing that he left because someone was approaching. Scrambling to my feet, I turned and ran into the trees. After a while, I slowed and slid down the trunk of one tree. I sat there, tears streaming down my face. What happened to him? I drew my knees to my chin, buried my face in them and cried.