Chapter 75: Prize

Savannah and Buffy wish they could say they fought every step of the way. But even as that primitive part of them went wild with fear and panic, the rational part leapt in.

They could feel their bodies shutting down as hypothermia began to set in, telling them it was okay to go to sleep. The only fighting they could do now was to struggle to stay alive. And staying alive at this moment meant letting Tesler and Noah sling them over their shoulders and carry them to their cabin.

Their "cabin" was a big vacation house. The thick layer of dust over the knickknacks told the sisters it didn't get much use, so they presumed Tesler waw squatting here, knowing there was little danger of the owner showing up. The security system had been ripped from the wall. Pizza boxes were piled by the door. Stains covered the carpets. The place reeked like a frat house—of spilled beer and sweaty bodies.

"You two need to get them undressed," Noah said, dogging Tesler's heels as he entered the living room.

"Oh, believe me, I'm getting to it."

"Now, Travis. I'm not kidding."

Buffy and Savannah tried to look at Noah, but he'd turned away. They were dumped on the bearskin rug in front of a smoldering fireplace.

"Strip."

"I'll grab them some—" Noah began.

Tesler wheeled on him. "You'll get them nothing, boy." To Buffy and Savannah, he said, "Strip. Unless you'd prefer I did it for the both of you."

Buffy and Savannah pulled off their shirts. It took a few tries—their fingers refused to clamp on the fabric. They finally pushed their hands under and shoved the shirts up over their heads.

The cabin was already warm, with the fireplace still going and a woodstove blasting across the room. Tesler threw another log on the fire, then added tinder—pages ripped from books stacked by the fireplace. He looked over sharply as Noah reappeared in the living room, a towel in hand.

"Didn't I tell you—?"

"It's two towels. They need to dry off." He walked over to the Buffy and Savannah, and lowered his voice. "Don't rub too hard. Just pat your skin. You both need to warm up slowly. Don't get close to the fire."

"You're a regular Boy Scout, aren't you?" Tesler said.

Noah shot a glower Tesler's way. "Do you want them with their fingers and toes or without?"

Buffy and Savannah were fumbling with the buttons on their jeans as Noah approached. He slung the towels over his shoulder and grunted "Here." He undid the buttons for them, as circumspectly as he could. He pulled the zippers down, then hesitated.

"Got it," Savannah said as she and Buffy wedged their hands under their waistbands.

Mother and daughter pushed their jeans down over their hips. He didn't move, staying so close they could hear his breath picking up speed.

"Oh, he's a Boy Scout all right," Eddie said. "Never seen naked women before, Noah?"

"Only on his computer screen," Tesler said.

They laughed as Noah muttered, "Fuck off," handed Buffy and Savannah the towels and started backing up, gaze still on them.

"Better get those bras, too, boy," Tesler said. "I don't want those freezing and falling off."

"We can manage." Buffy said as she and Savannah slipped their hands under the straps. They got them down over their arms, but no farther, the bra band still tightly fastened, cups hanging, fingers too numb to work the clasp.

"Come on, Noah," Eddie said. "Be a gentleman. Help the ladies."

Noah slid forward and stopped in front of mother and daughter, eyeing the clasp of Savannah's bra. He unhooked it, hands trembling, fingers grazing the bottom of her breasts as the Teslers laughed at him. He then repeated the endeavor for Buffy.

He took the bras off Buffy and Savannah, wrapped them, around his hands and stood there, looking down at them in their panties, his own pants tenting furiously.

"Thanks," Buffy and Savannah murmured, gaze averted as they took their bras from him.

He backed away slowly, still staring. They tried to wrap the towels around them, but they were only hand towels.

"You forgot something." He pointed at their panties. "Noah, give the ladies a hand."

Savannah and Buffy pushed them down to their ankles and kicked them aside.

"You owe me twenty bucks, bro," Eddie said pointing at Buffy and Savannah. "I told you they were natural blondes."

Buffy and Savannah moved a little closer to the fire. Not too close, heeding Noah's warning about warming up too fast.

A few feet from the fire, they bent and sat cross-legged, and started drying their hair. Tesler, Eddie and Noah continued to stare as if none of them had ever seen two naked women before.

"You know, you two look even better without your clothes," Tesler said. "And you both looked damned fine in them."

Buffy and Savannah ignored him and squeezed water out of their hair.

He continued as he looked at Buffy. "I heard you had a kid. Can't tell. You haven't lost your figure, that's for sure."

Buffy and Savannah looked at each other. Either Tesler didn't know Savannah was Buffy's daughter or he was playing ignorant for a reason.

"I want them," Noah said, making Buffy and Savannah's heads whip around. He turned so they couldn't see his face, and then said again, "I want them."

"I'm sure you do," Tesler chuckled. "And if you're a very good boy, I'll let you take a ride, just as soon as I've had my fill of them both."

"I want to go first."

Tesler sputtered. "Excuse me?"

Noah turned toward him; face still averted from the sisters. "Without me, you'd be humping two frozen corpses. I saved them. I risked my own life to do it. I deserve the first go at both of them."

"And I'm supposed to take seconds?" An edge crept into Tesler's voice.

"Just once. After that, they're both all yours."

"Are they?" Tesler advanced on the boy. "How generous of you."

Eddie stepped between them. "Come on. Let the kid lose his cherry with a Slayer and a female werewolf. How many guys get that chance?"

"I'm not a—" Noah stopped, realizing it wouldn't help his cause to say he wasn't a virgin.

He still wouldn't look toward Buffy and Savannah. He couldn't. As they stared at him, the anger rose. He'd been nice to them. Even when he'd been gawking, he'd seemed embarrassed. Faced with three antagonists, they'd looked for a friendly face and been too eager to see it, unconsciously shifting Noah into the role of potential ally.

They'd forgotten what he really was—a punk who'd let his grandfather be murdered by his new pals. Noah was studiously avoiding their gaze; he might not have a rapist's heart, but he still saw the Buffy and Savannah as objects. He wanted them, and what Buffy and Savannah thought of that didn't matter. The only person whose opinion counted was Tesler.

"Fine," Tesler said. "He'll get a Slayer and a werewolf for his first time … just as soon as I'm finished with them."

"You're a little rough with the ladies, bro," Eddie said. "Let the kid go first. He's been good. He deserves a reward."

Tesler glanced over and fixed his brother with a look that made Noah flinch. Eddie didn't even blink.

"It's just a couple of girls, Travis," he said, his voice low. "No big deal."

"They are not just—"

"Just a couple of girls." Eddie met his brother's gaze. "No big deal, right?"

Buffy remembered what Dan had said, how Tesler had promised his brother he'd stop raping girls. The two stared each other down for a minute, then Tesler turned that stare on Noah, as if hoping he'd get the kid to back down. Noah blinked, but nothing more.

"All right," Tesler said after a minute. "Here's the deal. They are indeed a proper prize, so let's do this properly. If you want them, you have to win them… by challenging me."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Travis. The kid can't—"

"No, that's fine." Noah's chin lifted. "I accept."

"Great." Tesler headed for the kitchen, thumping Noah on the back as he passed. "Give me a minute to grab a beer, then we'll get started."

"In the meantime," Eddie said to Noah. "Take a look out front, make sure we aren't about to entertain any unwanted guests."

Buffy and Savannah hoped that meant they'd be left alone while Noah and Eddie went outside, but they knew better. Noah got on his gear and left. Eddie just walked to the window to look out. They could probably take him, but not without alerting his brother.

Savannah contemplated trying to teleport again. But whatever magic had kept her from doing it before could be in play here, now. And if it was there was no way she could. She decided it would be better not to try unless absolutely necessary.

Noah had no hope of beating Tesler. Buffy and Savannah didn't know why he'd even agreed to try. But the more they thought about it, the more they wanted Noah to win that match. Not that they'd prefer Noah. When it comes to rape, there is no "prefer." But if Noah won, he'd get time alone with them, time in which Tesler could expect to hear noises, even sounds of struggle. And that would give the sisters the perfect opportunity to escape. Tesler wasn't the only one who could easily take on a boy like Noah.

But there was the rub—Tesler could take the kid, no question, meaning there was no chance Noah would win the challenge. Unless…

Tesler sauntered back into the living room, chugging his beer.

"So, what's the handicap?" Buffy asked.

He raised his brows, not lowering the can.

"It's going to take a lot of those to make it a fair fight," Buffy said.

He sputtered beer. "Fair fight?"

"Foreign concept?" Buffy asked.

Eddie chuckled. Tesler only snorted and continued drinking.

Buffy walked over to him. "Why tell the kid he can fight for us when he doesn't have a hope of winning?" she asked. "Either tell him no or make it a fair fight by handicapping yourself."

"How? Tie both hands behind my back?"

"What are you worried about?" Buffy asked.

His smirk froze, eyes icing over. "Worried?"

Noah came inside, cold air blasting down the hall.

"I guess there's no way you want him winning," Buffy said. "If he gets first dibs, he might show you up."

Tesler hit Buffy so fast she didn't see it coming. As Buffy lay on the floor Savannah stepped between her mother and Tesler.

"Ah, so you aren't just a Slayer," Tesler said as realization came to him that Savannah was one of Buffy's daughters.

Noah had his coat off, boots still on, hair salted with snow. "What's going on?"

No one answered. Buffy got up, she swiped away blood trickling from a scrape on her elbow, grabbed her discarded towel and cleaned her fingers. Then she walked up to Tesler.

"Struck a sore spot, did I?"

When he raised his hand to hit Buffy again, Savannah stepped into the line of fire. Dismay flashed in his eyes before he tossed the empty can aside and stalked back to the kitchen.

Buffy and Savannah started to follow.

Noah caught their elbows. "Don't bait—"

Mother and daughter shook him off and walked into the kitchen. Tesler was rooting through the fridge.

"I can see why you'd be worried," Buffy said. "He's seventeen. What he lacks in finesse, he'll make up for in vigor. He's in his sexual prime … And how old are you?"

He popped open a beer.

"About forty-five, I'd guess. Getting a little harder to, well, get harder, I bet."

He kept his gaze fixed on the fascinating contents of the refrigerator. To get angry would be to confirm it.

"That's about the same age as your brother-in-law, isn't it?" he asked Buffy. "Your sister got some experience with little blue pills?"

"No idea," Buffy said. "I prefer not to hear about my sister's sex life."

The look he turned on Buffy and Savannah was pure hatred. And they knew that they'd just sealed their fate. The key to not getting killed was not to blow this chance. Push, push and push until Buffy and Savannah got what they wanted, consequences be damned.

"No offense," Buffy said, "but I'd prefer the kid."

"I'd prefer neither," Savannah said. "I'm younger than Noah."

He smiled; teeth bared. "I'm sure you two would."

He guzzled the beer. Buffy walked closer, making no attempt to cover her nakedness, and stopped a foot from him.

"How about you fight me instead?" Buffy said.

He stopped with the can at his lips, then lowered it. "What?"

"Let me fight in the kid's place. That will make it fair. Same deal applies. I win, he gets me and Savannah. You win…" Buffy looked him in the eye. "We're all yours."

He looked at Buffy and then his face darkened with fury, and she and Savannah knew there was only one thing he could think about, only one thing he wanted: to regain control. There was no logical reason to grant Buffy's request. Better to let Noah challenge him, beat the crap out of the kid and teach him a lesson. Take on Buffy, and he could open himself up to the unbearable humiliation of losing to a woman.

But if he won, he would truly win, and the spark of defiance in Buffy and Savannah's eyes would be doused forever. He could regain control, beat the crap out of them and even Eddie couldn't complain about it. Take Buffy in a fair fight, then take his prize when it would taste the sweetest.

When Tesler opened his lips, Buffy knew what was going to come out. Two words.

"You're on."

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"While I agree this is the only route to go. Are you sure you can win?" Savannah asked telepathically.

"If I let the Slayer have control. I believe so," Buffy said.

Tesler seemed perfectly happy to make Buffy fight naked—go figure. It was Eddie and Noah who argued—Noah protesting and Eddie acting as if his brother was obviously joking, which eventually forced Tesler to play along and say, sure, he was kidding and of course Buffy could get dressed … as long as Buffy wore her own clothes. Noah and Eddie had even got Tesler to reluctantly agree to allow Savannah to wear hers as well. What he didn't realize is that they had draped them by the fireplace, so they were warm and partially dry.

Noah and Eddie cleared the living room, shoving the furniture against the walls. Then Tesler and Buffy moved into the center of the room and faced off like boxers. He even bounced on his toes for good effect.

"Last chance to change your mind," he said. "Don't expect me to hold anything back just because you're a woman."

"I don't," Buffy said.

"You're going to come out of this feeling a helluva lot worse than you do right now."

"I expect to," Buffy said. "And I appreciate you giving me the option, but I'm fine. I'll extend you the same courtesy, though, if you want to back out."

"You think you're tough, don't you?" Tesler said.

"Take a whiff of my scent," Buffy said.

Tesler did so and frowned. "I see. So, your daughter is hereditary then. A Slayer giving birth to another. Interesting." He sprang, palms smacking into her shoulders. Problem was she didn't move. He looked into her eyes and saw nothing. He could tell she saw him but it was like she was no longer there; the Slayer was in total control.

The Slayer sent a roundhouse kick that smacked him square in the chest and sent him flying backwards. She hit him twice, then kicked and he went down. She aimed for the stone fireplace, and his head struck with a very satisfying crunch.

The Slayer walked over as he lay on the ground, shaking his head.

"If you want to quit, just say so," Savannah said.

He leapt up with a growl. The Slayer feinted out of his way. They danced for a while before she landed a blow, then he blocked the second and got in a hard jab… and so it went.

Savannah could see as the Slayer fought. That her mother and Tesler were too evenly matched. They both had the strength and experience. The question would be who would be worn down first. Then an idea came to her head. "Mom, take control. I have an idea."

"I—if mom surrenders…" Savannah swallowed. She had to make this believable.

"Yes?"

Savannah licked her lips. "If we do what you want…"

"Yes?"

"Will you let us go afterward?" Savannah asked.

"You'll both do what I want? Everything I want?"

Savannah nodded and slowly so did Buffy.

"And you'll both behave? Be good girls?"

Buffy and Savannah nodded.

He motioned for Savannah to approach and then lowered his lips to their ears and whispered. "Then you both aren't going to want me to let you go. But yes, when we've both had our fill, you both are welcome to leave."

He moved his lips over Buffy's and hovered there. She lifted her head, and she kissed him and then he repeated with Savannah who kissed him as well. His lips moved back to their ears. "See, it isn't so bad, is—?"

Savannah smashed her elbow into his throat using every ounce of Slayer strength at her disposal. He fell back, gargling. Buffy smirked as she slammed her palm into his nose. Blood spurted. He gave a strangled cry, but recovered fast as Savannah backed off. He didn't make it past a crouch before Buffy's foot connected with his jaw, toppling him backward. A second kick and he spun, his forehead smacking the fireplace as he fell.

A hand grabbed Buffy's hair and wrenched her back. Buffy sailed off her feet, but twisted, finding her footing and coming up swinging. But Eddie still had her hair wrapped around his hand and yanked her like a dog on a leash, keeping her from hitting him.

"Enough," he said. "He's down. You win."

"The hell she does." Out of the corner of Buffy and Savannah's eyes, they saw Tesler wobble to his feet.

"She wins," Eddie said.

The brothers faced off in silence. Buffy and Savannah expected Tesler to argue. Blood streamed into his eyes and he could barely stand upright. But apparently his confidence had taken a bruising, too, enough to sink under the weight of his survival instinct. "Fine," he said. Then he turned to Noah and snapped, "Get them out of my sight. You have twenty minutes. Then they're both mine."

Noah hustled Buffy and Savannah to what was obviously "his" room, judging by the clothing on the floor and on every piece of furniture. He got them inside, then closed the door. At this point, the ideal strategy would be seduction. Lower his defenses, as they had with Tesler, then take him out and escape.

But as repugnant as the thought of kissing Tesler had been, faking attraction to a teenage boy was out of the question.

Buffy and Savannah managed to sit woodenly on the edge of the bed, then steeled themselves to pull off their shirts, praying that would be all the distraction needed to get in a good, incapacitating blow. But they weren't the only ones who were nervous. Noah locked and double-checked the door, then moved to the window. He peered out, not pulling the blind, just squinting into the darkness as if expecting Tesler or Eddie to pop up like drunken guests on his wedding night.

And while he was engrossed in the view, with his back to Buffy and Savannah, they crept up behind him. Too late, they noticed their reflections in the window glass. He wheeled, his hands going up as they had in the woods, unsure whether to fight back or just ward them off.

At the last second, he went for option three—get the hell out of the way. Buffy managed to catch his shirt collar as he dove past her. She whipped him off his feet again. Unlike in the woods, he couldn't be thrown aside—the Tesler brothers would hear the crash and know it wasn't just rough sex… at least, not after only two minutes in the bedroom.

So, Buffy threw Noah face down on the bed. As she pressed his face into the pillow, he kicked and flailed. Buffy gritted her teeth against the blows, grabbed a discarded shirt and made a gag of it, tying the sleeves behind his head.

He relaxed then, realizing Buffy had been trying to silence him … but not permanently. When Savannah grabbed a belt, though, and yanked his hands behind his back, he wrenched hard, and the sudden movement freed one of his hands. A well-placed jab to Buffy's throat freed the other.

Buffy dove after him, but he danced back, moving not toward the door, but to the window. Still gagged, he gestured at it emphatically.

Savannah grabbed Noah by the collar, but only to keep a hold on him as she peered out, trying to see what he'd seen. He yanked down the gag but said nothing, just shook his head, eyes rolling at the dense women who couldn't understand his wild gestures.

He pointed at the window, then at the sisters. The window. Them.

Telling the sisters… to escape?

"Open a link to him," Buffy thought as she glanced at Savannah.

Savannah nodded. "Noah, this is a telepathic spell. I'm a witch as well as a Slayer. Just think in your head and we'll hear it."

Noah nodded. "You two can escape out the window. Just please take me with you."

Buffy and Savannah looked at each other and nodded. It was worth the risk if they could get away.

Savannah eased open the window. The screen was already off. She crawled out, sucking in a gasp as her stockinged feet hit the snow. Ignoring the cold, she dashed behind the nearest bushes. Then watched as Buffy, and then Noah came out. They ran toward her.

"Coats and boots are around the side," he whispered. "I snuck them out when Eddie sent me on patrol." He pointed. When Buffy and Savannah took a step in that direction, he caught their arms and they spun, fists going up. He fell back, releasing them.

"No, I just—You both are going to take me with you, right? I saved you both, so now you'll take me along. Please," he said. "I had nothing to do with—" His voice caught. "With Dennis. I didn't even know they'd—I thought—" He swallowed. "I thought I was protecting him, but—" He swallowed. "After they killed him, they told me Joseph was next if I didn't—Only they were telling Joseph the same thing."

"They said they'd kill your dad if you ran off, while telling him they'd kill you." Buffy said.

He nodded. "When I found you both in the river, I thought we could take off together. Only—"

"Only they showed up, so this was the backup plan," Buffy said. "All right. We'll get out of here and we'll take you to your dad."

He shook his head. "No. I want you to take me back to the Pack. That's what he—" Grief filled his eyes. He blinked it back. "That's what Dennis wanted. He kept trying to talk me into it, but I wouldn't listen, wouldn't even let him ask you guys. If I had—if I'd made him come with me…"

"We'll take you back to the Pack. Now, let's get—" Buffy said.

"Looking for these?"

Tesler stepped into the moonlight, holding two coats and pairs of boots. He tossed them into the snow.

"I—I wanted to do it outside," Noah said.

"In stocking feet?"

"I thought it would be fun for Noah and I to Change and, you know, do it as wolves," Buffy said.

"While your non-wolf daughter watched as she froze to death?" Tesler said with a laugh. "Nice try." He looked to Noah. "So, what happened? Let me guess, you fell in love at first poke and decided to run off with them? No, for that you'd need to be all grown up. You don't want a girlfriend. You want a mommy and sissy, someone who will rescue you from the big, nasty wolves and take you back to the Pack. Am I close?"

"Only because you overheard us," Buffy said.

He ignored Buffy, gaze still on Noah. "You think they're going to take you, boy? Sure, they might feel sorry for you. But the minute," he pointed at Buffy, "her brother-in-law lays eyes on you will be the last minute you lay eyes on anything … if you're lucky. Do you know what Clayton Danvers does to mutts?" He pantomimed a chainsaw pull. "Bye-bye body parts."

As he talked, Buffy and Savannah took stock of their surroundings. No convenient stones to whip at his head. No convenient cliff to throw him off. No convenient jagged tree stump to impale him on.

While he yapped, Buffy and Savannah sidled closer. He didn't seem to notice—bullying Noah was so much more fun.

They were about to take another step when Eddie came around the side of the house. That Tesler noticed.

"I've got it," Tesler said. "Go back inside."

"Let me grab the kid," Eddie said. "You can deal with—"

"I said, I've got it." Tesler's voice lowered to a growl.

His ego had taken a beating earlier. Now he was going to redeem it by proving he could handle two women and a kid without his brother's help. Eddie hesitated, then retreated. The sisters listened for the door, but didn't hear it. He hadn't gone back inside. Damn.

"So, what sob story did the kid tell you?" Tesler asked with only a flickering glance at Buffy and Savannah. "How we killed his granddaddy and he had nothing to do with it?"

"I didn't," Noah said, lip curling in a snarl.

"Sure, you did. You led us right to the cabin."

"You followed me!"

"No, I do believe you followed us first." Again, Tesler glanced toward Buffy and Savannah, but fleetingly, as if he couldn't quite make full eye contact yet. "Did he tell you that? He found us in Anchorage. Got to hand it to the kid—he's got balls. Too bad he lacks brains. Takes after his grand-daddy."

Noah rushed at Tesler. Buffy grabbed his shirt and hauled him back, murmuring, "That's what he wants."

"Oh, come on. He just wants to shut me up before I tell you why he came to us. Why he gave us all kinds of intel on the local wildlife—drug dealers, gun-runners, smugglers. A choirboy he isn't, no matter how sweet he might look."

Buffy and Savannah eased away from Noah, circling Tesler, who kept his gaze on his target.

Noah's chin lifted. "I wanted money, so I sold them information, but only about that stuff. I would never have led them to Dennis. They followed me and I tried to fight—"

"You're a little thug," Tesler said. "Hick town white trash who thinks he's cool because he's grown fangs and claws. But when things get ugly, he wants his mommy… or the nearest substitute."

Buffy and Savannah charged Tesler. He braced for a blow, but instead they launched themselves at him, hitting him hard, knocking him off his feet. Buffy flipped him onto his stomach before he landed, then crushed his face into the snowy ground, stifling any cries that would bring his brother running.

As Tesler struggled, Buffy waved for Noah and Savannah to go. When neither of them moved, she snarled a silent "Run!"

Noah hesitated as Savannah grabbed him and pulled. "Come on," she said.

Buffy smacked Tesler into the ground, then surreptitiously pinned him with her knee, and released him, making it look as if she'd knocked him unconscious. She gestured for Noah to follow Savannah, that she was right behind them. He took off, motioning for Buffy to grab the extra coat and boots as he and Savannah took theirs.

Savannah and Noah were barely out of sight before Tesler threw Buffy off. He and Buffy fought. She might have had a chance, if Eddie hadn't heard and come ripping around the corner. Finally, Tesler had Buffy pinned by the throat. She wildly fought as his hand crushed her windpipe. She gasped and gurgled, then blacked out. When she recovered, he'd eased off, but was looming over her, his expression warning she had only to twitch and he'd choke her again.

Buffy lashed out, trying to jab his eye, unable to reach, his hands tightening around her throat again, smiling, elated for the excuse. She blacked out again. When she came to, she saw flashes of her family—of Anne and Savannah. Of her niece and nephew, Joyce and Logan. Of Dawn and Faith. Of Nick and Clay. Of Jeremy and Antonio. Of Willow, Giles and Xander. And finally of Rei. She bid each of them a silent goodbye knowing that Tesler was going to figure out how to kill her.

She stopped struggling.

"It's too cold," Eddie said. "Get her inside."

Tesler ignored him. He pawed Buffy, hurt her. She kept staring at him, and that was all it took. He smacked her face. Once, twice. Her nose bled into the snow, but still she turned back to him and met his gaze.

"Come on, Travis," Eddie said. "It's fucking freezing out here. Get her inside and you can—"

"Shut up." He hit Buffy again. Consciousness threatened another holiday, but she blinked it back and kept staring.

Eddie stepped toward them, hands out as if to pull his brother off Buffy. Tesler swung at him, catching him in the thigh, making his leg buckle.

"I said back off," Tesler snarled.

"Or what? You'll choke me, too? Christ, Travis. It's a girl. Just a fucking girl. She's not worth this."

Tesler paused, and then slowly nodded. "You're right. She's not." He turned to Buffy, lip curled, teeth bared. "You think you're too good for me, bitch? You think I'm the worst thing that can happen to you? My brother's right. You've taken up too much of my time already. Eddie? Grab me some rope."