"I cannot wait to do it again and again. And again and again."
As the slayer stumbled, the vampire advanced, smiling. She was wary of the end of that scythe but growing more confident in her own powers of persuasion.
"Or..."
And there: that image might be familiar to Buffy Summers. Derek had chosen something very similar for Jack Sparrow's hypothetical fate, though Dru gave it a bit more of a piratical style: the criminal's body dangling from the limb of a tree, neck broken and torn open. The vampire reclining below, catching red rain in her mouth and on her cheeks and laughing, laughing.
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As the slayer stumbled, the vampire advanced, smiling. She was wary of the end of that scythe but growing more confident in her own powers of persuasion.
"Or..."
And there: that image might be familiar to Buffy Summers. Derek had chosen something very similar for Jack Sparrow's hypothetical fate, though Dru gave it a bit more of a piratical style: the criminal's body dangling from the limb of a tree, neck broken and torn open. The vampire reclining below, catching red rain in her mouth and on her cheeks and laughing, laughing.