Surely she can hear him crashing through the leaves. If he's going to shake her, he has to find somewhere to hide and keep quiet until she passes him. But he has no idea where he is any longer. He has his pistol, but that isn't going to do any good. Guns never help. Buffy is finally starting to make sense to him.
Silver. Fire. Beheading. Wood. Things Derek has talked about. He's in a forest, so he's surrounded by wood. But he's not Buffy. His one instance of fighting a vampire was a disaster. He has to hide.
He can't tell if she's within sight when he finally sees a fallen tree as the ravine becomes shallower. The roots clutch shelves of flagstones yanked up from the ground, leaving a large pit where the tree once stood, protected on one side. With a glance backward, he dives into the pit, huddling at the bottom and trying to breathe through his mouth for silence.
He places a hand on his pistol. It won't kill her, but it can make her think twice.
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Silver. Fire. Beheading. Wood. Things Derek has talked about. He's in a forest, so he's surrounded by wood. But he's not Buffy. His one instance of fighting a vampire was a disaster. He has to hide.
He can't tell if she's within sight when he finally sees a fallen tree as the ravine becomes shallower. The roots clutch shelves of flagstones yanked up from the ground, leaving a large pit where the tree once stood, protected on one side. With a glance backward, he dives into the pit, huddling at the bottom and trying to breathe through his mouth for silence.
He places a hand on his pistol. It won't kill her, but it can make her think twice.