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The hunter pushed himself up against the headboard. “Uh, yeah.” Sam cleared his throat. “Sorry. I should have warned you, when I get sick my fevers tend to spike pretty drastically. I thought I had caught it soon enough. Guess not.”

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Faith looked at the house in front of her, taking in the quiet suburban feel of it that nearly made her skin crawl with unpleasant memories.  She’d always been more of a city girl, but she was here for a reason.  So with a sigh she stowed her helmet in the seat compartment of her bike and headed up the walk, knocking on the door once she’d reached it.  Dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a tank-top under a worn black leather jacket she shoved her hands in her pockets and waited for a response of some kind from inside the house.  Her skin itched where she knew Buffy’s name was, she could easily call that looping ‘B’ to mind after far too many hours of tracing it mindlessly both before and after meeting the girl in question.  And she was tired of pretending it wasn’t there.

Trouble is, there were too many these days. Whatever Buffy and her friends had done, it had upset the universal balance. Now, with a pure blooded demon on his tail, he had finally found her.

With Buffy and her cohorts surrounded, he would normally allow things to unfold without interfering. The Slayer rarely needed help against mere vampires. But this was not a time to be cautious.

He appeared behind one of the vampires, his diamond blade clearing through two blood suckers, it’s power to cut through magic meaning that the little beasts were instantly destroyed.