âReally? Well one point for me being so creative.â Slipping her hands into her front pocket, she smiled up at him, mischief gleaming in her eyes.
âYour brother sounds like an interesting guy. You two close?â
As the sun set low upon the horizon, the slayer made her way through the graveyard, twirling the stake between her fingers. It had been a long week of fighting the forces of evil but everyone else was at the Bronze having fun.
She, however, was not having any of that sort of fun.