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Post by Henry Elder on May 11, 2006 7:31:17 GMT -5
An open grave site, several other graves dotted around. An old JCB is next to the grave, filled with dirt.
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Post by Faith on May 11, 2006 7:43:39 GMT -5
She let out a sigh of relief when the car finally ground to a halt. She stared death in the face many times before, but she'd never been so glad to survive it.
Henry got out and went to the trunk. Faith looked out of the window, slightly confused. They'd stopped at the cemetary. At night. The earlier feelings of suspision came right back to her.
She stepped gingerly out of the car. "You're dropping flowers off in the middle of the night?"
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Post by Henry Elder on May 11, 2006 7:47:36 GMT -5
"Would've earlier. Had to meet with a friend and pick you up." he said.
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Post by Faith on May 11, 2006 7:53:00 GMT -5
This should have been familiar territory. Faith had been in more graveyards than she could remember. Staple hunting grounds when you're a slayer. She slammed the car door shut, and tilted her head to one side, listening. Trying to sense danger. Old habits die hard, she thought. She couldn't pick up any vampires, though perhaps her skills were a little rusty. Staying a little behind him, she followed Henry into the cemetary.
"Who are they for then?"
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Post by Henry Elder on May 11, 2006 7:56:44 GMT -5
He stopped by a grave next to the empty one. He set the roses down, and made a movement as if reaching for his pocket....instead he grabbed his knife. "I'll bring them to yours." he said quietly.
He spun around, slicing with the knife, aiming for his throat as his hand curled around the second knife.
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Post by Faith on May 11, 2006 8:01:00 GMT -5
Instinctively, Faith pulled back, narrowly missing the edge of the knife. She kicked high, knocking it from his hand. It landed in the dirt, next to the flowers.
"I knew it!" She dodged as he swung another knife at her. "Who's paying you to get beat up then?" She backed off more. This was the last thing she wanted so soon after getting out.
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Post by Henry Elder on May 11, 2006 8:03:36 GMT -5
He withdrew the second knife. "No offence, Faithy. I'm not usually Wolfram and Hart's lapdog." he said.
He started to circle her. "What are you, just human? You're not a vampire. Are you a demon? Human appearance?"
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Post by Faith on May 11, 2006 8:09:58 GMT -5
Wolfram and Hart. If there was anyone who wanted her dead, it was them. Hired to kill Angel, Faith had double crossed them before she had given herself up. In the back of her head, she knew they'd been behind every attempt on her life in prison. Now they'd let her out and were trying to finish the job.
"Would it make it easier for you to run away if I told you what I was?" She stayed at arms reach from him.
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Post by Henry Elder on May 11, 2006 8:12:05 GMT -5
"I'm not running." he said. "I do this for a living."
Enough talk. He launched himself at her, keeping his knife hand down, occasionally slashing at her.
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Post by Faith on May 11, 2006 8:19:46 GMT -5
He knocked her off balance, slashing at her arms as she tried to block his attack. Landing on her back, he tried to jump on top of her, but she kicked him back, buying her time to flip back up.
"You do this for a living?" she said as he dove at her again. She put her palm to his face, feeling his nose break under the pressure. "You suck!"
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Post by Henry Elder on May 11, 2006 8:23:16 GMT -5
What the hell was she? Stronger than a vampire, faster, too. Not a demon. What was she?
He attacked again, missing twice, but the third time, he scratched along her arm, a long red stripe.
Knife wasn't working, it was taking too long. He whipped out his gun, aimed, and fired.
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Post by Faith on May 11, 2006 8:31:34 GMT -5
Wincing at the cut on her arm, the distraction was long enough for Henry to pull a gun. She heard it before she felt it.
Stumbling back, Faith clutched her stomach. She looked down to see blood running over her fingers. The pain was incredible. She just looked at him blankly.
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Post by Henry Elder on May 11, 2006 8:34:16 GMT -5
"Vampires, demons, the people who hunt 'em. Nobody ever uses guns." he said.
He strode up to her, the gun by his side, He kicked her in the stomach, sending her backwards into the pit. He was a little disappointed he didn't find out what she was. But he shrugged, and looked around.
He climbed in the JCB. "Sorry, Faith." he said. "Can't say I enjoy this."
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Post by Faith on May 11, 2006 8:45:08 GMT -5
She despeartely tried to block the kick, but the bullet had slowed her down. Landing on her back in the open grave she felt herself black out for a second. As her eyes fluttered open all she could see was the night sky. Then the digging arm of the JCB moved over the top of the grave. She tried to get up, but Henry pushed the lever, sending a ton of dirt down on top of her. The weight of it knocked her back down. All she could do was scream.
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Post by Henry Elder on May 11, 2006 8:48:33 GMT -5
He could hear her muffled screams, and he felt a twinge of guilt. For a moment, he considered digging her out, trying to help her.
But then he turned his back, clutching his bloody nose.
Humans. It always looked easy at first, but then there's the body, the empty eyes, and the guilt.
He held his nose, trying to stop the bleeding.
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