Carnival of Souls by Holder Nancy

Author:Holder, Nancy [Holder, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-07-26T05:00:00+00:00

Buffy rammed her fist into the vampire’s face again. It was a bloody pulp.

Just like the faces of the three other vampires she had beaten … before she dusted them.

“You guys think you can hold out on me?” she demanded. “The Slayer?”

“N … no,” the vampire managed. It was a mess. Fairly new, and not a good fighter.

No challenge here.

She grabbed it by the arms and executed a mind-bendingly vicious knee strike to its groin.

The vampire howled.

“Remember this moment. No, wait. In about five minutes, you won’t be remembering anything. Because you’ll be a big pile of dust.”

She reached out her hand. Angel handed her the stake, running his hand up and down her arm as she got ready for the death blow.

“You have one more chance,” she said, showing the vamp the business end of the weapon. “Talk to me about the Rising.”

The vampire shook its head. “I just got here,” it insisted. “Came to town last night!”

She positioned the stake against its chest. “One more push and you fit in an ashtray,” she said.

“I don’t kno—”

Dusted!

The vampire exploded.

“God, it excites me to watch you fight,” Angel said, kissing her all crazy.

Crazy, crazy, crazy.

Then Angel hissed. He had vamped. He looked up at the sky and pulled Buffy into the alley beside Willy’s demonhangout bar.

“It’s getting light out,” she realized. “You have to go.” She pressed herself against him. “Now.”

“We have time.” He kissed her again. “Come on, we have time.”

Every part of her yearned to say yes. But she also knew it was too risky. In a few minutes Angel would be in grave danger from the sunlight. Willy couldn’t be trusted to keep him safe, and Buffy had to make an appearance at …

… home, she thought. Oh my God, I am so in trouble.

“Oh my God,” she said aloud.

“Is there a problem, ma’am?” came a voice from the other end of the alley. Woman, Southern twang.

Footsteps walked toward her and Angel.

“Hi,” Buffy said to the red-haired woman standing behind Angel. “Can I help you?”

Angel turned. “Claire,” he said.

The woman smiled. “Oh, hey. Evenin’. Fancy runnin’ into you in another dark alley.”

Buffy looked from the woman to Angel and back again. Her lip curved. Did this chick actually think Angel was interested in her?

“Let’s go,” she said, grabbing his hand.

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