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“Then how did you coenuinely interested Though I have to question his motives

“I was in the night club the other week, stuff happened, they tried to compel me and it didn’t work Ever since then I’ve found myself with some new,

strangely persistent friends”

“Oh I’m sure they’ve been very friendly,” says the slayer “They’re only interested in you because you pose a threat They need to discover why you’re immune to their compulsion so that they can make sure this ability of yours will never be replicated Don’t you knohat this ure out how to sie the e hunt forever No longer would they be able to colance of their eyes on ours”

“Hold up I never volunteered to help you Besides, I don’t think this is so that can be replicated, I think it’s unique to h I have no clue how uniqueI’m the answer to all his proble his lab rat, and I’m unsettled by the look of the zealot in his eyes

“Don’t you want to help defend huhter at his use of the words that anisation to which he is so dedicated

“Is that the DOH’snow “Sounds like the tag line to a cheesy action movie”

“I see you’ve already been swayed by them,” he replies with distaste “And you know very little of the race to which you are aligning yourself”

“Look, I’ myself with anyone, whatever friction there is between vampires and slayers is none of my concern But if I were to pick a side, I’roup of people who set out to destroy an entire race, even if they are a race of predators Would you shoot a lion just because its nature is to kill? It’s the way of the world for one species to prey upon another, you’re extreroup of e any of that”

The slayer looks at htly taken aback “No,” he says “I would not shoot a lion under normal circumstances But if that lion were to murderit dead” The look in his eyes is ht now, and as his words sink in a realisation hits uilty for it

“Did - did a vampire kill your family?” I ask cautiously He seems very worked up all of a sudden

“My reasons for doing what I do are none of your business Noill you at least consider assisting us?”

“I don’t know” I tell hiuilt I feel prompts me to add “I’ll think about it”

“That’s good enough for me,” he replies, instantly much more upbeat “I’ll see myself out,” he continues, and walks toward the door

“Wait, aren’t you going to tell me your name?” I ask hesitantly