Ethan could hear the girl struggling in the back seat. This one was particularly feisty. He had even had to gag her because she wouldn’t quit screaming. He had been a little started when people began rushing out the back door of the establishment, but it didn’t matter now. They hadn’t seen him, at least not his face, and they weren’t a threat.
It was coming, and nothing, not even the mighty slayer and her friends could stop it. After tonight it would be ready. It would bring Sunnydale and soon the whole word to their knees. Ethan laughed a little. He could taste the power and glory it would bring him.
Ethan licked his lips. He drove to the motel. He’d forgotten a jacket and even in the California summer, the desert was chilly.
He was in no hurry. It wouldn’t mind if he were a little late. Besides, this was his last night to feed it. No longer would he be the servant. Ethan was prepared to be the master.
When he parked in the motel lot he turned and whispered to his captive, “I’ll only be a minute dear. You needn’t worry. This ordeal will be over soon.” When she didn’t make an attempt to reply, Ethan climbed out of his car and headed to the room.
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