"I must apologize for my impromptu kidnaping, but your superior sense of discernment left me no choice," said the stranger with a pretentious sense of politeness.
Buffy was too disoriented to identify her surroundings. Darkness was interrupted only by the unnatural flames of eerie candles that were positioned on a mantle adjoining the wall. The air quality was poor with a distinct pungent smell.
"I, on the other hand, am terrible with faces," said the stranger as he stepped forward now dressed in dark, ornate clothing.
"Oh, but I haven't introduced myself. Forgive me, my name is Abel Medrian. Servant of death at your call," he said with pride and a slight bow.
"Where am I?" questioned Buffy as her world slowly stopped spinning.
"Not one for small talk I see. You are currently in the study of my lair. Underground to be precise," answered Abel.
"Nice place you got here," Buffy said as her eyes adjusted to the low light.
Abel sat behind an intricate wooden desk and said, "Yes, well, we had to build around what was already down here a lot. You wouldn't believe how many things there are underneath this town."
"So, is this when you tell me all of your evil plans?" said Buffy now with her wits about her.
Abel replied with a maniacal laugh.
"That would be too easy for you, wouldn't it?" he said.
"Please make yourself at home," said Abel as he gestured to another equally intricate wooden chair. Buffy remained standing defiantly.
"Well as you so observantly said earlier I'm not one for small talk so if could you show me the door-" Buffy began.
"Come now," interrupted Abel, "I have practically no one to talk to down here since you've been so kind as to slay most of the vampire population of this town."
"What about your friend?" said Buffy with just a touch of spite.
"Who?. . . Oh! I'd be better off striking up a conversation with a zombie," Abel explained. His pretentious civility was quite convincing.
"So tell me, how is vampire slaying?" queried Abel.
"Long hours, bad pay," responded Buffy in jest. Abel let out a different, but equally twisted laugh.
After the laugh had petered out he advised, "You'd do best to consider a career change then."
Buffy stood silently.
"I know the whole drill. There exists in every generation one who is chosen. One who will stand against the vampires, the demons, and all my other nasties. You are that one. You were picked to bare the burden of an angstful existence and a brooding heart," preached Abel. Buffy didn't like where he was going with this.
Abel continued, "Yet you did not choose to be the whipping girl for the forces of good. There wasn't a chance in hell that you'd accept of your own free will the short tortured life you are now faced with. How is that just? I on the other hand chose to walk the dark paths I now tread. That's right a choice of my own. Why don't you make a choice of your own for once and give up this hopeless calling of vampire slaying?"
Buffy was quiet for a couple moments. Even with the transparency of Abel's offer a part of her actually wanted to buy it. She scrunched that part of her down somewhere near her large intestines and replied.
"No, thanks," she said simply.
"No, thanks?" questioned Abel in dismay.
"Is this the same way you ask girls out? 'Cause if it is you should know we don't like our lives being called pathetic," ridiculed Buffy.
Abel stood up quickly knocking his chair back into a wall. He was visibly annoyed.
"Oh, you don't like being told no?" taunted Buffy.
Abel answered with tight-lipped anger, "Know this: I am preparing the way for an army that is coming from a very, very bad place. It will conquer the earth. You can't stop me. You can't kill me. You can't even hurt me! I on the other hand I will turn your world inside out and let you live to suffer for all eternity."
"Great, it's a much better threat than the last couple dozen losers who just wanted to kill me," said Buffy mockingly.
Abel gave up with a disgusted gasp and reclined back into his chair. With a gesture of ease he let horrible fire leap from his hand. It formed a sort of path out beyond an open entryway.
He said matter-of-factly, "Follow the burning, tortured souls of hell to the exit."
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