Willow and Oz sat chatting happily at a high table in the club known as the Bronze. The stools they sat on lended themselves to the comfort they felt with each other. It was quite a Friday night with a good band playing, the dance floor crowded, and two sweethearts reunited.
Buffy entered the only cool place in town both tired and bored from the monotanous task of patrolling. She spotted her two friends thoroughly caught up with each other and began to head the other way so as not to disturb them. Before she could, however, she was spotted and Willow waved in recognition.
"Hey, you two look cozy," greeted Buffy as she leaned on their table. She didn't occupy an available stool as she still did not wish to get in their way.
"You wouldn't believe some of the stuff that happend to Oz while his band toured," said Willow enthusiastically.
"Willow exaggerates my stories just a bit. I'm sure it's been just as interesting here for you guys," shrugged off Oz. No one said a word to confirm Oz's statement.
"Right?" he queried.
"In a word: no," acknowledged Buffy.
"Slayer thing been getting you down, huh?" asked Oz.
"Yeup, Giles has got me out doing the whole Slayer thing every night," Buffy said just a tad grumbling.
"Oh, but these necromancers are new and interesting. . . well, they're at least new aren't they?" offered Willow.
"I don't know, saving the world gets pretty dull and samey after awhile," commented Buffy.
"So, wait, if Giles has you out patrolling every night then why aren't you hitting the streets right now?" Oz inquired.
"It was pretty quiet out so I thought I'd call it a night early," explained Buffy.
In an alley behind the converted wearhouse that was the Bronze a muffled echo of the music being played inside could be heard. A dapper young man who was out "crusin' for chicks" approached his destination eagerly. A rustling noise attracted his turned head toward some garbage leaning against an old, run down building.
Uninterested, the young man turned back and resumed his strut-like walk. Again the noise presented itself. He thought it best to ignore its persistence. As the noise came yet a third time he conceded and looked over his shoulder to see nothing, but the garbage again. Abruptly, a large, muscular hand stabbed the air in front of his face and grasped itself on top of his mouth. His eyes widend and he tried to let out a scream, but only a wimper of sound was bellowed. The struggles that he put up to fend off his attacker could not compare to the strength of the vice that was upon him.
A face drew in close to him and his eyes strained to see the outstretched fangs and horrible visage of Puritan. The victim's eyes drew even wider as he saw the end to his insignifigant life personified. With a terrible hiss Puritan thrusted his head forward and bit deep into the young man's burly neck. His feeding was quick and as the young man's eyes rolled back he let him drop to the murky ground.
Puritan's hunger was great. This boy didn't satisfy it. He looked down upon his victim without a thought in his head, he was driven purely by instincts now.
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