"Where are we going?" impatiently asked the vampire that had been given bodyguard duties. He was part of a small entourage consisting of Abel on the point and a few zombies tagging along behind. This tireless group prowled the dark, early morning of Sunnydale.
"We are going shopping. Could you hand me that crow bar?" answered Abel. A zombie produced the requested hooligan tool and the vampire delivered it to its destination.
"Thank you," said Abel politely. He used the device on a large, red metal box with no success.
"Could you give it a try? Elbow grease was never really my forte," requested Abel. He made way for his brawnier companion who made short work of the task.
"Thank you again," reiterated Abel as he peered into the contents of the box. A sign stated the equipment as the property of a mall security agency. Abel looked at it with contemplation at how he would disarm this high tech system. He drew back slightly and laid waste to the multi-thousand dollar equipment with hellfire.
"That ought to work," Abel stated assuredly.
The midnight party made their way to the entrance of the mall which was soon openend in a similar manner. Abel and company preceded to the young men's section of a department store with due haste.
Meanwhile a restless Buffy Summers could not attain a desired state of sleep. She lay awake preoccupied with an odd feeling. Was it a sense of guilt for ending patrol early and hanging at the Bronze? Could it be an intuitive warning of iminent danger? She couldn't tell, but she had a solution for both. She got up and began getting dressed in preperation of a quick climb out of her bedroom window and then some spirited roaming of the streets of Sunnydale.
"I like it!" proclaimed Abel back in the mall. He examined the solitary figure that was his image dressed with newly aquired clothing in a department store mirror. The vampire standing next to him projected no reflection.
"This world has quite a sense of fashion," Abel said admirably. He placed his hands in his pockets and turned first to his right then to his left. He freed his hands quickly to pick up a pair of shoes that caught his eye.
"Oh, these look quite nice!" declared Abel as he looked them over up close.
"Go see if they have these in size tens," he ordered as he tossed them into the unexpecting arms of his bodyguard vampire.
"Why me?" questioned the vampire.
"It seems I've sent all the zombies off on other tasks," observed Abel while he looked around.
The vampire growled in displeasure, but he went off in search of a pair of shoes for his master anyway.
"You are being impulsive and juvenile," Buffy told herself as she took easy steps on a quiet Sunnydale sidewalk. She resolved to stay in bed the next time she couldn't sleep.
Not a soul stirred as a crescent moon added its light to that of an overhead streetlight. An odd sight broke up the lonely moonlight serenade. A figure was walking toward Buffy with a bag like that from a department store in each hand.
"I didn't know any stores were open this late," Buffy whispered into the moist early morning air.
The figure closed and then passed while Buffy realized its true identity of a zombie by its absent face and its methodical walk.
"He's shopping," realized Buffy aloud. She let out a restrained laugh.
"They didn't have any size tens so I got you a pair of nine and a halfs and a pair of ten of halfs," stated Abel's accompanying vampire. He tossed down two shoeboxes on a table and a security guard clad corpse with two holes in its neck upon the floor.
"You had time to get a snack I see," observed Abel. The vampire replied with an evil smile.
"You know what, I like this color better," Abel informed as he handed another pair of shoes to his would be protector. The vampire's grin turned into an exasperated expression as he turned to head back to the stock room.
Abel continued examining the displayed articles of clothing before him with great interest. He was throughly and enthusastically entertained by the merchandise available.
"Hold it right there!" exclaimed a frightend mall security guard as he aimed his sidearm shakily at Abel's center of mass. He looked down at the body of his fallen comrade then back up at Abel.
"Don't try anything!" he yelled, but Abel already made paces in his direction. Fearing for his own life he fired one shot that hit Abel squarely. The sudden force knocked Abel back and he fell scrunched up against a display case. Still in shock at having to take a life, the security guard slowly approached the two corpses.
Abel got up quite abruptly. To the security guard's horror the wound he had just inflicted on Abel now closed up before his very eyes.
"That was very," Abel's sentence lingered as he searched for a word.
"Compelling," he finished. The security guard could not believe his eyes. As Abel approached him he fired multiple shots into Abel's torso which all healed nearly instantously. No acknowledgement of pain was given. The guard backstepped in terror to match Abel's forward progress.
With Abel just a few feet away and closing the security guard was too preoccupied to notice what lay in his backwards path. That was particularly unfortunate since a vampire that had abandoned his cargo of a pair of shoes waited ready to pounce. Abel managed to reach their unwitting victim first and he calmly took advantage of his proximity by removing the guard's firearm from his hand.
Now disarmed, the security guard turned and ran right into the awaiting arms of a still hungry vampire. As cries of of pain and anguish permeated the scene Abel looked himself over to survey the damage inflicted.
"Damnation! He ruined this shirt," Abel grumbled.
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