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The Gauru stands there, dripping in drool and anger and all. His claws come up like jungle daggers, but only close to his jaw. He releases a growl at the girl, wondering why she has not run off in fear. He brings his head closer to hers and takes another sniff, a closer sniff of her. His demeanor shifts. He almost looks as if he is smiling.

“Looks like you picked her well, old one.” Instead of words, however, the girl heard growls getting deeper.

Finally, he falls to all fours, raises his back to spring out his fur and then leaned toward her, releasing a tremendous howl.

He quickly rises from all fours. The beast tilts his head as he continues to stare at her. He wasn’t sure whether to be impressed that she did not flee in terror or to bite her head off for insulting a creature that far surpasses her species. With one quick motion, his hand rushes toward the girl and slams her against a wall to a neighboring building.

“That will teach you better manners, stupid human,” he thought.

While on his hind legs, he stands tall, releasing another howl into the night sky. A whack from something as strong and as fierce as a Gauru would easily kill a person. Lucky for her, he was not using his full strength. Think of it like a cat playing with a mouse. Regardless of his desires to shred her to bits, he knew that she would lead him to the girl with their seal. He had orders to find her.

The war-like beast brings out his deadly blades for claws once again and waits for the girl to rise.

Kennedy’s screams echo through the open door. She can feel the burning from her right hand all over again. Her heart wanted to jump of her through and runaway into the arms of her haven: Willow. She can feel it erupting inside the pit of her soul.

Whatever they did to her, she can feel the lashes of their ritual. Her arms tremble as if a seizure was taking place. The insane look fades out as fear finally pierces through her eyes. She glances at the young man beside her, eyes wide, tears still dripping off her cheeks. She clutches onto his shirt, trying to regain control.

“Bu-Bu-Bu…” She let’s go as she grips her right wrist tight enough to squeeze it off. Her jaw drops as the hurt continues to emerge. The emblem on her right hand glistens, but now a little sizzle accompanies it. Kennedy glares at the mark, aching with every stare.

“…Bu-Bu-Bu...” She can't say it.

Xoey shrugged. "It is humanity's time for the world. Someday that will pass also, and new creatures will rise." She beat on the table with her hands while she talked. "Demons being killed by demons. Makes my job twice as easy."

Xoey simply nodded. What else was she to think? She had had the innate Slayer ability to sense demons ever since she had become Chosen. Or, perhaps not Chosen, as she wasn't exactly picked out, and an uncountable amount of other girls also got their gifts. Still, it had given purpose to her until-then aimless life, and that made her better off. She was happier now. Wasn't she? The Slayer slowly ate her slice of pizza, neither one of the two speaking until every last piece of food was off the table and Xoey, with a sufficient buzz, was drinking pop through a straw.

She slowly took out the tight braids that were forming two pigtails on either side of her head, letting the black hair hang down loosely. The otherwise-straight hair was wavy from having been tied all day. Sufficiently comfortable she leaned back and looked at Atticus. "So, how do you want to do this? Quick and painless, or do you want to go honorably in a fight to the death?" This whole thing had been exceptionally nice for her. Perhaps she'd been lonely, with no one... but it was still a better life, and she was happier for it.

Willow and Dawn headed to Willow's snazzy little Mini-Cooper.
"So, Dawnie-pie, where are we off to?"

Phoenix was tired of waiting on Steph to get her a** in gear, and decided to just go patrolling on her own.
Having no car.. still.. and Connor being nowhere to be found, she figured she was walking the mile or so into the center of town.
And being full of pent up energy, a jog was in order, she thought, as she laced up her Nike's, then grabbed a light jacket and bounced on down the street.

She stares in amazement.

"Well, you're not walking away, you gigantic furball from hell"....
Buffy ran after the monstrous thing, intending on finishing her job. Leaping in the air, she landed on his back, piggyback style, then thought, oh crap.