By Moadine
For Disclaimer and Author's Notes, see the Prologue.
Chapter Five:
“All right. One hundred bucks and guaranteed safety for the day to the first vamp who can tell me where the Slayer is.”
The vampires were confident that their numbers could overwhelm him, but when he dusted the first two vamps without even breathing hard, they rethought their strategy. Each started yelling out different locations.
“She went overseas.”
“Montreal.”
“Miami.”
“Belize.”
Spike’s brow creased together in frustration. Then, he too changed tactics. “All right. New game: one hundred bucks and guaranteed safety from me for the day to the first vamp who can tell me where the nearest hellmouth is, besides what used to be Sunnydale.”
For a moment, the vamp nest was silent as each hurriedly tried to think of the nearest hellmouth. They were younger vamps; most of them had thought Sunnydale to be the only hellmouth.
Then one spoke up. “Cleveland!”
The others groaned and Spike took that to mean the answer was correct. Immediately, and with little trouble, he dusted all the other vampires, excluding only the vampire who had given him his answer. Grinning, he threw the vamp his money and walked out into the daylight.
On to Chapter 6
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