The boy had fought hard—Adrious had to give
him credit for that.
What he had lacked in strength and skill,
he had made up for with
sheer determination. He had gone completely
berserk when Ohna
and a couple of her cronies had grabbed his
little girlfriend, the
auburn haired lass. If he hadn't been so outnumbered,
he might
actually have stood a chance against them.
He had certainly given
them a run for their money, nearly taking
down one of the young
fledglings before Adrious stepped in, knocking
the boy out cold
before he even knew the older vampire was
present. It was almost
a shame to kill him now—he might have become
a formidable foe
if given the chance. Fortunately, Adrious
didn't have a conscience.
He lifted the unconscious male and prepared
to feast, ignoring the
feeble protests of Ohna's captive.
"No," the Anointed One stopped him.
"But we don't need him!" Adrious objected.
"He wasn't with the
master when—"
"He raised the slayer. Death is too good for
him." Adrious
reluctantly set the young male back on the
floor. He watched
curiously as the demon child placed a hand
on the boy's chest
and uttered some words that he could not comprehend.
When
finished with the ritual, the Anointed again
acknowledged Adrious.
"I want him to suffer first."
Adrious could respect that. Besides, he could
always feed later.
He grinned as he picked up the older male
captive and carried him
from the ruins of the Sunnydale High Library.