“I’m a walking bruise today. I don’t see a scratch on you.”

His voice broke off and suspicion flared. “No bruises. Stronger than a human ... how?”

“I told you; I’m the Slayer. Healing, speed, strength without those unsightly, bulging biceps - all part of the package. What is all this?”

Riley’s eyes had lost any tenderness. “I’m thinking it’s me capturing a new breed of  HST.”

The charge from his taser flowed through her, pulling her down into darkness and pain.

Spike could have told her how much it hurt, but that was one question she’d never bothered to ask.




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