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[Demetrius Bane]

It was dark and the moon was hidden behind heavy clouds. It was as though she were afraid to show herself, worried about what the night might bring. Streetlamps lined the roads; their light was feeble in the darkness, like the light of hope hanging over Sunnydale residents. How poetic. Even the town knew that it was lost, beyond any kind of salvation. The vampire, brown haired and grey eyed, the only creature trying his luck in the shadows moved with stealth through the streets. These were streets he had never walked before but it wasn’t hard to navigate a town that reeked of vampires. Not just any vampires either but Auralius vampires. They made it no secret that they had claimed the town and their scent was everywhere. If he’d been a smarter man maybe the dark haired vampire would have left the town, fled and made his way somewhere else in the states. Instead he continued forward, as if his legs did not listen to his mind.

Expensive shoes kicked up loose concrete as he walked and Bane was well aware that his foot falls echoed in the silence. What he was also aware of was that silence did not automatically mean he was alone. The vampire assumed that if The Master had a problem with his being there, it would be sometime before anyone threatening came to remove him. First would be the fleet of weaklings, his strength being misjudged and when they failed to return, there would be the insult of killing a childe of The Master whether immediate or not; this was something Bane knew would not go unchallenged. He would then likely face an underling of higher stature, before finally being allowed the honour of fighting a much closer descendant of the aged vampire. However, Demetrius Bane had not come to Sunnydale in search of a fight. In fact he hadn’t even come here to meet The Master though he supposed it would be a plus, if it didn’t get him killed. He’d come to Sunnydale because a vampire in New York had told him it was home to a Slayer, now don’t get me wrong Bane had never beaten a slayer. Faced one, yes but beaten one? It had ever really crossed his mind to try. So he had come here to watch her, maybe get to know how Slayers move, how they work. She was of course The Master’s to do with as he pleased, then again he wouldn’t be too upset if someone else removed the slayer sizes thorn from his side.

Turning his head the vampire caught the scent of The Master, it was stronger than else where in the town and he let his body twist to follow the scent. His legs carried him to the open mouth of an alleyway. It was wide enough for a van to pass down it and on the far left was a skip, so full of rubbish that it sat open the pungent smell of decay filling the alley. Staying as far from the offensive odour as he could Bane started down the alley, an eerie feeling of being watched played on his paranoia and the vampire twisted his head to take in his surroundings once more. When he was sure there was nobody lingering in the shadows, the confident Irishman laid a hand on the large door in front of him. Bane had two choices. He could run now or he could make his presence known. He had, in the past met other vampires or higher stature than himself and he knew the correct way to address them. Demetrius had, once or twice even been considered polite.

Quelling the negative urge to leave the vampire raised a fist and banged lightly on the door, he didn’t wait for a reply but gave enough time for The Master – should he be in, to make a decision as to what to do if this was not someone he wanted to associate with. The last thing he wanted was to take a vampire as powerful as The Master by surprise.

The Bronze itself was shadowy and dark, Bane imagined that it looked very much the same way in its hay-day long before it had been made in to a hangout for the undead. Only it would be ripe with the smell of hormonally charged teenagers, the intoxicating scent of lust that follows all adolescents must have made this building a hot spot for demon activity. Now, it stood quietly filled with the overwhelming scent of an unfamiliar family. An underlying whiff of rat crept up his nostrils and the vampire smiled slightly. Well, it was nice to see that in all his glory the powerful vampire had not succumbed to human comforts.

Bane was stood in the centre of the large building, his eyes were focused ahead of him but his ears were listening for any evidence of someone approaching. He would not be taken by surprise, nor would he allow them to make an idiot out of him.

[+The Master]

A small sigh escaped the lips of The Master as his bat like features twisted into what could only be considered a glare of the darkest kind. It seemed that the white hats had recently gotten it into their heads that the rules had changed just because a new slayer had arrived in town and that had been one of his favourite minions too. The Vampire who had just delivered him the latest news on the idiots was standing before him quivering pathetically probably frightened that he was going to be staked, or worse for delivering to him such horrible news. However luckily for the imbecile The Master wasn’t in the mood for such antics tonight, oh how he missed Rosenberg and even to an extent the Harris boy. They were always such fun to watch when it came to situations like that. Turning fully to face the vampire a small glare makes it way to his disfigured face before he chooses to speak. “Leave me before I decide that my boredom is so great that I need to do something unpleasant to you to rid myself you.” A small smile makes its way to his features before he continues. “Not that I need an excuse to torture” Once he finished speaking the young minion having a certain sense of self perseverance left the room quickly before The Master indeed decided to make his idea a reality. Oh yes indeed most vampires around here had the sense to know not to take his threats lightly.

Despite the rather mild annoyance only moments earlier the matter was in what I suppose you could consider a rather tranquil mood. The night was young, well at least by his standards after all it was two in the morning which though if you were to ask a human they would say it was pretty late, but then who cares about the opinion of such disgusting animals. He chose to ignore the fact that he himself a long, long time was also one of those animals. After all it had been over a thousand years and he had very little memories of being a human. From what he had seen this happened to most vampires at one point usually sometime around their five hundredth birthday though of course this depended on the vampire in question. At the thought of the slayer a small smile made its way into The Master’s features despite what many thought her presence didn’t overly bother him. For one thing, if she proved herself too meddlesome which he knew that one day soon she would he could easily kill her, really there was no question of that. As well as that she was by most of his kind’s standards a rather tough enemy which meant that she gave his childe some training. They had become much too weak in his opinion, not having a proper opponent to fight in quite a long time. And well his decision to move the orders home from beneath the surface to nearer to the humans meant that many of them were partaking in human luxuries previously forbidden to them. They thought he didn’t know, but like with most things he did.

Ooh interesting! A small smile made its way into The Master batty features as the scent of an unfamiliar vampire scent made its way towards his home. It had been a long time since others of his kind had dared to try and do such a thing and this one had better have another excuse. Otherwise he was going to make them suffer and in a rather gruesome way for that matter. It had been quite a while since he had tried his favourite little trick of pulling out an eyeball of those who displeased him and quite frankly he was in the mood to do so tonight. You see no matter how good of a mood he was in moments before. The ancient vampire was always more than willing to hand out suffering to those who deserved it. He continued to just sit there staring out the window his heightened sense of sight allowing him to make out the figure in the distance. He was utterly immobile and if someone else were to enter the room right now they would likely think that the old vampire was asleep. He knew it would be quite a while before any of the other vampires present would pick up on the others scent most likely when he first knocked on the door. After all he was barely picking up on it and that was with the superior sense of smell granted to him due to his very old age even by vampire standards. Oh how he sometimes loved just how far he had gotten in terms of his power.

Finally the anticipated knock at the door came. Moving out of his seat he quickly got to the other side of the room and opened the door to be greeted by the sight of several of his childe directly or otherwise snarling at the obvious unexpected intrusion. He merely with a wave of his hand signalled them to back off. He would deal with this one on his own. After all he had plans as to what to do with this one, if he wasn’t provided a good enough excuse for his presence. His movements were graceful and elegant having the misleading appearance of being slow while in reality he was actually moving rather quickly. Watching as the figure came through the door a small wicked smile made its way to his figures this one had nerve. He would certainly give him that. Finally reaching several footsteps of the other he knew quite well that he was quite intimidating looking. With his bat like figures contorted into what could easily be seen as a disapproving expression and his body language hostile though still somewhat relaxed. After all this one was no real threat to him. “Welcome child. What brings you to this neck of the woods? I thought you would know that a number of dark nasty things go bump in the night.” A small chuckle escaped him as he realized just how condescending he was sounding talking about the dark creatures that went bump in the night to well a dark creature that went bump in the night. His words however were chilling and quite frankly most would have probably flinched at the tone.

His face once more twisted into a wicked grin before speaking once more, “Do you know what I do to naughty children such as yourself who enter my dwelling without permission. Would you like to know?” His tone was just as dark before, but also held a hint of amusement. It would be interesting to see just how this one responded to his words.

[Demetrius Bane]

The sounds of other vampires echoed in his ears, they had to be children of The Master. He supposed that every vampire living in the Bronze was one of his childe. Bane’s grey eyes shifted once more ensuring that he wasn’t being approached from behind, it would really fuck him over if he got ambushed.

He hadn’t waited long; it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes when he saw it coming. There was a weird grace to the older vampire’s movements and if Demetrius had been a human he might have thought it was a giant bat coming towards him. The demon was intimidating and perhaps it was because he was old, a vampire doesn’t get to be that old by being lucky. The Master knew what he was doing; he knew how to command loyalty. Demetrius wasn’t sure if it was fear or respect that kept the vampires here, begging for some thread of acceptance. It was funny, it made the younger vampire feel sick that they could act so pathetically but at the same time he had to admire The Master for his sheer dominance. There was no denying that his mere presence demanded submission from you, but Demetrius was nobodies bitch.

Tensing the younger vampire waited unmoving until The Master had come to a halt in front of him. The bat like vampire caused the hairs on his neck to stand on end and Bane subconsciously flexed his muscles. Demetrius waited, he had all the time in the world – well at least until it came too close to sunrise; he couldn’t risk being thrown out to the mercy of the sun. The vampire wasn’t going to let his senior know he was intimidated, he’d heard stories about The Master and he was well aware of what he was capable of. The sight of him didn’t put him off guard at all, the Irish vampire had known what he was stepping into when he’d knocked on the door and granted he hesitated, but he came anyway. He hoped The Master would give him credit for being ballsy, if nothing else.

The tension rose in Demetrius’ belly as The Master began to speak; the old vampire’s voice was far gentler than Bane had imagined it would be. Then again ones voice never really did give away the true intentions, it was the eyes that you had to watch; but then Demetrius tried to hide the emotion in his own eyes. The young demon preferred to hide all emotion, it made things somewhat more interesting in the long run and concealed intentions often meant a longer life.

“Welcome child. What brings you to this neck of the woods? I thought you would know that a number of dark nasty things go bump in the night.”

Demetrius let a smile play on his lips, his grey eyes moving to meet The Masters. There was no defiance there, more a deep sea of nonchalance. The vampire, who in a room with the average vampire was more than likely to be the oldest, felt incredibly juvenile as The Master addressed him. “Aye, so I’ve heard.” Demetrius shifted his gaze, his eyes travelling the room for any of The Master’s disciples. When he was satisfied, once more that the pair were alone he turned again to watch the old vampire. His Sire had always told him that The Master was the be all and end all of the vampire world. Was it so bad that Bane wanted to see that for himself. He’d always wondered what would happen if he wandered on to the older demon’s territory, call it what you like Demetrius enjoyed the fear that prickled up his spine. It had been too long since he’d been face to face with someone who could kill him.

“Do you know what I do to naughty children such as yourself who enter my dwelling without permission. Would you like to know?”

The vampire did not move, his eyes did not shift from the older creature’s. Allowing his smile to widen slightly Demetrius slipped his hands in to his pockets. He was confident. He knew what The Master would do to him should he become bored of the company and he had a few things welling up in his chest to say. However Demetrius had always felt he had a good head on his shoulders, as such he didn’t let the words slip out. Instead the younger demon, who out of respect had of course entered the building wearing the demon’s face, raised an invisible brow. “Does that always work?” Demetrius’ grey eyes held firm to The Master’s and he ran his tongue along his fangs. “I’ve always wondered. Do ya torture one to keep the others in line?” Demetrius was ready for whatever came of his question, perhaps the old man would humour him, maybe he’d get an answer. It wasn’t like he had anything to lose. If The Master didn’t want him there he probably wouldn’t leave alive anyway. After all, what man enters the lion’s den expecting to come out the victor?

[[I realise his eyes are actually amber right now because he's in 'vamp face' but I was a bit shattered when I wrote this so I apologise on that front.]]

[+The Master]

Had The Master been close enough at the time to use his mild mind reading abilities he likely would have pretended to praise the young vampire for his assumption before it slowly turning into one of his casual mockings? Of course all of the children in the bronze were his childes. In some cases such as Darla or Anthony they were his direct descendants whilst in others such as Drusilla and Spike they were not his direct childe, but certainly close to him in the family tree of the Aurelius order. While a number of the vampires who worked for him in Sunnydale were not members of his direct family, but members of the Order of Aurelius. These vampires were not permitted to sleep in The Bronze where he himself inhabited. After all vampires were not known for their loyalty and well, if upstart young vampires were ever going to dare and try something against him. It would be when he is asleep and most vulnerable. He hadn’t lived to his great age today from making rookie mistakes such as that. Instead most of the Sunnydale vampire population was spread all over Sunnydale with some living in crypts while others kept to their formal home beneath the ground.

Cold eyes lock in with those of the young vampire before him. They were cruel eyes and were penetrating to the point that most thought that he could see in to their very soul when he looked at him. Not that those who had souls tended to stay alive long after looking into the eyes of The Master. A chuckle came from the figure as he thought to himself that he really was like the Basilisk a creature that once you didn’t look in the eyes you didn’t have long to live. “I sense fear, but also a small hint of resistance. That is good young one that you have a certain level of independence, but I’d be careful when you allow that side of you to take control, if you want to live past 500.” His words were spoken slowly and had such a tone to them that it really would be hard for the other to tell whether he was joking, being serious or a mixture between the two. The truth of the matter was he was simply giving the young one a handy piece of advice whether he took it, or not well that mattered little to Heinrich. After all though he no longer had the same lust for the kill that the younger creatures of the night did, he did still enjoy the feeling of an incompetent vampire turning to dust at his hand. That’s right no one vampire or otherwise was immune to his sadism.

Oh the master did give him the credit that he so desperately desired. Then again though he knew he shouldn’t he had always had a little bit of respect for those vampires that at least dared to act less than absolutely terrified in his presence. After all that was one of the reasons that he had liked Angelus before the little idiot had gone and got himself a soul. Well that and the artistic elegance he displayed in his killings. He really was as he was known for saying a number of times the most savage creature he had ever known. Ah if the demon had thought that the eyes were the means to reading the intentions of other people. Then he clearly hadn’t met the master. When you looked into his eyes they were dark like a never ending row of darkness. Perhaps the reason for this was that he was so experienced at hiding his emotions that he now did it without even thinking about it, or who knows maybe the myth that the eyes are away of seeing a persons very soul were true and in the case of The Master one did not exist. Even compared to his fellow vampires The Master had little humanity within him. Most of it burned out during his years as a vampire and that was the way he liked it. He preferred to think of himself as a pure demon than a former member of the filth that was humanity. “You know, if you’re trying to read my emotions from my eyes you’re wasting your time. You’d have a better chance picking up from my voice” And so he would which was evident by the amused tone that his words held. For now the young one was safe, for now.

A small chuckle escaped from him at the others next word. With his bat like features and rather crooked yellow teeth this was a rather creepy sight indeed. “Well at least someone seems to have the sense to teach you a little about the world around you. You would be amazed by the amount of people who know so little about what is out there. Even those who should…” He finished his words on that rather ambiguous note. There were a number of possibilities he was sure that the other would come up with. One of them was that he was alluding to the slayer in town, which in a way was true. The little bitch obviously had no idea what she was up against, if she chose to settle herself within his town, or he could possibly be referring to members of his own kindred. He hadn’t left the other with a definite answer nor had he any intention of telling him so later. “So I am thinking… If you already know about what goes bump in the night and you have come to face me. Then you have to be incredibly brave, have a death wish, or have some information which could be of use to me… So then which one is it going to be?” His words were questioning, but in a sense also threatening. He wouldn’t like to be in the others boots, if he dared give a wrong answer.

Moving slightly away from the other and positioned himself in a chair facing Demetrius. He looked at the other as he spoke not bothering to offer him a seat. After all why should he bother to try and make the other comfortable especially when he hadn’t made up his mind yet, as to whether or not he was going to leave the place alive? Narrowing his eyes after the other finished speaking he decided to give him an answer. “I can tell you. If you tried such a thing it wouldn’t work, nor would it for most vampires. But you know what works best of all for keeping other people in line.” Smirking a little he moved quite as lightening out of his chair and with quite a precise aim sent a kick to the others chest which should be strong enough to send him flying into the nearest wall. “Making sure that they know that you are good on what you are saying.” He continued as though he hadn’t just made a move on the other which would likely leave a bruise in the morning. Looking at the other he was curious to see his response.

[Sorry it took so long. Some stuff came up]

[Demetrius Bane]

Demetrius listened as the other man spoke, his eyes never leaving the older vampire. He wasn't stupid enough to allow the elder vampire to gain anymore of an advantage, like that of surprise. In an attempt to not allow his thoughts to show on his face the young vampire cleared his mind. He freed it of any thoughts that might present themselves and it made the intake of information somewhat easier.

Advice from such an old creature was worth taking and as such the younger man stored it in the back of his mind, he'd come back to it later. His eyes shifted for a brief moment, conscious of just how much the Master knew without having to be told. He had always wondered if for a vampire age made you more intuitive, in contrast of course to the weakness of aging in humans. Age seemed to be a blessing to vampires. The older you are the more you are aware of, well, everything. The Master was proof of this, and definitely the oldest vampire he had met.

A small well of pride built in his stomach at the older vampire's words, his Sire was not the best but she took special care to make sure he knew of the world he had entered in to. She had spared no time ensuring that he was well versed in the most infamous of his kind whether he was ever to meet them or not was then up to him. The young vampire, who in retrospect, had once or twice been called old. Shifted awkwardly beneath the stare of the older demon. He felt for a moment as though something were crawling under his skin and the flesh became irritated, he knew of course that it was nerves, something he had not felt in a very long time. It would have, should he have been alive, sent the adrenaline rushing through his body but as a corpse he missed out on most of those human pleasures. Although, thankfully not all of them.

To be honest Bane hadn't expected to be questioned and it took him a little off guard. Pausing and letting the words hang in the air for a moment the vampire smiled slightly. "To be honest, I was hoping to lend my services." His grey eyes scoured the room swiftly before returning to The Master's face. There was nothing but darkness staring back at him and Demetrius could respect that, emotion was a weakness before it could ever be considered a strength. It made sense for the vampire before him to hide it away. "I was under the impression, that the Slayer was in town. I didn't feel it would be right for me to jus' hunt her without first getting permission from the vampire in charge." He bowed his head slightly in a gesture of respect.

Demetrius was about to speak when a pain surged through his chest and he collided with the wall on the far side of the building. Pulling himself to his feet the vampire let out a low growl, he respected the other demons power and his role in the little game of cat and mouse between the ancient demon and the young Slayer. The Master may be able to walk all over his own childer and the residence of this god forsaken town but Demetrius would not be dominated. Stalking forward the brown haired demon let a smile smile play on his lips. "Well ya certainly know how to make a fella feel welcome." Rubbing his chest Demetrius knew better than to try and fight the older demon, even if he did somehow over power him he would have to contend with his offspring. Vampires may not be the most loyal creatures but they have great survival instincts. Or at least, for the most part.

[+The Master]

Had the Master the ability to truly read minds and know your every sub-conscious thought as he so desired he would have come to the conclusion that the young one was right about one thing that age was a blessing rather than a curse to vampires. You see unlike humans who were faced with the ultimate weakness of impending death who had to watch as their flesh decayed, their senses lessened until the point where their bodies are just too weak to go on. Vampire’s bodies only continue to grow stronger with age their senses heighten and the demon within them gets to take more control as they wipe the weakness of humanity out of them. Oh how he loved being a vampire. Looking at the young vampire. He found it quite disconcerting that he was harder to read than most of the vampires he was accustomed to though then again he reasoned that long time exposure would make telling their moods apart much easier for him.

Though the Master did not have the actual ability to read ones thought he smirked as the others emotions started to become more open to him. So he was nervous was he? Ah well of course it made sense for him to be after all he was in the presence of someone who in a heart beat could effortlessly shove a stake through his heart, or behead him. Whichever one was handier really… However he wasn’t ready to do such a thing either. So you’re probably wondering how he could tell this? Well there was the way in which the other moved it was almost with too much confidence in a way, the way that one acted when they were trying to cover something up. Well that and him imaging how he would feel, if the situation was switched. Though it had been a long time since The Master had meet any vampires who were as old compared to him as he was to this young one and most of those he had met in his youth were dead by this stage, if not all of them. “I guess I must be feeling incredibly generous this evening because I am going to give you one other piece of advice… You want to try and be confident when you’re nervous. Don’t put so much effort in to it. It only makes it obvious that you’re trying to cover for something.” His words were spoken gently with a certain emphasis placed on each word as he spoke them which should make it hard for the other to tell whether he was mocking him or not.

At the others next words The Master let out a huge laugh. It was loud and screechy almost like the creature who his bat like features resembled. Though he didn’t often laugh and certainly not as openly as he just did he had decided that this young one was of amusement. “You serve me? What makes you think that I need your service when I have the service of a number of my childe. Go on impress me think of this as your job interview if you will.” His last words were spoken with a certain level of distain at comparing something that he himself was doing to such a grossly human procedure. At the next words his ears perked up, so this one was hoping to deal with the slayer in town was he? Oh how interesting “Your impression would be right. Reports from some of my followers who have fought slayers before tell me that she is prettier than the last one. Not that something as trivial as their physical appearance matters anyway.” In his opinion never a truer word had been spoken. After all a vampire who had feelings for a slayer. The ancient vampire couldn’t think of anything more grossly perverted. “As for the hunt you may try though I should warn you that I have heard that she is the best of her kind we have had in a while. Her fighting style is adaptive and she doesn’t seem to have adapted a particular style. I have yet to decide whether she poses such a threat that I need to deal with her myself, or whether I should just leave one of the others to do it. What do you think should I add slayer number eight to my list?”

The young vampire’s response to his assault was amusing to say the least though he could hear the growls of many of the younger members of his order through the wall. Many of them were likely amused by the sound of the impact though probably also wondering why he hadn’t just killed the young vampire yet. “Oh you’re right about that. I certainly do. I have been told that my matters are absolutely exquisite. As a point of warning I can hear many of my young childe contemplating on the best way to torture you before killing you when I grow bored of you…” The first parts of his words were spoken sarcastically while the second were more casual rather than as though he had just subtly threatened the other. Making himself quite comfortable The Master watches the other with his eyebrow arched awaiting a response.

[Demetrius Bane]

[[Sorry for the late reply some stuff came up.]]

The room was just as desolate as it had been when the vampire had first entered it. Even with both demons standing within its walls, and the snarls of the elder vampire’s childer there was an eerie emptiness to the building. Then again perhaps it was because the inhabitants were dead that the building lacked the buzz of life most accommodation has. There was a stillness in the air that Demetrius could not ignored, even as a vampire, knowing little could kill him the stillness managed to unnerve him. It wasn’t the same lack of life that travelled within most vampiric dwellings; it was something more – something sinister. Strangely it was something he had not noticed when he first entered The Bronze, this stillness had crept up on him only showing itself when he was too far in to turn around and go home to what scarcely passed as a home, even to a vampire.

Demetrius was a confident human and had subsequently become a confident demon. It was nothing to do with what he thought he could do, but more the things he knew he was capable of. Sometimes, I suppose, you could say his confidence is misplaced and that he has stepped in far over his head; learning to run before he has learned to walk. In this case, that term of phrase might just be right. Bane’s confidence did not waver as he stared the older demon down. Nor did he dwell on the slight pain in his chest. Stubbornness in the younger vampire’s very core did not allow him to back down to anyone when he felt it was a direct challenge, except perhaps if the challenge might cost his life.

The words that slipped from The Master’s lips did not comfort the young vampire at all. In fact they made a small flame of anger burn in his stomach. There had been many times in his life when he had been told about overconfidence. Overconfidence was not something Demetrius faced. Of course he was nervous; he was facing an ancient vampire that could kill him, on said vampire’s territory. It was suicidal. That fact did not take anything from the vampire’s confidence; Demetrius was confident enough that if push came to shove he could kill a good number of The Master’s offspring and make a run for it if he had to. Bane didn’t think that a vampire such as this one would spare his time to kill someone he felt was so much below him. Something Bane liked to believe was vampiric snobbery.

The little game they had been playing was becoming increasingly tedious and the young vampire decided it was now or never to play his hand. Like in poker you have a chance to bluff, to trick your opponent with bravado and hope that your acting is good enough that they will fold. In this instant Demetrius wasn’t sure which of them was bluffing and which held the winning hand.

The next words Bane had expected and he wondered if The Master really had that much faith in his underlings. Casually the vampire took a step forward and allowed his features to soften to those of a human. He was handsome when he wasn’t wearing the demon’s face; it was something the vampire had come to favour. His looks were an asset when trolling for potential prey, allowing him to gain the trust of women and men alike.

Slipping his large hands in to his pockets the younger vampire smiled, it was a human smile. There was no sadism and no vicious, primal desire. I suppose you could call it the man’s smile, the smile that would have wooed women long before he was turned in to a demon. “Ya know,” his grey eyes flashed a glint of mischief before returning to their usual nonchalance. “There’s more to killin’ this lass than meets the eye.” His smile faltered as though he were thinking, before reforming in to a smirk. “I find, that all females share the same weakness. I, plan on exploitin’ it.” Bane allowed the demonic mask to cover over his human face once more and stiffened his posture slightly. He had seen the Slayer, she was beautiful. More beautiful than any he had seen in the past and her beauty had drawn him to her, like a moth to the flame. The other slayers he had seen had been far too masculine for his taste and he had found no reason to cross paths with them; this one however. Yes, Sunnydale would be an interesting diversion.

Drawn out of his thoughts by The Master’s voice once more Demetrius snorted, a small laugh escaping his lips. “Ya have to know a threat like that,” Bane shook his head “Best be backed up.” Bane’s amber eyes flicked from The Master’s face to either side of the room casually. “Wouldn’t want them to tarnish ya reputation.”