Who: Vi and the Black Ops o'Doom What: Another one taken down When: January 13th, 2007, morning Where: Random street Rating: TBD
Nothing.
Well, not completely nothing. Some of the demons she'd spoken to had accused her of making a few of their buddies go missing. Vi had tried to assure them that wasn't the case, but they were having none of it. That's what a Slayer did, wasn't it? Killed the demons? The conversation had ended with Vi walking away with nothing and the demon holding what passed for a nose, shouting insults at her. He really had known nothing except for rumors.
Anya had disappeared. Tara, Clary, Jack. People that she was at least acquainted with (or in Anya's case, worked alongside) were just gone, only not by the higher powers. At least, they wouldn't have left their belongings if they'd taken them, right? No, something was up, and Vi wanted to help as much as she could. Her patrol route had taken her hours longer than usual, straying to ask questions of anyone who might have an answer, searching. She'd remembered to check in immediately when the alert came. The last thing she wanted was setting off a false alarm on top of the very real ones.
They were going to find them. In the few short months she'd been here, the record had been pretty awesome, even when amnesia depleted the forces. But right now, it was frustrating on behalf of the taken. Vi crossed her arms tighter over her chest, the stake tucked between her arm and her body, out of sight. At least a vampire. Was it too much to ask for an evil vampire to slay?