"You know, I really didn't think my question was to complicated," Faith said, conversationally, as she slammed another punch into the face of the vampire.
"I mean, I appreciate that I may have already knocked out quite a few of your preciously rare brain cells," she twisted him until he slammed hard into a wall.
"But even so, this shouldn't be too difficult for you." She flipped him onto his back before grinding her heel into his crotch and leaning down at him.
"Where is Angelus?"
The vampire merely snarled at her. "You could kill me, but he'd do a lot worse."
Faith rolled her eyes and reached for her stake, staking him and watching as he turned to dust which began to blow away in the wind.
"Why have they always gotta be with the cliches?" She muttered as she straightened up, brushing any trace of dust from her jeans.
She slowly rolled her shoulders, easing out any tensions as she thought about which demon bar to hit next for information. As she glanced around she felt a prickle travel down her spine, a shiver that she'd always called her Slayer sense. And it was definitely tingling. Her grip tightened on her stake as she looked around warily.