For some insane reason Faith let him lead her inside the club. She supposed she should be disturbed at how easily he got in, but honestly a little part of her was impressed.
She took a step inside the private area and froze as one by one the half dozen vampires fell silent and turned towards her, fangs still showing. She tensed, ready to fight when they slowly dropped to their knees.
"Faith..." one growled, gradually looking up at her as if afraid she'd kill him for daring to look at her. With a start she realized she knew him. Harrison. He'd once worked for the Mayor.
"Faith, I always knew you'd return to us. After the fall of our great leader I prayed every day for your recovery. After that blonde bitch dared to hurt you. I fled her wrath in Sunnydale and went underground, gathering others to our noble cause. Waiting for the day that the Dark Slayer would rise again and lead us once more."
"Oh you've got to be kidding me," she muttered, backing away slightly until she bumped into Deacon. She turned to look at him.