Wes watched Fray fall into a trance, exactly as he expected. Thank goodness magic worked here by the same principles as it did back home. He supposed each being in the City brought with it their own physics and metaphysics, and therefore their own lives continued to operate by said rules. Of course, since everyone's world was different, this made for curious clashes of sensibilities and realities.
But that discourse was for another time. He had a dirty job to do.
Quickly, he injected the muscle relaxant into Fray's shoulder and pressed the plunger home.
That should limit her Slayer strength for the time being. He might need to give her another dose in a few hours, once she got used to the feeling. That would give him enough time to find a vampire. Not that it was hard around here. Plus he had some sort of magical doodad in his bag that was supposed to be able to summon one. A few drops of blood, a simple incantation, and one should be irresistibly drawn to the location of the talisman.
It was always blood. Blood was life. If he concentrated hard, he could remember the sensation of his bleeding out. But he tried not to dwell on it. He was alive, Fred was alive, he had a purpose. Things were going well.
Hopefully, Fray would do well. He knew she was resourceful so he had high hopes. He really didn't want to lose another Slayer.