She’d sensed another presence behind her as she walked down the alley, trying to go unnoticed since she didn’t want Angel catching wind of her just yet. So Faith kept walking, her head down as she went along for a few more minutes before ducking into a doorway when she was sure she could. Waiting for whomever was following her, she pulled her knife from her boot and held it firm until the other passed by.
Immediately she got those low-down tingles–spidey senses she called them–when she shoved the stranger into the fence. “ Oh goodie…I do get to kill somethin’ tonight, ” she grinned pressing the knife to the demon’s throat. “ That is if you can convince me otherwise…then again I can’t make any promises. ”
In truth, Ky’lar thought that he had kept enough distance between the both of them that he wouldn’t be caught. That way, he could safely follow with out causing anything, but it seemed he didn’t calculate correctly. Not that it was hard — the Demon was often wrong when he hadn’t faced someone or something he never had dealt with a for.
A reason to why he lifted his head up for a few moments: a slight grin forming across his lips as she spoke. Of course she would want to kill him: most did these days, but still, Ky found this more so amusing than anything else,
❝ I don’t expect ya to make promises, but there is an old saying…. if you have a blade you should use it. So, are ya gonna use it? ❞
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