Chapter 7

“Five dead,” Barton said, holding up the newspaper. It was late Saturday afternoon. Ally and Lilith were sitting in the Sunnydale High library eating pizza having just finished a training session. “All with bite marks on their neck drained of blood. If any of these people happened to drink the blood of their undead attackers-”

“We know,” Lilith said. “We’ll have a brand-new thirsty vampire on our hands.”

“Well, I suppose this means we’re not going to the Bronze tonight,” Ally said, trying to hide her disappointment. She’d done her makeup with extra care in the bathroom of the motel room. She’d even picked out a cute dress, which she’d packed in a backpack to change into after the training session. When was the last time Ally had even worn a dress? She didn’t know. Certainly before becoming a slayer.

It was stupid. Ally had let herself enjoy the way a pretty girl looked at her, smiled at her, laughed at her horrible joke about coffee. Just for a moment, she’d forgotten that she wasn’