Angel
Angelus slipped into Faith's house again, silently cheering she hadn't been smart enough to look up the spell that would stop him from entering. Thank God she was the dumb Slayer and the smart Slayer was dead.
Ironic.
The smart Slayer had been blonde.
Angelus sprinkled the purple powder over Faith's head again and lent down to drink from her neck again.
Slayer's blood was like... it was something that not many vampires ever got to taste.
And this vampire had tasted a few different Slayer's blood.
But this, by far, felt the sweetest.
Maybe he'd turn her later.
After he'd had his fun.
He might drive her insane, like he had Dru.
After all, he could do anything he wanted.
He finished drinking when she was almost drained and retreated back into the night.