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“This isn’t going to work, you won’t open up will you?” Oriana shrugged, clearly her plans were failing and made it obvious that the demon would not be working along with her. Though Oriana was surprised she had not tried to harm her in any kind of way. 

“Hunters tend to be less-- friendly? They torture and wouldn’t doubt to stab a demon straight back to hell, I however,  well torture isn’t something I am fond of but if you will carry on to remain silent, I will be forced to do something more painful.”  Or at least that  was what she wanted the other to believe. 

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“To each their own I guess.  School and work never really did it for me,” she mused lightly, even though she didn’t exactly have any reason to be at school, or to have a job for that matter.  “Then I guess I gotta wish you luck, huh?”

At the mention of the other sparing her life, her eyebrows rose.  “Who said I’m afraid of some hunters?”

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“What?”   Oriana responded, obvious effected by the dangering words of the stranger.  Nevertheless she didn’t wish for the other to notice that she had managed to scare the slayer off. “ What would you like to do, lady?!” 

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“You better stay away from or I…                    I will do    s o m e t h i n g                                          that you’ll    r e g r e t.”

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“With that kind of mindset, we might as well stop showing up to school and work, yes I know people die and this had not been seen before, however, I would like for it to happen never again. Or at least to make sure that who did it is put on the right place.”  Oriana explained, her fingers brushing through her thick locks as she was finding the situation obvious fruturatng at this point. 

But what should she ought to do? If she was speaking to a demon, torturing would be the most obvious but since Oriana didnt wanted to damage the body of the host... 

 “Tell me and I will let you be, unlike those hunters who will kill you anyways.  “ 

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"Cute."  

Oriana commented as the other tried to reason with her. 'Moving on'?  Since when was a slayer supposed to care for the fact where the supernatural beings wanted to move on.  Chances were they would probably fall back to their old ways anyways. 

"You tell that to the families of those who were slaughtered, meanwhile  will be the judge of whether we should or shouldn't move on from this subject. Now if we can get back at what we were at.   

Seeingly as how Oriana was behaving now, it seemed as if she had began to  take this personal. Soon enough the slayer herself noticed that she should ought to keep herself from snapping, considering that it would not ease her. 

" What is it to you? Or is this about the entire 'do not snitch'?" 

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"Then why are you bending over backwards to find them?" the demon asked, a little defensive for her taste, but she was curious.  She knew they weren’t friends of hers - even though she was only involved in one or two of the killings, she was well acquainted with the rest.  

Okay, maybe she figured that the other wanted to find them to hunt them - herself included - and she wasn’t about to let that happen.  Hell was torture being tortured, even for a demon. 

"Listen, it’s not exactly my place.  I know where I stand and besides, what’s done is done.  Can’t we all just…. move on?”

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"Well you got me on that one, I will admit that."  

Oriana responsed, starting to gain the notice that the other was just as much out of place here as she herself was. Well, unless they shared the same kind of dreadful intentions, which would explain the weapon that the other clung to.  

"Does midnight walking count for an logical explanation?"  But as there was a small chance that the blonde was just here for the same reasons as Oriana was, it wouln't do any harm to slightly inform her, right?  

" Simple put, let's say that there are a few... individuals around here that refuse to accept that they are  no longer in a 'well' state, so I am merely here to remind them to stay as what they are supposed to be."  

That was probably one hell of a shady answer, but Oriana couldn't really bring herself to say out loud that she was here to chase after the undead, could she?  

" Now why are you here then? "

          Buffy chuckled lightly under her breath at the response she had gotten from her which made her shrug in response. ‘ Well, not everyone is as usual as the next girl ’ she says casually, one hand in her back pocket and the other on the handle of her scythe. She noticed how the other girl was subtly sizing her up from the corner of her eyes but Buffy understood because she was doing the same thing to her. It was in her nature. It was human’s nature.

         ‘ Tell me why you’re here and maybe I’ll tell you why I am ’ Buffy offers because she didn’t see any flowers in the girl’s hand either.

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"Your mother gave you that? Well-- that is quite a gift then. Funny, most girls would recive the usual girly stuff, not?"  A bit suspicious Oriana eyed the blonde as she proceed to talk. The deeper she got into this, the weirder this converstation turned. Not that she herself had any space to talk, as she was wandering around at this odd place as well.  

"The same reason? And what would that be? Usually people tend to bring flowers and plushies when visiting a grave-- but each to their own. "  Even when she was more set on finding the kind of people that attempted to crawl out of the grave rather. 

        Buffy took another glance at her scythe and then placed her eyes back on the other girl, very skeptical of why she was in a graveyard herself in the first place. ‘ Yeah, it’s pretty cool. Just a — gift from my mom. Love those horror movies. ’ She actually really hates them. the whole sentence was a big lie through her teeth — except the part of it being cool which was a total understatement. ‘ The same reason you’re here, I bet. ’

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Clearly the other was not going to give in, no matter how hard Oriana had tried so far, all she got was a 'gruesome, bloody and gore' filled tail. Meaning she was no where near solving these murders, or rather stopping them. 

"They are certainly not my friends, let's just say that they manage to screw things up leaving me to deal with the aftermath. So therefor I would like to stop them before ruining it again. " 

What did she had to do in order to have the other talk? Should she ought to offer her money? 'No that's stupid Oriana.' But what else could do the trick? 

Slightly tensed, Oriana moved backwards, hoping that a little space between the two of them would ease the scene a bit. 

"And why is that? If you know something, why won't you share it? I am not the police."

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questions, Avari’s eyebrows rose and her lips pursed.  Man, she really wanted to know, and she was relieved that she didn’t give it all away to begin with.  

"You’re askin’ quite a lot of questions there," she pointed out with a light smirk.  She paused a moment, shrugging her shoulders.  It wasn’t like she was going to give herself up.  "I can’t really say."

"Why?  You lookin’ for some of your friends or something?"

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"Well..." 

Oriana instantly paused as  the blonde asked her that certain question. Truly why had they chosen her to do this and to 'spy' on the immortal.  It was morely likely that the girl would end up getting herself in trouble. But for as long as it lasted, she would ought to keep the peace. 

"Actually I came to see the housemaid, she used to be my nanny when I was younger. But seeing that apperant you were the only one to be present in here, I figured that I should await her return."   

That wasn't a lie actually, she had been familar with the woman, yet that was obvous not the reason why she had approached this house to begin with.  

"Would you happen to know when she returns or does this house not belong to you either? " 

She giggled a bit, anything to break the ice. Ugh, this was already proving itself to be disappointing. Of course, the other did seem to have an air of uncertainty around her. The girl seemed shy, and Lestel knew that if nothing else happened,she would’ve been forced to make small talk for hours. Banish the thought! But she’ll endure it for now, throw the occasional curveball.

"Now Oriana, what brings you here?"

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"It would throw off anyone, especially at a graveyard. "  At least any normal person that was. But clearly the blonde seemed to have a different opinion on that.  "You have to admit that it would make the perfect horror scene, not?  Regardless of that, what are you doing here?"  

        ‘ Is it throwin’ you off a bit? ’ Buffy asked, giving her scythe a glance before propping it on her shoulder with her hand gripping the handle.

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           ‘ Is there a specific reason why you’re staring?               Do I have something in my hair? ’

"Trust me, there is nothing in your hair.  But some may find that huge scythe a bit nerve setting. "   But lord, Oriana surely wanted to touch the weapon even if it was for a tiny moment. 

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queenofthesavagegarden answered: Lestel wondered why on earth would this woman be brushing her hair. Not that she was complaining, it felt nice and it was starting to look messy. The word slayer seemed to echo in her mind.  Well, things have been rather slow lately. If she wanted trouble, she would get it, simple as that. "Ah! Be more gentle dear. You could’ve hurt me."

"Excuse me, I am trying to be gentle... "  She responsed.

In all honesty, Oriana herself was quite clueless why she had bothered to come to this place to begin with and to even end up brushing the hair of the blonde. Certainly this did not fit in with the plan that 'they' earlier had informed her on and forced to executel. But currently standing into the room alone with the other left her already with an awkward feeling. 

"But your hair is rather thick. How are you even able to take care of it yourself?"

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"Could get into that yes, I mean, it probably sends off some certain view. " 

Oriana admitted as finally had managed to put all of the weapons into the bag. She wouldn't long for anyone else to see these  as well. One was already an issue as she obvious did not seem to buy her story at all. 

And what a terrible job she had done of finding an excuse, what school would even come up with such a project that was just off and quite disturbing. 

Moving a little bit closer towards the girl, Oriana tried to remain friendly. If she could impress the other and leaving her to think that the weapons were perhaps fake, then it would be all settled.

"Yes I am perfectly fine,  may I ask though, are you from this town? Because I never have noticed someone like..."   Watch your words now Oriana.  "  Someone uh so pretty as you."   

☽✦☾┈ ❝ I personally don’t like weapons, they… Give me the jeepers    creepers feeling. ❞             As she slowly breathed out she went and scratched behind her    her head. Her eyes locking on the objects. What sort of project would    need these? In fact, what school in there right mind would allow such    to be presented around the form of lunatic students? What papers would    she have to write on these? … Was she a killer? She shifted nervously    as she bent down, staring at the other. Shaking her head some. It    was only polite to offer help.           ❝ I’m fine. You? Do you need help by the way? It’s my fault this     happened. Although… I hate these sorts of things. ❞

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"Ah I see..." 

Oriana simply replied as she seemed to be a bit surprised by what she had been told. Yes, she was aware that as slayers she should not date such things as vampires, it was insane and dangerous.

However, Oriana learned not to judge and if one enjoyed romances then it was her. So no, she would remain silent whenever the council would ask her about this issue.   

Yes, Oriana had to admit that she was not only here to protect Eve, the others had also pushed her forwards to go and discover about Evelyn. And of course about the vampire, wondering that his schemes were all about. 

"Wait,  how did the two of you actually met? Was it on the job? Or was it during another time? Did you perhaps ran into him when visiting a store or a cafe?" 

Evelyn knew there was something bothering the other slayer, but she decided not to pry. However, she couldn’t help but feel guilty. She had allowed her pride and her standoffish nature to create a bit of distance between the two, when it was clear that the other young woman was a sweet girl. They could’ve easily been friends if Evelyn would have allowed them to be. There was still a chance for them to be, but it was bound to take time. 

Turning to her, she giggled to herself. “Yes… I am. I’m dating a vampire, as strange as it might sound. I know it doesn’t make sense for a slayer to be involved with a vampire, but I guess not much makes sense for me anymore. I just know that I love him a lot… More than I’ve ever loved any man before. We have our share of ups and downs of course, but he’s respectful of the fact that I don’t want to be changed into a vampire. That’s all I can ask for right now, you know?”