"That's, your plan..."

God this guy is new at this.

"What?"

He doesn't know?

"Wait and see? Really?"

He looks at me, somewhat annoyed.

"There's nothing wrong with the wait and see approach. Especially in a situation like this."

"You think so?"

He stands firm in our argument and part of me can't help but be a little turned on by the way he's standing up to me.

He seems strong.

"When dealing with a goal oriented enemy that you have trouble locating, the best thing you can do is beat them to what they want and protect it long enough for them to come to you."

It looks like he could really handle himself in the sack. Enough that I might even get to try some of the kinkier stuff the bitch was always nervous about trying with me because she didn't want to hurt me.

"There's just one little problem with your plan though."

"What's that?"

"I'm not interested in being some pathetic excuse for a vampire's 'goal' to be 'protected'."

If only I can figure out a way to get him alone without coming off like some pathetic damsel in distress who needs to be saved.

"Right, because you're the big bad sister of a slayer. It's not like I'm anyone special. There are only prophecies written about me."

"Prophecies?"

He pauses for a moment, somewhat cautiously.

"It's a long story... part of the whole being different thing."

Whatever...

"Look, I'm not going to just sit around and be bait for this pathetic excuse for a fang face to come and bite me. We need to be out there, tracking down the vamp nests and eliminating them one by one until we find her and kill her."

The pathetic but slightly sexy hero has a bit of a superior smirk on his face.

"Right, because that won't take forever in a town like this with so many abandoned buildings and sewer tunnels."

I'm not sure whether to be pissed off or turned on.

"It's better than your plan of sit around and wait to be killed."

"You're not going to be killed."

"Why? Because you're going to be my big protector man? Excuse me while I laugh."

"Destroyer, actually."

"What?"

"It was my nickname... in Quor-Toth. The Destroyer..."

Hmm, interesting...

"Well at least you have a cool nickname. Which makes it what? One to six million in favor of the uncool?"

That takes him down a peg in smugness. I lean back on my bed with my good arm and use my still slightly sore one to dig my hand under my shirt and expose my flat stomach enough to stroke it suggestively when he looks my way. He watches for a second until he realizes that I've been watching him the whole time with interest. It makes him look away quickly.

"Listen to me, I've killed more demons in my life then most slayers have in two. So let's just go with my plan this time and see how well it works out."

He's really gung-ho about this whole thing.

My hand reaches deeper into my shirt, letting my fingertips brush against the underside of my tit. The touch making me inhale sharply. He glances back to me with concern that only makes me smile more and exhale slowly in a bit of a sigh.

Well, I guess I can do a bit of damseling if I can get a little something out of him.

"All right..."

Looking just below his belt, I see what I think is a decent size bulge in his pants.

Hopefully not too little though, from the looks of it.

"I suppose I can be bait happy for a few days if you're really as bad ass as you claim to be."

"So glad you could bring yourself down to my level long enough to accept my help."

I fake roll my eyes at him even though I'm kinda enjoying myself.

"Well every newbie has to get themselves a fair chance at some point I guess."

He turns to face me and I readjust myself on the bed, purposely thrusting my hips into the air as I do. The look on his face tells me he noticed and I can't help but smile as I let myself drop back onto my bed, laying back comfortably.

"Besides, I'm not exactly a hundred percent for the moment. I can't exactly go running out vampire hunting until then."

My pathetic protector comes closer to me, concerned.

"How are you feeling by the way? Any better?"

I intentionally squirm on the bed as sexy as I can without hurting myself. He backs off a step nervously.

"Almost good enough to have some fun."

He readjusts his footing at the way my voice sounds playful towards the end. I turn myself on my side with a sexy pose.

"You want to help me with..."

Just then, the door to my dorm opens and my roommate walks in.

"Dawn, are you...?"

She almost runs right into the half-wit hero and she almost jumps.

"Decent?"

I smile a little at the uncomfortable tension that happens between them when silence sets in after I don't respond right away. Eventually, I shrug.

"Decent enough..."

As the seconds start to tick by and they just stare at each other, I have a thought.

Hmm, now this is an opportunity.

"Cindy, this is..."

I don't think I ever actually asked his name.

Thankfully, he adds the last part for me before I paused too long.

"Connor..."

He extends his hand to say hello.

"Nice to meet you... and it's Sandy, not Cindy."

They shake hands slower than normal and Sandy has a bit of a smile on her face. I can't help but grin as I watch them.

"Connor is going to be hanging around for a few days while I heal, and to help me with a problem of mine."

She looks at him again and her smile gets bigger. They still haven't let go of each other's hands, but neither of them seem to mind.

"Really?"

It takes her a second to digest what I was saying.

"Wait, while you heal?"

Sandy realizes the weirdness of the extended handshake and lets go, deciding to unload her book bag and move about the room.

"Yeah, I got a little banged up last night, but I'm all right. Connor's going to help me out with what caused it."

"Let me guess, you pissed someone off like you piss everyone off and things got out of hand?"

He chuckles at what Sandy said, checking her out a little when she turns around for a second.

Definite potential.

"Something like that..."

She turns back to the freak after moving a few things around and checks him out as his attention is elsewhere, mainly, on me.

"So... Connor... you're hanging around to protect Dawn from whoever she pissed off?"

Sandy looks my way for a moment.

"Wow, you must have really stepped in it this time if they're pissed off enough to come after you after the fact."

You know, she's actually smarter than she looks.

My eyes go up and down her body as she continues to prep for her next class.

And she doesn't really look half bad, when I repress the whole hating her thing.

"Well, I'm a people person. It's one of my best qualities."

They both scoff at my obviously sarcastic statement and it makes them look at each other, somewhat nervously.

Okay, this is going to be almost too easy.