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    Sting of the Whip – (Chapter: Tracking)

    Spencer only stopped once or twice as she trudged on through the tall grass of the forest.

    "Maybe I should stop..mabe I should just turn back. But then Buffy would probably have my ass. I’m on thin ice here. She sounded serious when she threatened to kill me. I’m pretty sure she was. Your dead Spencer. I’m dead…But what about that girl? She was really fast. I hope she and those kids got away….listen to that music..it’s so beautiful."

    Spencer looked around. The singing voice was coming from within the trees. That’s what it seemed like.

    "I’m losing it. I’m losing it. What am I doing? This can’t be happening."

    Her footsteps hurried as the song became…sadder. Like someone was dieing almost.

    "Where is that heartbreaking sound coming from?"

    Spencer walked along until she came across a clearing. She slowly walked into it.

    "Something isn’t right."

    The song sounded like it was coming from….in front of her.

    "Not good."

    ???: "GOT YOU BITCH!!!"

    Spencer didn’t have anytime to react. Someone grabbbed her from behind and covered her screams with their mouth. No matter how much she kicked and screamed the person wouldn’t let her go. The stranger dragged her to the source of the song. A large open field cluttered with large steel cages. Each of them filled with vampires. Her breaths were short as the person then opened up one of the nearest cages and threw her inside.

     

     

    Meanwhile…

    The two young runaways were walking around the exact spot where Spencer was. The boy who was beaten up by Buffy’s whip was called Qualls. His younger brother’s name was Freddy. The two smelled around the trees trying to pick up the blondes scent.

     Qualls: "Freddy. Go back and tend to the women."

    Freddy: "You tend to the women."

    Qualls: "Don’t make me tell you twice."

    Freddy: "Qualls, why are we looking for her?"

    Qualls: "She can help us find our parents."

    Freddy: " You think they’re still alive?"

    Qualls: "Predato knows where they are."

    Freddy: "Predato is a traitor."

    Qualls: "She is not."

    Freddy: "Yes she is."

    Qualls: "She went this way."

    He pointed to the path which Spencer took earlier.

    Freddy: "Qualls, what if we don’t make it?"

    Qualls: "Freddy, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Now come on before Predato gets mad at us."

    Feddy: "She’s already mad. That slayer maimed her."

    Qualls: "Once we find Mom she’ll be okay."

    Freddy: "Yeah. I sure hope so…"

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