Walking between the beds, I made my way to where Marianne lay beside Striker. After the success of treating Acenith"s wounds, I was feeling more confident, but still far from comfortable. Those of Lucas"s Kiss who had the energy to keep their eyes open were watching me cautiously, but it was Striker who broke the awkward silence. “So,” he remarked casually, “you left our place as meek little Charlotte and now - you"re what? Buffy the Vampire Slayer?”
“Something like that,” I couldn"t help but smile at the comparison.
“So it"s true, huh? Ralph says you really are an Angel,” Striker continued. He was coping better than some of the others, with three empty bottles sitting beside him on the bed it was apparent he was regaining strength, but there was worry in his eyes as he watched over Mari
