Chapter 44: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
{D. K}
Dakota strolled into the Grill, her mind set on the bar to get a drink. "Whiskey, neat."
A dark skinned man with a baldhead was in the seat beside her. "Hello, beautiful."
"Sorry buddy, I'm taken."
"By who?"
The shot glass was set before her, the scent of vervain so strong she almost groaned aloud.
So this was the hunter everyone was talking about.
Preparing herself, she look in a breath before downing the shot. Centuries of vervain consumption little by little made it easier, but the burn of the toxin still hurt like a b***h. "What's your name? I've never seen you around."
"Yeah, I'm new. My names Connor."
Dakota nodded, deciding against ordering another shot that was probably laced with vervain. "What brings you to Mystic Falls, Conno
