His eyes brightened as he took in the pure blue that stared at him, my own mesmerizing quality. He scooted his chair closer, they were touching now. His liquid eyes held mine, I looked down for a second and when I looked back up his face was inches from my own.

“So how good are your slayer skills?” His breath made me almost forget how to speak so I pulled away and answered gruffly, “pretty good.” “Show me.” He whispered, and then he was gone, his movements were so quick I didn’t see him leave.

I realized what he meant, so I sat still opening my senses. I closed my eyes and focused on my hearing and smelling. He was trying to move silently but I could sense him behind me, with one quick movement from my self, he was sprawled on the floor. I held him there, his arm twisted behind his back. “Impressive.” He gasped, shock and respect filling his voice.

“Thank you.” I said letting him up. He smiled brightly and took his seat. “I’ve never seen a slayer move so fast.” He said smiling, I only smiled.