I think nothing as I dress myself and walk to the Bronze. I hear someone scream at the back alley, but I don't care. As I enter the Bronze my mood darkens even more. It is so sad. So sad to know that they are prime prey to the creatures of night.
Willow calls from 'our' table.
I smile as I approach her. The moment I mention the Slayer's name, I feel an icy tendril of fear worm its way thorough my guts, and I think of Angel. If she's killed him, I'll make sure she'll die the most horrible way I can imagine. Willow says, and I can hear the jealousy in her voice. She is falling for Buffy big time.