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Ari patrols most nights. He frequently whistles as he does so. He's on friendly terms with many of the people of the town, though some of them think he's a dangerous weirdo. (They're not wrong, but it's not very polite to say it outright like that.)
Vampires still come to Sunnydale. Because it's Sunnydale, and because vampires are idiots. The ones who live here already, though, have picked up a habit of either visiting the kosher butcher's or the bite shop, or moving to LA. Or having their heads ripped off by an excessively cheerful blonde half-Kal'shekk witch.
Speaking of the kosher butcher's, he pops his head into that alleyway. Maybe he'll see Mr. Ray, that nice vampire chap who comes by for some fresh cow's blood every Thursday. (Ari acts cheerfully oblivious to the fact that every vampire he knows is blind terrified of him. Some of them are alright when he keeps them from eating people; being unrepentantly amoral doesn't have to mean you're not a nice person.)
Someone is just disappearing into the back door of the butcher's. Definitely not Mr. Ray. Too short.
He follows him in anyway. Have to make a good first impression, and all.
"What do you want," says the new vamp, in an unfamiliar and definitely nonlocal accent. Maybe some flavour of British.
Ari is not one to judge nonlocal accents, having a bit of a mixed demon accent himself. "Just wanted to check in! Did you just move to our fair city? Are you in fact a vampire or just a burglar with odd tastes in targets? Do you need to be threatened so you don't kill anybody? That sort of thing."
"Not very polite, but you're not trying to rip my throat out, so you're already ahead of the game. Ari Kal'amm, half-demon vampire hunter and professional witch. Any word on the death threats? I like to get them out of the way early."
"It does amuse me! It's also generally pretty effective, but it doesn't seem like that's on the table here. Anyway, as a half Kal'Shakk demon I am easily strong enough to pin you to the ground and rip your head off like a Christmas cracker. Failing that, I am a very competent witch and have developed a spell that imitates the effects of sunlight. Plus I wear a ring with a cross on it that's been blessed by seven priests, which according to the vampires I've punched with it hurts like Hell. And as someone who grew up in a hell dimension, that's a lot of hurt."
"Fun is as fun does. I'll give you a demo if you like, but it's liable to scar. If you mind that."
Ari raises his eyebrows, but doesn't stop grinning. "Hey, I'm not judging. I'm not allowed to judge people, I'm a queer demonic witch, it'd be too ironic."
"A bit. I've never done anything with a vampire before, because generally they're terrified of me or I have to kill them, but I'm not averse to the idea. And you're pretty and interesting and you apparently like interesting things. Though I will mention, in case you're wondering, that I'm not actually less able to kill you while having sex. It would just be unpleasant, and I'd be quite unhappy afterwards. So I'd rather you didn't."
"I'd rather not get caught up in discussing how easily we can kill each other," he says. "If it's all the same to you."
"Oh, sorry. It's just that I've had trouble with that before. Some demons are just awfully rude."
"I don't like killing people and try to avoid it as much as possible." He gestures around them. "Hence the grocery shopping."
"I approve of grocery shopping! I recommend it to all of the supernatural residents of the area. I appreciate your initiative in doing it before I brought it up, gold star."
"You'd be shocked how many don't think of it! And I don't give out gold stars lightly, not even to pretty and interesting vampires."
"Hello, Mark By The Way. Sorry for not asking, that usually comes later in the routine and you kind of broke the pattern on me."
"I don't doubt it. You seem like the type who's too interesting to get boxed in."