I do not own the Slayer Chronicles, this is merely a story and idea by me, I do not own any characters.

Joss turned the corner, running into the woods. He whipped past branches and leaves smacked off of his face, he was starting to slow.. Joss heaved and stopped running. He ignored the pain that was in his chest and crouched, blending in with the forest surrounding him, he had dropped his stake a ways back, so now all he had was his hatchet and a small plastic bottle filled with garlic juice. There was a rustle to his right as he snapped his neck in that direction.

"Hello little one." Said a voice inside Joss' head, the telepath? Nowhere to be seen.

"Where are you?" Joss said slightly loud. "WHERE ARE YOU?!" He screamed.

"Right here." A voice behind him laughed.

Joss whipped around as the bloodsucker threw his fist into Joss' face. The vampire dissappeared as Joss was sailing through the air. A hand gripped Joss' neck tightly and slammed him to the ground. Joss winced in pain but twisted to kick the attacker away, pushed himself up and grabbed his hatchet out of the dark dirt. He turned to the left to see the vampire standing up and turn towards him, and the enemy bolted towards Joss, and as Joss sidestepped, using the bottom of the hatchet to take the vampires head off, and as the enemy was lying on the ground, this greusome scene surrounding Joss, he leaned down with his blood-bathed hands and started wailing at the was-vampires chest, making sure it was dead, and didnt stop till he saw the heart, and put the hatchet right through it. Joss wiped his hands off on the vampires cloths, and standing up, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, hit 2 on speed dial, and spoke into the phone, "Clean up in the west forest, about 200 yards in." and hung up. There was no need for small talk.