[Honor]

"Leftover chinese food it is then." William said with a laugh. Rarely did he ever have anything else in his apartment besides leftover take-out. Being a slayer was a busy job, cooking simply didn't fit into his schedule.

"No, my bike is close by, c'mon." He said changing their direction slightly. He wondered vaguely why she had chosen to lead them away from the park, but didn't question it too much. He had learned to trust her instincts over the years. They proved useful.

The motorcycle was within his sights now. It was a sleek creature, painted black as midnight to help him blend into the streets, and designed for speed and dangerous maneuvers. He loved his bike.