Masterful Ploy
"She's not coming," lamented the Master. "I need her blood in order to re-enter your dimension, and... she's just going to stay away?"
"We tried," whined Darla, "She has kicked our butts every time we tried to grab her. I went to threaten her mom and sister, and that little witch tricked me with an illusion - I was trying to drag a fire hydrant!"
"A what?" said the Master in confusion. "Never mind, what are we going to do?"
"Well, I have an idea," a booming voice echoed through the cave, "maybe we should try using our brains?"
The Master stood in indignation. "Who dares...?" He stopped short when he saw Angelus, leaning against the wall and smirking. "Ah, my most valued servant, you... have something to share?"
"Sure do,
boss," Angelus nodded cockily. "You see, in this day and age, we have something called blood donation. People let the sweet nectar flow right out of their veins and into bags for storage. Like big juice boxes!"
"Yes, yes," whispered the Master eagerly. "You will bring me some of this blood immedi-"
"Just wait," Angelus held up a finger. "It gets better. You see, you need Slayer blood to get free of this place, right? Well, it just so happens that Buffy donated blood just last month... a fact that the clinic nurse would have been delighted to share with me, if she hadn't been dealing with a lack of her own blood at the time." He leered evilly.
"Well, perfect!" The Master's eyes were wide with anticipation. "Did you bring me a - a Slayer juice box?"
"No," Angelus held the silence for a moment, enjoying the Master's confusion. He reached down and pulled a bound and gagged Jackofhearts2005 forward, tossing him on the ground. "I went one better - the records showed that this poor sap needed blood just last month, and he received Buffy's. He has Slayer blood flowing in his veins!"
Jack's eyes widened and he began to squirm in fear and panic as the Master descended upon him, sinking his ancient fangs in and drinking deep, until Jack was no more than a withered husk. No sooner had he raised his head from the warm feast, when the shimmering dimensional barrier that had trapped him for centuries shivered, warped, and vanished.
The Master's eyes sparkled with the promise of freedom after centuries of imprisonment. Even as he took his first tentative steps toward the sparkling night sky above, he felt a burning within his veins. It grew, becoming unbearable, and he cried out as he looked at his pale hands, beginning to dissolve and flake away like ashes.
"Oh!" laughed Angelus jovially. "Also, I injected him with silver nitrate before I brought him in here. Thought it would give him that sriracha kind of flavour!" He looked directly into the Master's eyes as he dissolved, and growled, "There is no way I would ever let you gain a foothold out there again - your time is long gone, this world is MINE!"
"Oi!" cried Spike from the cave entrance. "Where's the blue-glowy-wall thing gone? I grabbed this bloke 'cause he received blood Buffy donated, and-"
"Too late, Spike!" taunted Angelus. "And it's a moot point anyway, since The Master is no longer taking house calls."
Spike looked down at a terrified Marmot. "Bloody hell. Don't need you any more then, do I?" And with that, he snapped Marmot's neck.
* * * * *
Riley sprinted, shouting into his communicator as he rounded another corner. "Just, just keep him there! Whatever you do, don't let Adam-"
"
Easy for you to say!" came the voice from the other side. "
This thing is a nightmare, he's slaughtering my men!"
"Don't worry," Riley responded. "I'm already there!" He crashed through the metal doors onto a balcony above an Initiative hangar, where Adam was systematically killing the soldiers who were lined up to fight him.
Without hesitation, Riley took the experimental Transwarp Generator from a pocket and leapt over the railing, crashing down onto the towering Frankensteinlike monster. As he hit Adam, Riley planted the Generator smack in the middle of his back before landing with a sharp crack and an awkward attempt to roll. His arm was broken for sure, possibly a rib or two as well.
Fighting through the pain to remain conscious, Riley was able to make his eyes focus enough to see the entire hulking form of Adam get consumed by blue energy, before fading away completely.
Riley sighed, and let his consciousness slip away as medics rushed to his side. Adam was dead, and in record time... maybe the Initiative might let him take a little vacation.
* * * * *
"But... but why?" DrWilgy pleaded in confusion. "I never did anything to you!"
Glory cocked her head. "I know, I just think it's fun! Are you even a real doctor? Maybe you can fix yourself!"
Night 1 has ended.
Jackofhearts was killed by the Vampires.
Marmot has been killed by Spike.
Timmer has been killed by Riley.
DrWilgy has been killed by Glory.
It is now Day 2, you have 24 hours to lynch somebody.