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Part 2
"Oh my god, Angel!" Buffy whispered urgently. "Do you see him!"
"I see him," Angel told her grimly. They watched as Santa defiantly walked upstairs, paying no attention to Buffy, Angel, or anyone. He went into a room.
"We should stop him," Buffy said. Angel agreed, but neither could move. They wanted to, but some force held them back. So, they stood there silently, waiting for Santa.
He reappeared at the stair case.
He had Riley.
Santa grinned at Buffy and Angel, acknowledging them, finally. Without a word, he raised the knife, and brought it to Riley's neck. Riley was still asleep, unaware of his surroundings. Santa then slit his throat, laughing hoarsely.
Then he made sure Riley was dead, and went back to the chimney. He jumped and left the building.
Buffy and Angel could still here his laughs as he flew away to his next victim.
"Ho ho ho!"
"Ho ho ho!"
"Ho ho ho!"