Surrounded

Buffy's POV

I stood there surrounded. Surrounded by vampires who knew I was the slayer, I had to admit the odds were in their favour – hundreds of them, one of me – not the greatest start that I would hope for when battling bloodsucking fiends that should belong in a hell dimension. They looked at each other with their discoloured faces and sharp, pointy fangs, their eyes were turning into a deep red, the colour that could only describe the fiery gates of hell. I was rapidly spinning around to see if I could quickly come up with a mental game plan that would enable me take them out. I fumbled into my deep pockets looking through my arsenal – if only I had some stakes or holy water. I'd take just about anything I could get right now. But there was nothing there. I was going to have to go old school, fighting with my fists. For some reason the current situation that I found myself in reminded me of the time I was forced fight Death with a raging fever in order to save the innocent children who were being killed.

The night was dark with barely any stars in the sky, Buffy stood there helpless in a dark alley panicking, hesistant about when to attack due to the number of vampire against her. Suddenly she she saw a vampire fall down and explode leaving behind a pile of ashes. She looked up and saw her saviour. Angel.