Fight
Buffy runs through trees, fast; feels the cold wind but it's not bitter cold.
The vampire ahead is slowing, heavy steps cracking twigs, spurting up leaves.
Her hair flows back, eyes ahead.
When she pounces, she thrills at landing on top.
He's panting, he lands a punch hard against her arm, doesn't change her grip.
His ridged head shoots up, hits her jaw, he squirms under her, uses all his power to force her away. Half caught he tries to fully escape
She's quick. Thrusts at his back. Stakes him easily and rises to her feet, looking around.
And quiet.