It was a dark night in Sunnydale, the moon was a sharp sliver in the sky. It's light touched on one girl. Her blond hair shimmered. Somehow it looked as if she were dressed for fighting, yet she still looked like an innocent little girl, but she wasn't. Her name was Buffy Summers, and she is the Slayer.
She was on the hunt. Willow, her best friend and resident computer guru, had found three suspicious deaths on the morgue website. Two women and one man died with two suspicious little holes in their necks and all their blood missing. So Buffy was prowling the Sacred Heart Cemetary, waiting to see who would rise first.
Two women and one man died with two suspicious little holes in their necks and all their blood missing. So Buffy was prowling the Sacred Heart Cemetary, waiting to see who would rise first.
The youngest of the women rose first. she was younger than Buffy, only nineteen when she died...the first and last time. As soon as she clawed her way out of the grave, Buffy staked her. "That's getting old. Rise, stake, dust," Buffy sighed. "So predictable."
Next was the man, he was about 35, but he met the same quick end. "God, this is so boring! I remember when it was a thrill to hunt these guys. Now I could do it in my sleep."
Now she sat at the foot of the last young woman's grave. Buffy wasn't quite ready for her. She was 26 when her sire made her. Evidently she had been warned about the slayer, because she came up ready to fight. Buffy leapt to her feet in a fighting stance. After some punches kicks and jabs,Buffy had her on the ground, ready to stake her. The vampire growled, "You can take me out, but more will come. When the master arrives, Hell will be unleashed on Sunnydale." Buffy quipped, "New master, yadda, yadda. I get really tired of mouthy vamps." And with that, she staked her. New master coming. Better go to Giles'
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