Buffy the vampire slayer, "Reality Bites."

Disclaimer: I own nothing you know, and everything you don't.

Authors notes: This story takes place somewhere near the beginning of the first series.

It is my first fanfic written in a script format, and if it doesn't work well then I'll change it back to a story format, but I thought this way was worth a shot seeing as how it's sort of an episode of the show.

Also, I should mention that it probably won't be updated as often as I usually update my fics because I'm still recovering from my hospital stay and am having pretty intense rehab and pysio before going back to see my neurosurgeon about things next week. Once I am allowed to sit at the computer for longer than fifteen minutes I'll update more.

SCENE ONE- SUNNYDALE CEMETERY:

[It is a dark night, and the wind is blowing softly through the trees. Apart from the sound of the night it is completely silent. A teenage girl is walking around the cemetery. She's dressed casually in baggy tracksuit pants and a matching top, and her hair is pulled high in a ponytail. She looks bored, and as though her mind is somewhere else.]

Girl [mumbling]: "…and so the main theme of Shakespeare's MacBeth is Shakespeare likes to write novels with lots of death and tragedy…that's it…tragedy….Brilliant! Tragedy and-"

[A noise behind her interrupts her and she turns around quickly. Standing behind her in a garish purple suit is a pale, ugly man. A pale, ugly, familiar man.]

Girl: "With a dress sense like that you've got to be a vampire. Honestly when are you vamps going to learn to dress for the nineties not the seventies?"

Vampire: "Buffy Summers, I wouldn't have thought we'd meet again."

[Buffy pauses in the act of pulling out her stake, clearly confused.]

Vampire: "You tried to kill me."

Buffy [with a laugh]: "Tried to kill you? I've killed a lot of vampires, and usually I succeed."

[Buffy holds her stake tightly in her right hand waiting for the vampire to make the first move as they usually do.]

Vampire: "Are you telling me you don't remember me? I would have prided the slayer on having a better memory than that."

Buffy [slowly]: "I don't remember every ugly vampire I've wasted you know…"

Vampire: "Let me refresh your memory- Hemery, Los Angeles, you burnt down the gym, tried to kill a lot of us."

[Buffy smacks her head in a 'how could I have forgotten?' manner.]

Buffy: "Tell me, how many of you survived, and what are you doing here?"

Vampire: "Only me as far as I know, and why wouldn't I come here? Do you know where we are and who lives here?"

Buffy: "Sunnydale and me? Not the best decision you've ever made I'll bet."

Vampire: "You're never going to change. I was talking about the hellmouth, and the master."

Buffy: "Right, I seem to have heard those terms mentioned more than I care to think about in the last few weeks. And let me guess- you've come here to join the master when he takes over the world."

Vampire: "Got it in one, maybe you're not as dumb as everyone was saying. I had the impression you were a dumb blonde."

Buffy: "Well as much as I'd love to stand around here chatting with old friends I've got an English quiz tomorrow which I should study for. It's a pity you're not going to meet the master though, after coming so far, but we're really going to have to end this right about now"

[The vampire's face contorts.]

Vampire: "Suits me fine."

[He rushes towards Buffy who moves sharply out of the way so he overruns her, and then as he turns back to her she kicks him sharply in the stomach. He groans, but doesn't fall over and punches her in the face. She in turn punches him back and then they begin to fight in earnest, until Buffy, getting tired of the game, pulls out the stake and plunges it into him. A moment later he disappears in a pile of dust. As she walks home she is confused- this is the first vampire to turn up from LA and she hopes they're not going to make it a habit. She has enough trouble with all the vampires in Sunnydale to worry about.]

[Scene ends with the beginning credits.]