A faint mist covered the cemetery. The moon was full and high, the only light to cast shadows over the two running figures. The pair, a young man and woman darted artfully among the headstones. She was beautiful, with long golden locks that jumped across her shoulders, blue eyes that were focused and unafraid and a wooden stake locked into her slender fingers. The man was however not a man at all. The moonlight betrayed his demonic features, twisted into a sly and full fanged grin. His yellow eyes were made especially for the night but Buffy was made especially for the kill, the only form in which he would be leaving the graveyard was as dust blown with the midnight wind.
A third undetected party moved into place and watched the slayer deliver a series of punches to the demon, she tossed him into the door of a mausoleum, and his body flew against the reinforced stone. A stake was pushed through his heart before he could recover himself and Buffy slipped the weapon into the back of her jeans, continuing the reconnaissance.
She was exceptional, mused the observer, watching her dust vampire after vampire with a relentless energy. Her final opponent of the night was to Buffy a Drusilla wannabe. The vampire woman wore a long black gown, not unfashionable for the 1800s, but a trend that Buffy did not care to see survive another century. The dark coils of her face swung gracefully as she fought Buffy, the powerful high kicks of her slippered feet were however no match for the slayer and the battle would soon end. It was time for the spectator to become a bona fide opponent and like a lion; he slunk closer to the arena. Interesting choice of role model, Buffy shouted, elbowing the vampire onto the grass. But those are big shoes to fill, are you sure you're that insane? A low growl was the only response she got and Buffy had to take a step back to counter the scissor kick that came her way. Muted footsteps were instantly sensed in her peripheral vision; she offered a final punch to Drew's doppelganger and turned to meet the new presence. But they were gone and when she looked back, so was the vampire woman. Oh come on! Don't you wanna brag about killing a slayer? In that moment, the now amused observer, a vampire named Altayz grabbed Buffy by the neck, pulling her into that killing embrace. Here, allow me, He purred.
Her vision swam, it became blood red and she could hear the pounding of a heartbeat. The thumping rhythm slowed painfully and darkness finally overcame it all.
Willow ran through the Summer's home frantically, down the hall and into Buffy's room. Dawn shouted from the living room, her voice high in panic. Willow, she's not here!
She raced up the staircase to her; her eyes were beginning to fill with tears. Dawnie...Willow began.
She left yesterday at sunset Willow! It has been a whole day!
Willow held her temples in a brief moment of hopelessness. Dawn, I am going to call Giles and then I am going to do a locater spell, we will find Buffy.
But what if she is...? Dawn couldn't even finish her sentence. I'll go find Spike; he'll know how to find her.
Willow was already walking downstairs to the phone. Dawn followed her into the kitchen. I am going to do the locator spell first, there isn't much Spike can do for us right now Dawn, sunlight remember.
The sun will be down soon, Dawn said. I have to do something.
Giles isn't answering, Willow said, growing frustrated with worry. I'm just going to do the spell. Here, She handed Dawn the phone, Call Xander and have him come over here; tell him to swing by Giles's on the way. Willow hurried upstairs again and returned with a map and ingredients for the spell.
Night fell over Sunnydale.