The best part of being "undercover" for Billie was the part when she had to act like she was just another girl. Her earbuds played some Justin Timberlake song and her eyes innocently looked around. Not only was she trying to fool herself. Unfortunately, she was smarter than she gave herself credit for. The objects hidden under her beautiful suede jacket made sure she didn't forget, even for a second.

Billie Edith was a Vampire Slayer, her weapons were concealed but she was who she was. The girl didn't hate being the Slayer, after all that she'd seen and been through she wouldn't allow herself, but that didn't mean she couldn't hope for something else. After all, wasn't that every woman's God-given right?

If not, God was getting a lot of credit for something he had nothing to do with. Billie didn't care who was responsible for it, as long as she could continue doing it she didn't care at all.

A gust of wind hit her, waking the twenty year old from her stuper. Looking around her, it became clear to Billie that her head had nothing to do with with walking, her feet had carried her to Giovaneli Street all by themselves. The very street she'd been looking for. In her research, she'd learned that this street was a hot spot for a particular dangerous, anonymous assailant. An assailant who left a body, the only injury: a pair of teeny tiny dots on the neck. Thanks to the brand new Watcher's Council and their insiders, she'd learned of the mysteries marks even when the local new did not.

Vampires.

The undead creatures of the night that walk this Earth like a plague. The things that many thought was the workings of Bram Stoker's imagination. No such luck. But what escaped Stoker's mental reach was the fact that Billie could see that this was nothing special, just another vampire.

Just a vampire?,she thought. Oh, wow, I bet ten years ago that wouldn't have been in my dictionary of sentences. Wait, dictionary of sentences? What is that? Did I just make it up? Oh, right, vampires.

Billie's thoughts travelled back to the world in front of her, more precisely, the street. Giovaneli was nothing special. An apartment building sat on the corner, a gas station across the street, then a few small businesses (a laundromat, a deli, an insurance salesman, etc) with apartment above. But, of course, what would a street be without an alleyway behind the apartment building?

Quietly making her way to the head of the alley, Billie realized her tan jacket, though beautiful, wasn't exactly idle for being invisible in a dark alley. Shrugging the thought away, she removed the earbuds and strained her eyes for any sounds coming from the area.

Sure enough, a strangled yelp was carried on the wind. Billie was sure that to a "normal" person the noise would be passed off as an animal of some sort. A Slayer knew better. You gotta love this job's perks, she smiled. Her right hand reached inside her jacket. Her fingers felt the cool smooth surface of the wooden object and she quietly mourned her usual weapon of choice, the aptly named my weapon. But she knew why it was tucked securely in her bag and not within arm's reach, she'd seen way too much to use it on a run-of-the-mill vampire. And the fact that it was a knife and carrying without a purpose wasn't a fantastic idea.

Still clutching the stake hidden inside her jacket, Billie still held the earbuds in her left hand. Quietly, the Slayer stepped into the alley and confirmed her beliefs. Not twenty feet from where she now stood, a man kicking, trying to ward off an attacker. And by the looks of it, a female attacker. Her long auburn hair was curled down her back and her legs were covered with the checkers of fishnet stockings.

Billie couldn't help but be amused, I guess Girl Power has hit the afterlife.

Billie walked in closer, the attacker and her victim only ten feet away, and cleared her throat. "Excuse me? Is there a problem here?"

As if the sense she had picked up two blocks down on Blatz Street wasn't enough, the revealing of the attacker's face was the proof she needed. The deformed bridge of her nose forced up her upper lip to rise, showing a row of yellow-ish-red jagged fangs, two of which protruded out of the mouth. The vampire glared at Billie with her yellow eyes and a memory flashed within Billie's mind. Monster, the thought came with a vengeful hiss.

Swallowing down the passionate hatred and pushing the memory away, Billie took another step forward and saw that the man chosen as dinner, or breakfast, depending on how long the she-vamp had been hunting, had blood smeared on his neck. Eyes wide and innocent, the Slayer said, "Oh no, he's bleeding. Do you need an ambulance?"

The she-vamp hissed through her fangs, Get out of here or you'll need two ambulances." The she-vamp still had her hands on the man's shirt but her no longer looked petrified, he looked hopeful with aside of terror and a dash of confusion.

Billie put her earbuds into her pocket and said, "See, if you were smart you would've said something like 'Screw the ambulance, call the morgue'. But I suppose not all of the dead have a lifetime of knowledge."

Now confusion jumped onto the she-vamp's screwed up features. "I thought I told you to leave."

"You did, but were I to do that I couldn't do my job and my boss would have my ass. And trust me, when your boss is THE Slayer it's all literal. You do not want her mad at you."

Throwing the man onto the ground with a thump of the head, the vampire turned to Billie. At full height, the she-vamp stood roughly five nine, making Billie's five feet and five inches and obstacle. With skin the color of sand, the creature in front of the Slayer reminded her of the beach she visited in Australia. Unfortunately, this didn't seem like the event that would end with Billie sipping iced tea while she watched the people around her frolic. Or maybe it would, stranger things had happened in her life.

Without another word, the she-vamp leaped at Billie. Using her training, Billie let go of her stake grabbed onto the vampire as she came into arm's reach. She used the momentum to guide them into a tumble that wouldn't result in cracked ribs, at least on her part. Up before her opponent could regain her footing, the Slayer's stake was out and held high. Billie knew how to use her stake, it might not have been my weapon but for a simple vampire anything more would have been a waste.

Lifting her left leg, with her rubber sole as it's wearer came at her again. The kick drove the she-vamp to the ground, right beside her original victim , unconscious from the fall. Billie bent on one knee to meet the creature, stake placed firmly against her chest so that any move would spell 'the end'. Before driving the stake through the she-vamp's unbeating heart, she looked into her eyes, "Before I kill you I want to say one thing. Thanks for the welcome gift, but a fruit basket has a better pizzazz." With that, she leaned all of her weight onto the stake, into the vampire's chest turning it into the dust it was made of.

Sticking the stake back in her jacket, Billie moved to the man. His neck was still bleeding but he hadn't lost too much blood yet. She shook him enough to cause real damage, she said as he awoke, "You're going to be okay but you might want to get to the hospital."

Dazed, the man blinked back his possible concussion as she got to her feet. Quietly,the man spoke, "Who, who are you?"

Billie shrugged and wiped off her knees, "I'm new in town." She turned to the alley's opening and started out, placing the earbuds back in her ears. Damn, she thought. I missed my favorite song.