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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER: A DIFFERENT LIFE
Chapter One
Nightfall.
This was the time when most of the vampires came out. Just after the sun goes down; just when they can come out.
Buffy sat on a very uncomfortable, metal bollard, twiddling her thumbs together, at a loss of what to do. She sighed sadly, boredom creeping up into insanity. Lately, vampire activity hadn't been very common, but this was the time that Buffy really needed to let off some steam.
"C'mon! What do you have to do to get some action around here?" Buffy said quietly to herself. But she wasn't the only one around.
"I'll give you some action, Sweetcheeks." Said a gruff male's voice. Buffy smiled and whirled around to see a man standing there. Everything about him was average; his weight, his height, his hair. Everything, of course, except for the deranged, demonic eyebrow less forehead that stood above a pair of feral yellow eyes.
"Finally!" Buffy exclaimed before laying into the vamp. After three seconds, the vampire was out cold.
"What a shame." Buffy said, pouting. "I was hoping for a proper fight." She thrust her stake into the vampire's heart.
"Oh well." She said, smiling. She dusted herself down, and then walked slowly down the dark, dangerous alleyways, looking as much like an innocent girl as she could. Sadly, there was no more vampire action. She sighed and got out her phone.
"Hey, Giles." She said. There was a short silence.
"Hello, Buffy. Any luck?"
"Yeah. I only killed three vampires though. It was quiet….um…again." She replied. She could hear Giles sigh on the other end.
"Very well then, come back to Sunnydale. Willow's found something."
"What?"
"The end of the world." Giles said as if it were the most normal thing.
"Again?"