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Buffy sat on the park bench and waited for the night to end. Her blonde hair was off her face in a tight bun. She had a leather jacket on with a white sweater, a pair of jeans, and her black ankle boots. Her weapon of choice was hidden by the darkness around her, but just to be safe, she kept it tight in her jacket. She looked around. There had to be a vampire out. It was a full moon, and no one was around. But this was Buffy's like. It fit the description: as soon as Buffy wants to hunt, nothing is there, but when she wants to live a normal life, something happens. It was Buffy's life. Her fucked up, disturbing, bullshit, unfair life. She heard the partiers down the street, screaming like idiots. She rolled her eyes and got up, looking at the vampire that had magically appeared in front of her.
The teeth gave her away. If it hadn't been for that, Buffy would've assumed she was a hooker. She had long, curly, brunette hair. It hung freely on her shoulders. She had knee high boots with torn fishnet stockings. She had a jet black mini dress on with bracelets covering her arms and rings weighing down her fingers. Buffy raised an eyebrow in interest, "Wow."
The vampire laughed and flipped her hair proudly, "I guess I have a lot to show off,"
Buffy nodded in agreement, "Now you just have to die," she whipped out her stake and charged. The vampire punched her directly in the nose. Buffy stumbled back. She thought it had fallen off completely. She desperately felt it, making sure it was okay. It was there, blood might have been pouring from it, but it was there. She moved her hands and blocked the vampire's kick. The vampire continued kicking and punching at her. Buffy had to block every single one, still thinking of her nose. The vampire flipped in the air and kicked Buffy directly in the stomach and sent her falling on her ass. Buffy had let go of her stake long ago, but she wasn't worried about it. She grabbed the vampire's arm and snapped it behind her back, forcing her onto the ground. She kicked and growled. Buffy grabbed her head and slammed her into the ground repeatedly. Every time she did, she felt the vampire's kicks and cries become weaker.
Buffy finally flipped the vampire over, her face bloody and bruised. Buffy grabbed her stake and flipped it in her hand, "You broke my nose. I broke your face," she shoved the stake into her dead heart, "We're even."
The vampire burst into dust, leaving behind a faint cry. Buffy sighed and stared at the ground. She touched her tender, precious nose. It hurt, and had definitely swelled. That bitch. Buffy got up, sighing. She couldn't wait to go home. She turned around and stared. Five new, hungry, smiling vampires stood in front of her. They snarled with glee and joy as they thought of the fame they would have if they killed the chosen one. Buffy's luck had shown its ugly head again. The moment she wanted to go home, fate brought her five vermin of the night to play with. Buffy took the stake in her hand and prepared to fight. It was time for her to face the truth. She had no luck.