A low growl rose up in the vampire's throat. Buffy smiled, relishing the fact that she could turn this into a fight. She dropped her stake onto the cool marble floor and grinned at the vampire, taunting him.

"Going to kill your first slayer?" The vampire leaned towards Buffy a little and pounced on her, fangs out. Buffy ducked and placed her palm on the floor for easy take-off.

"What, cat got your tongue?" Buffy gazed at the floor and guessed the vampire's spot by his shadow. She leaped up and swung a foot at the vampire. The vampire went down. Buffy yawned and glanced at her nails.

"I could kill you now, but I'm bored," Buffy pointed out as the vampire got up. He lunged at her, but Buffy back-flipped over her stake, hands straight out. Her outstretched fingers felt steel and she curled her fingers over the bar on the ceiling.

Buffy grinned. The fight was going to end soon, if she had any say in it. She twisted her hanging figure to avoid the vampire's kick. Then, she hoisted herself up and lashed out. The vampire was pushed back roughly.

Buffy released her fingers. She fell to the floor in a low crouch. Her finger scraped the floor beside her and grabbed the wooden stake. She threw it at the vampire and watched as he turned into dust.

"Done," Buffy murmured under her breath. She spun around, her blonde hair flying out, casting shadows on the wall behind her. There were more shadows - on the floor. Buffy glanced at it and knew that there were more vampires arriving.

Buffy calmly grabbed another stake. She threw them over her shoulder and heard the pleasing sounds of dusted vampires. She back-flipped and picked up her stakes before piercing them through the remaining hearts.

"Easy not queasy," Buffy sighed and slammed the door after her.