Buffy walked home slowly looking at the ground and wondering what could be going on with Angel.

She decided to take a detour and check out the cemetery, not that she expected to find anything but a nice vampire bashing would make her feel better.

She walked along, stake in hand, totally bored. For the first time since the vampire shortage she felt a little uneasy, maybe there was something going on.

Buffy kept walking and the uneasy feeling didn't go away, it grew stronger with every step. Buffy looked into the trees, nothing, behind her, nothing. It looked like the vamps were having the night off, but she had her slayers instincts and they were telling her not to underestimate the vamps tonight.

Buffy's eyes had just adjusted to the darkness of the night after she'd walked too far to use the glow of the streetlights, when she saw a flash of light. A torch?

No a lantern Buffy saw as she spotted two vampires trying to break into a crypt.

One was tall, lanky with a thin face, long nose, tiny glasses and pale skin, he looked like the kind of guy who had appeared dead even before he was reborn to be evil.

 The second vampire was short and stocky, with fat little legs and small pushed in eyes. She nearly giggled they looked like the kind of men who were in comedy's together, the complete opposites, and they were behaving comedy-ish as well, as the Tall vamp bossed the shorter one around telling him where to dig and when to try to break down the door. They began to argue, push came to shove and soon the two were fighting like little boys. Buffy watched from the shadows wondering would kill each other, now that would be entertainment. After a few minutes Buffy was sick of the vamps, neither were strong fighters, and just like with the crypt, they were getting nowhere fast.

'Problem boys?' Buffy asked sarcastically walking from the shadows.

The stocky one pulled away from the other and began to laugh

He turned to his accomplice

'Look Henry, a snack' He said, turning back to Buffy whilst morphing into his vamp face

'Wow' Buffy quipped 'I didn't think you could possibly be more ugly than you were before, but I beg to differ' She looked down at the vamps bulging stomach 'Oh and no offence but from the look of things you should probably cut down on snacks' She said with mock seriousness.

Both vampires seemed taken back that this petite blonde hadn't taken off into the night screaming for her mother.

The tall vamp named Henry seemed to realise who Buffy was, but the other, appeared a bit slow to grasp the concept.

He charged at her, head down, face screwed up. Buffy thought he resembled a bull, and she was meant to be holding a red cape or something.

She moved aside at the last moment and he ran into a tree, slumping to the ground, conscious but not attempting to get up, Buffy staked him quick-smart.

She watched him as he turned to dust and sighed, that had barely filled the tiny hole in her appetite for violence. 'Maybe your friend will be more of a challenge' she said softly turning around ready to fight, she was faced with disappointment. The other vampire was gone. She relaxed from her fighting stance and threw her used stake to the ground. The slayer wandered over to the crypt the vamps had seemed so interested in.

The Misstte Family Crypt

Peter Misstee      1763- 1789

Mary Misstte      1764-1789

Loralie Misstte   1785-1800

Jasper Misstte   1782-1800

Buffy wondered what was so special about the crypt. She wasn't about to break into it just to see what the fuss was about. She'd just tell Giles in the morning he'd know what to do.

She walked home, glad she had something to distract her from Angel's deceit.