Chapter 1
She was so caught up in her thoughts, that she didn't sense the vampires come up behind her. The first threw a knife, hitting her right arm, causing her to scream out in pain and drop her stake. Definitely not fledglings. They knew what they were doing and they knew she was alone tonight. No one to help her. No one to save her.
True, there were only half a dozen or so and she's taken on more than that by herself before, but they were armed. What happened to already having their weapons, not needing anything but fangs? Spike was wrong. …Yes, Buffy. That's what you want to concentrate on. Spike being wrong for once. Get a grip.
Too late. The vampires descended on her while she was deep in thought over her inner turmoil. They surrounded her, all of them attacking at once. She managed, by shear luck to dust one of the attackers, but another immediately filled the get-away opening. One of them found the thrown knife and decided to use it. She screamed in agony as the knife sliced down her left arm and then again as it cut deep, opening her right thigh. She fell to the ground in pain, unable to stop the oncoming attack.
This is it. This is how I die. Again. That was her last thought as she slipped into unconsciousness.