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The next night Buffy wandered thought the cemetery aimlessly. It had been a quiet night. Giles had insisted that she patrolled. She didn't feel like patrolling on a Saturday night. It was the weekend, it was a time for fun. But, of course she was the Slayer. The Chosen, no time for fun or normal life activities.
She was walking when she was sent reeling to the ground, but she rolled instead of falling. She turned to her attacker. "Slayer," the vampire hissed.
"Hello," she greeted him with a flying kick. The vampire got up and punched her face. She ducked the next couple of attempts of punching her. She gave him kick in the stomach, and he groaned. She kicked his jaw, and the vampire growled. She took advantage of him looking up, and tackled him to the ground. She struggled to gain control, as they rolled around in the ground. She managed to get in a position were she could finish off the vamp. She drew her stake and plunged into the vampire's chest. It exploded into dust.
With a sigh, she got off. She dusted herself and was ready to continue her patrol. She sensed someone behind her. She listened for a minute.
"So, are you gonna come out or what?" Buffy called out.
From the shadows a dark haired vampire appeared.
"Hello, Buffy," Angel said.
"So, do you have any bad news?" she asked.
"No, why would I?" he asked her.
"Well, I don't know. It might be, cause you only show up when there's something bad going on," she answered.
"Oh. Well, tonight I don't have any news. So how are you?" Angel said.
"I'm okay," she answered.
Buff looked at the full moon. "I think I'm going home, now. Patrol's boring anyway. I think Giles will be happy, that at least I patrolled," she sighed as she turned to leave.
"Bye, Buffy," he told her as she left. "Bye, Angel," she said.
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The next night Buffy wandered thought the cemetery aimlessly. It had been a quiet night. Giles had insisted that she patrolled. She didn't feel like patrolling on a Saturday night. It was the weekend, it was a time for fun. But, of course she was the Slayer. The Chosen, no time for fun or normal life activities.
She was walking when she was sent reeling to the ground, but she rolled instead of falling. She turned to her attacker. "Slayer," the vampire hissed.
"Hello," she greeted him with a flying kick. The vampire got up and punched her face. She ducked the next couple of attempts of punching her. She gave him kick in the stomach, and he groaned. She kicked his jaw, and the vampire growled. She took advantage of him looking up, and tackled him to the ground. She struggled to gain control, as they rolled around in the ground. She managed to get in a position were she could finish off the vamp. She drew her stake and plunged into the vampire's chest. It exploded into dust.
With a sigh, she got off. She dusted herself and was ready to continue her patrol. She sensed someone behind her. She listened for a minute.
"So, are you gonna come out or what?" Buffy called out.
From the shadows a dark haired vampire appeared.
"Hello, Buffy," Angel said.
"So, do you have any bad news?" she asked.
"No, why would I?" he asked her.
"Well, I don't know. It might be, cause you only show up when there's something bad going on," she answered.
"Oh. Well, tonight I don't have any news. So how are you?" Angel said.
"I'm okay," she answered.
Buff looked at the full moon. "I think I'm going home, now. Patrol's boring anyway. I think Giles will be happy, that at least I patrolled," she sighed as she turned to leave.
"Bye, Buffy," he told her as she left. "Bye, Angel," she said.