Buffy stepped out of the shower rubbing away the last remaining drips of water with her towel. Quickly she wrapped it around herself and headed back to her room to dress. She was late. It was going on 7pm now and she still hadn't patrolled. Buffy slipped on her black leather pants. They encased her like a second skin leaving not even a wrinkle around her athletic and powerful legs. Just like Angel's she thought fondly before the pain struck again, never would she see his face again. Sighing to contain the sorrow Buffy tied up her wet hair and headed for the door, grabbing two stakes on the way past.
There was something in the bushes to her left, Buffy's senses were on high alert, moving closer to the bush she heard another noise to the right. Buffy cursed under her breath. She turned to look through the bushes but was sprung on from behind, she crashed to the ground with a thud. As she fell Angel's words rang in her head, "Always roll with the punches", and she rolled on impact. In a flash she was on her feet but found herself surrounded. She attacked punching the vamp in front of her and kicking out at another. Soon the air was filled with dust, Buffy was choking on it. She was tiring rapidly, her lack of sleep catching up with her, but still she fought. One after another, they just kept coming, Buffy knew she was losing. She sank a stake into another heart, but at that a vamp took her legs out from under her. Down she went as many feet connected savagely with her skin. Buffy cried out trying to push them away, her effort was in vain. Buffy could see her own blood, hear her bones breaking but still she tried to stand. With one final burst of strength she lunged, staking another vamp. This was to be her last as she felt her knees give way, her life draining fast.
There was something in the bushes to her left, Buffy's senses were on high alert, moving closer to the bush she heard another noise to the right. Buffy cursed under her breath. She turned to look through the bushes but was sprung on from behind, she crashed to the ground with a thud. As she fell Angel's words rang in her head, "Always roll with the punches", and she rolled on impact. In a flash she was on her feet but found herself surrounded. She attacked punching the vamp in front of her and kicking out at another. Soon the air was filled with dust, Buffy was choking on it. She was tiring rapidly, her lack of sleep catching up with her, but still she fought. One after another, they just kept coming, Buffy knew she was losing. She sank a stake into another heart, but at that a vamp took her legs out from under her. Down she went as many feet connected savagely with her skin. Buffy cried out trying to push them away, her effort was in vain. Buffy could see her own blood, hear her bones breaking but still she tried to stand. With one final burst of strength she lunged, staking another vamp. This was to be her last as she felt her knees give way, her life draining fast.