Dawn was fidgeting impatiently in English class, watching the clock. Five minutes till the end of the final period of the day. As usual, the teacher was droning on about something which was absolutely meaningless to Dawn's life:

"Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Picture of Dorian Gray, A Doll's House — what do they have in common? They're all short. They were all written in the final years of the 19th century. Something about the end of a century makes people pessimistic. And they all share two themes — dualism and loneliness." The teacher wrote these two words on the board.

"Dualism — Dorian is eternally young and beautiful on the outside, but rotten, soulless and heartless on the inside. Jekyll is one person during the day and another at night. Nora appears to have a happy family, but her marriage is loveless and she feels no true affection for her children.

"Loneliness — No one finds love in these stories. Dorian doesn't know how to love. He destroys every life he touches. He ruins every person foolish enough to care about him. Jekyll's too insecure to tell the woman he loves how he feels about her. Nora always felt alone; at the end of the play she is alone.

"Jekyll and Dorian try to deal with the loneliness through promiscuity, but that only leaves them empty. It also entails risks of its own. Both men both die horribly disfigured in the manner of syphilis victims. A common theme in the literature of this period was that sex can kill you. This metaphor was of course taken to its logical conclusion in 1897 in Dracula, where a bunch of gorgeous monsters go around seducing men and women and infecting their blood. Hence the renewed popularity of the vampire metaphor in the age of AIDS."

"No one finds love in these stories. Except, ironically, in Dracula. I know I didn't assign that one, but has anyone read it?" Janice raised her hand. "Janice, how does it end? What happens to the main characters?"

Janice thought a moment. "They get married, have kids, live happily ever after."

"How strangely conventional," the young female teacher wryly responded. "Of course, at the beginning of the story the hero and heroine are boring, uninspiring mediocrities. They only find love after proving their bravery and courage by risking their lives to kill monsters. So maybe the overarching theme of late-Victorian literature is that loneliness is bad, promiscuity is worse, and the only path to happiness is finding true love. But no monsters, no love. Kind of depressing for those of us who live in the real, monster-free world." The bell rang. The students left the classroom.

Dawn was walking to her locker. On the way, a cute jock she didn't know that well named Clarke approached her. "Say Dawn, what did you think of the chemistry test today?"

Dawn was surprised he was talking to her. "Wasn't too bad," she answered indifferently.

"By the way, Dawn, I missed chem class last Tuesday. I was wondering if I could borrow your notes. I'll give them back to you tomorrow morning. Or if you want them back sooner I can drop them off at your house sometime tonight. Whatever's fine with you."

Dawn was perplexed by Clarke's attention. He was coming up with lame excuses to talk with her and see her. He sounded like — Brandon. But Clarke was popular. He didn't need to act desperate. Dawn figured this must be a joke.

"Why don't you ask Roger?," Dawn suggested. "He's in the same class, plus he's like your best friend. Wouldn't be the easiest thing to do?"

Clarke had to come up with a plausible excuse to explain why he was going out of his way to talk to Dawn. "Uh, Roger, um, doesn't take good notes. I figured since you're smart you might be a better person to copy off of."

Dawn had to come up with her own excuse to end the conversation. "Uh, Clarke, thing is, I don't have my chem notes on me. I think they're at home. So, sorry." Clarke gave up and left Dawn alone. She put her books in her bookbag, closed the locker, and went to talk to Janice.

"Janice, Clarke just talked to me for no reason. He's the second boy this. Are they playing some joke on me?"

"Dawn, since when was getting attention from cute boys a bad thing?"

"When they're not serious. When they're just playing you. Clarke and the others, they're popular. They have no reason to be nice to me."

"Unless they like you," Janice offered as they walked out the school doors.

"Why would they like me? They used to act like I didn't even exist."

Janice tried to explain. "It's the Steven effect. When you get a cute boyfriend, people sometimes start to look at a person differently. Didn't you notice how people looked at you two?"

"I remember the girls were real jealous. I liked that."

"And when the girls get jealous, it's only natural for the boys to start thinking you're hot stuff. They may also notice that your boyfriend's no longer around."

"So they swoop in on me, like vultures," Dawn commented.

"Why is this bothering you? Look on the bright side. Hell, there's only bright side. And think of the dating opportunities."

"Dating other guys? What's wrong with you? I'm with Steven!," Dawn exclaimed as they left school grounds and walked home.

"So before he left you guys agreed not to see other people while you're apart?"

"Well, no, not exactly. But he promised he'd be back and then we'd be together again."

"And in the meantime? Did he say anything about that?"

"No. Not directly."

"That's like a green light. You can see people. He can see people. Maybe he already has. I don't see what's wrong with you dating other guys. It's just dating. You can still have a life. Come on, Dawny. It's not like Steven's coming back to Sunnydale tomorrow."

Janice and Dawn split, each going to their respective homes. Dawn got within two blocks of her house when she saw a mirage. It was Connor, standing on the sidewalk. She figured she missed him so much she was hallucinating. That wasn't a good sign. But the closer she got, the more real he looked. She was five feet in front of him, looking at his face. He was staring at hers. The mouth, the eyes, the hair — it was him.

"You're back. You're back!," a breathless Dawn exclaimed.

"Where else should I be?" Connor answered with his usual terseness.

"So you and your dad sorted everything out? You two get along now?"

"I love my father. He loves me. He always has."

"That's great. This is so great. I'm so glad you came back. I, I can't believe this is happening."

"This is where I belong," Connor declared.

For Dawn, it really was a dream come true. She smiled, her heart raced. Connor smiled back. "Wanna go to up to my room?," Dawn asked.

Connor smiled. "I'd like that."

Dawn and Connor entered. Buffy was at work. They had the place to themselves. Dawn was elated. She turned to Connor and repeated "I can't believe this is really happening."

"Like a dream come true," he replied.

She ran up the stairs. He eagerly followed her. They went into her room and sat on her bed. "Don't get me wrong. I want to hear all about what you've been up to. But before that, well . . ." Her voice trailed off. She moved her head towards his. He followed suit. They kissed. Dawn was on cloud nine. It was such a perfect, transcendent moment. To feel his lips on hers, to touch him, it was everything she had been missing for the past six weeks. Now the waiting and the longing was finally over. They were together again, and Dawn could be truly happy.

Dawn held Connor as they kissed. He felt a bit clammy. But he still felt good. He held her, and that felt even better. She went to take off his shirt. He caressed her neck and face. He seemed to be enjoying it as much as she was. It was all so exciting, so thrilling for the both of them.

Dawn open her eyes and looked into Connor's. They looked different. She felt his face. It felt different. Then something about his kissing seemed odd. They parted lips. She looked at him. His brow was bumpy. His upper incisors were long and sharp. His eyes were yellow. Connor looked like a vampire. Connor was a vampire!

Dawn stood up in shock. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Connor stood up and felt his face. He realized what the problem was. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I would never hurt you."

Buffy was driving home from work. She pulled into the driveway. When she stepped out of the car, she heard Dawn's screams. Buffy ran inside and bounded up the stairs. She barged into Dawn's room, and saw Connor. Even with his vampire face she still recognized him. Dawn was still screaming hysterically.

Connor was apologizing profusely and trying to get Dawn to calm down. Buffy grabbed a pencil from Dawn's desk. She approached Connor. "I'm sorry. I'm not going to hurt you. Please, relax. Calm down. Just please calm down." He saw Buffy approaching with the pointy wooden object. "Please, don't. You don't know what your doing," he told her. Connor moved away from Buffy until his back was against the wall. He didn't try to fight. As she drove the pencil into his heart, he flinched. "You don't understand, you don't know what you're doing," he said turning to dust.

Dawn collapsed onto the floor and cried. She was inconsolable. Her love, her one and only, was gone forever. It felt like the end of the world. Buffy hugged her and tried to comfort her. That was hard, because even Buffy couldn't make sense of it all. "I don't understand how this could happen," she told Dawn. "How could Angel let this happen?" She realized she needed to call Angel. Buffy left the room. Dawn was still on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Her dream had become the worst of nightmares.

"Hi Angel. How are things with your son? Is he with you?"

"Well, not right now," Angel responded.

Buffy grew worried. "What's wrong? Is he missing?"

"What? No!He's in his room reading Les Miserables. I think Connor's been watching too much tv. He needs to read more. He complained at first, but now he likes it, although he's a little too fond of the Javert character."

Buffy was relieved. And confused. Very, very confused. "So he's with you, right now, in the hotel."

"Of course he is. What's this about?"

Buffy had to come up with an excuse. "Oh, nothing much. I just worry about the little fella." That was a bald-faced lie if there ever was one. "So he's adjusted well to the move home?"

Angel was as to gush about his boy as Buffy was uneager to hear it. "I think he has. I bought him his first pair of skates for Christmas. You should see him on the ice. His speed's amazing! No surprise there."

"Good to now," Buffy interjected. "Best of luck with the whole parenting thing. Bye." Buffy hung up. Angel was rather confused. But Wesley came in with information on the demon they were tracking, and it was back to business.

Buffy went up to Dawn's room. She was still on the floor crying. Buffy hugged her. "It's okay Dawn. He's alive. He's with Angel right now."

"That wasn't Connor?"

"No, it wasn't. Connor's in LA."

"But it looked, it sounded, just like him."

"I don't know what that was. But it wasn't him."

Dawn composed herself. Then she remembered something. "Whatever that was, I met it outside, in the sunlight. What was a vampire doing out in the daytime?" Buffy knew that was a good question.

As Willow walked across campus, she caught sight of bad memory. It was Amy. She caught sight Willow. It was too late for Willow to duck out of the way and avoid her. Amy approached, and Willow decided to deal with this as civilly as possible. "It's been a while," Amy began.

"Not long enough," Willow responded with more than a hint of hostility.

"Oh right. I forgot. You didn't want me around. Something about me being a bad influence. Who knows, I might have tempted you to abuse dark magics. Good thing you avoided me and kept that from happening." There was more than a tinge of smug self-satisfaction in Amy's response.

"Amy, I don't have much of an appetite right now for sour grapes."

"That's not what this is about. I know you've been through a lot, and I thought you could use a friend. And I don't mean a magic friend. I know you're done with that. Some people can't handle the power. But we were friends long before either of us tried our first spell. To be honest, you spend three years in a cage, you lose track of a lot of people. You're really all I got left. I'd like us to be friends again. Regular, everyday, conjure-free friends."

Willow decided to switch the topic away from magic. "So what are you doing on campus?"

"I go here. Had to grow up sooner or later. Made up my last few credits, graduated high school. Took a bunch of courses here last summer. I've got a lot of catching up to do."

"It's nice that you're moving forward."

"You too. So Willow, wanna hang out sometime?"

Willow paused. "I don't think so, Amy. I'm sorry. It's just that, you remind me of all that stuff I'm trying to put behind me. It's not your fault. I just have a lot to deal with, and it's best if I deal alone. But it was nice to see you. Good luck with everything." Willow walked past Amy. Amy was telling the truth about her loneliness, though not about her turning over a new leaf. She knew where she could find a friend. Someone who wouldn't judge her. Someone who couldn't abandon her.

Daytime vampires. Just what Buffy needed. What made Slaying bearable was that half of the time Buffy was off-duty. The idea of round-the-clock patrolling was terrifying. At least most people spent most of the night in their homes, where they are safe from attack. In the daytime, people were out working, shopping, living their lives. Daytime was much more "target rich" environment for vampires. Buffy was out walking the streets. Just in case there were others, she carried a cross and stake in her jacket pockets. Of course, in a suburb like Sunnydale, the sidewalks aren't exactly crowded with pedestrians. But the shopping malls were.

Buffy went to the mall, scoping the shops and walkways for suspicious characters. As her eyes wandered, she nearly collided with two young men heading the other way. At the last second one of them quickly jumped out of her path. She heard a muffled noise, like an animal in pain. She remembered she had a cross in her front left pocket. Buffy decided to give these two gentlemen a litmus test.

Buffy walked up from behind. She took out her cross and lightly touched it to the back of one of the men. If they were human, they'd hardly notice. If they were vampires, they'd show their true face. When the cross touched his back, the man's skin burned. He turned around. He was bumpy and fangy. The man he was with wasn't. He looked human. That man tried to sort things out and his friend quickly returned to his human face. "Miss, this is just a big misunderstanding. We're sorry to bother you. If you just let us go on our way — "

Let them go on their way! Who did these vampires think they were dealing with? Buffy put away the cross and pulled out her stake. "Now, now, let's not resort to violence," one of them told Buffy.

These vampires sure had attitude. But Buffy didn't want to made a scene. "Get outside. And if you touch anyone on the way out, you're dust."

"Touch anyone? What do you think we are?," one of them asked Buffy.

"You got us all wrong. We're not like other vampires," the other one declared.

"I know. Most vampires don't go hunting in the daytime."

"We aren't hunting."

"You expect me to believe you came here to shop?"

"You're the Slayer."

"Gosh. What gave me away?"

"We're on your side."

"Oh no. Don't even try to say what I think you're about to say."

"I've never even killed anyone. Same with him."

"And I'm here to make sure you never do," Buffy replied. By now they were outside, standing in an empty patch of parking lot. Buffy didn't want to create a scene. "Now that no one's around, any last words?"

"You don't want to do this," one of the vampires told Buffy.

"Trust me, I do."

"We're not like the others," the other one said.

"You will be in about a minute. " Buffy kicked one of them in the face, and punched the other one in the jaw. They went vampy, but stayed on the defensive.

"We don't want to fight you. We don't want to hurt you," one of them told Buffy.

Buffy socked each of them again. "Good. Cause I don't want you to hurt me either." She gave each of them flying kicks and they fell to the ground. Buffy approached one with her stake poised to strike. He was on his back. He put out his hands to grab Buffy's right arm and hold back her stake. The other vampire came from behind and socked Buffy in the lower back. He put her in a full nelson to try to restrain her. "I don't want to hurt you. But I can't let you kill Robert. Let us go, and no one gets killed." Buffy got her right arm free, broke out of the hold, and flipped this vampire on his back. Then Robert ran up and knocked Buffy down with a flying kick. Buffy vaulted to her feet and kicked Robert to the ground. Then she pivoted, kicked John twice in the head and punched him in the stomach. He threw a right hook. Buffy ducked. Robert tried to attack her from behind. She knocked him down with a right elbow and a left reverse kick. John tried a left jab. Buffy blocked it. She landed two lefts to John's face and then staked him.

"You monster!," Robert yelled as he tackled Buffy. He pushed the back of her head into the pavement twice, and held her down. She punched him in the face and threw him off of her. When both of them stood up, Buffy threw a right hook. Robert dodged the blow, got behind Buffy and tried to put her in a sleeper hold. Buffy stepped on his foot and elbowed him twice in the ribs. He let go. She turned around, hit him with a roundhouse kick, and staked him. "You made a mistake," he said before becoming dust.

Buffy drove to the Magic Box and stomped into the store. She was not having a good day. "The daytime! They're out in the daytime!," Buffy yelled as she walked past Anya and into the training room, where she battered the punching bag to work off her rage.

Anya went in to talk to her. "Who are out in the daytime?"

"Vampires!"

"All of them?"

"Probably not. These guys seem new. I've killed three today. And the worst thing about them is they plead for their lives! They try to make me feel like I'm a bad person for slaying them. It's all I don't want to hurt you' and we don't have to resort to violence.' Don't have to resort to violence? They're vampires! What else can they resort to?"

They could be adapting. "Maybe they know your track record, that if you fought them there's a 99.9% chance you'd stake them. Violence hasn't gotten the job done, so the smarter ones are adopting non-violent passive resistance. Like Ghandi. Maybe they believe that if they refuse to fight you and instead lecture you about pacifism you'll get to so annoyed and bored that you'll leave town. Obviously you are annoyed, so they may be on to something."

"Wonderful. Next thing I know they'll be marching down Main Street," Buffy quipped with a sigh.

Anya continued on that tangent. "Down with Slayer oppression.' We're here, we're undead, we're not going to take it anymore.' Then the police and spray them with fire hoses full of holy water. Actually, that last idea doesn't sound so bad. If a priest blessed a hydrant, would that bless all the water that comes through it? Think of the labor-saving possibilities! Tens of thousands of gallons of liquid death."

"If it's one thing I hate more than a killer vampire, it's a vampire who doesn't even have the guts to put up his hands and fight," Buffy declared. Actually, that sounded a bit like Spike when he was chipped. She didn't realize this.

"I still still don't get the part about not getting killed by sunlight," Anya added. "How is that possible?"

"I don't know," Buffy responded. "Sunlight doesn't kill them, but stakes do. If you can, look through some of the books here, see if there's anything on spells that can do that.

"Like some sort of temporary magical sunscreen."

"Something along those lines. I'm going back out to patrol. Never thought I'd have to do that when the sun's up."

Buffy went home and saw Dawn in the living room. "There's more of them," she told Dawn. "I killed two more at the mall."

Willow was working at her computer in the dining room. "More of what?," she asked.

"Vampires. Outside. In the daylight," Buffy told her. Willow dashed into the living room.

"How did they pull that off?," Willow asked.

"We don't know," Buffy answered. "They're not invincible. They're just sun-proof. And sarcastic. Or just idiotic. They act all surprised when I try to kill them."

"Obviously they don't understand the rules of the game," Willow inferred. "Which isn't that strange, seeing how they're already breaking one of the big ones. How many of them are out there?"

"That's what we need to find out. Willow, is Xander home from work yet?"

"He should be in a few minutes."

"Call him. Tell him what the deal is. You two hit the shopping mall. That's where I found two of them. I'll go downtown. Dawn, you check out the parks."

"Question," Willow began. "If we find one of these vampires, try to kill it ourselves, or play it safe and call you?"

"They're very cowardly. You attack it, it'll probably run away. First, flush it out of the crowds so it can't hurt anyone. Then beep me."

Buffy dropped Dawn off at the park, and went to Main Street. Willow got in touch with Xander and explained the latest dilemma as best she could. She told him where to meet her. It was about an hour until sunset.

Dawn was strolling around the meadow, looking for anything suspicious. She heard someone approaching from behind. She pulled out her stake and turned around. It was Clarke. She quickly hid the stake behind her back and put it in her back pocket. "Uh, hi there Clarke. What are you doing here?"

"Um, I was just walking home from practice and I saw you. Thought I'd say hi."

"Mission accomplished. You said hi. I said hi. That about does it, right?" Aside from not wanting to hang out with Clarke, Dawn was worried about his safety. And he was distracting her from finding vampires.

Clarke was rapidly discovering that Dawn was playing to get. "I Don't see the harm in talking."

"It is the polite thing to do. I guess. Whatever. So, um, well, how's wrestling?" He did just come from practice, so it seemed like an obvious question.

"Ever do something because everyone expected you to?"

"Yeah. I think so," Dawn responded.

"That's wrestling for me. My dad was state champion. He loved it, he had fun doing it, so he thinks I will. It's not like he's living vicariously through me or anything bad like that. He means well. The problem is, no matter how good I get I know I'll never be as good as him. I was third at counties last year, which is, like, rare for a sophomore. Still, I always feel like I'm wrestling in his shadow. Know what I mean?" Even while trying to get sympathy, Clarke couldn't help touting himself.

Well, obviously Dawn had some idea what he meant. She decided to play along, even though he was being calculating. "I understand. So you don't like wrestling, even though you're captain and everything?"

"I don't know if I like it. I just know that I'd feel a bit empty if I stopped doing it. I'd just get bored. Same way with football. It's what I do. It's what my friends to. It's a part of my life. Dawn, I have a confession to make. You know why I'm here talking to you?"

Oh no, Dawn thought, he's going to tell me he really likes me. She didn't want to hear that. "I really don't care."

He continued. "Because I figured that with you I could take about something other than wrestling, or football, or which cheerleaders my buddies want to ask out, or which one of my buddies the cheerleaders want to ask out. You seem a little less petty, and a lot more original and interesting than that."

Dawn was beginning to think that she should stop giving this boy the cold shoulder. Clarke seemed nice enough. And he was awfully cute. Five nine, chiselled body, wavy black hair, soft brown eyes, strong but pretty face. No harm in giving him a chance.

"So why now, all of a sudden?," Dawn asked. "What changed to make you to notice me?"

"Me, I guess. Kinda getting tired of only being around people who do the same stuff I do. By the way, what do you do? What's your thing?" This was a question Dawn would have to tip-toe around.

"You mean what do for kicks? A little juvenile delinquency. Some fighting. I'm in a gang. You didn't know that?"

"He-heh-heh. That's the cool thing about you, Dawn. All that high school crap — who's May Queen, who's Homecoming King — you know it doesn't matter. You're smart enough not to care."

"Not caring. Thanks. So that's a good trait?"

"How bout hard to please, suspicious of strangers, impossible to compliment," Clarke joked.

"I just like watching you try so hard to impress me. Your effort is very impressive."

"Sounds like I've succeeded. Later Dawn. See ya round." Clarke walked away. He seemed like someone Dawn could like being nice to. And she was flattered by his tireless efforts to win her over. Then she remembered what she was there for. She was worried. Maybe she missed something. Still, she hadn't heard any screams. And she looked around. It was nearly sunset, and the park was empty. No vampires here. Dawn walked back to Main Street to meet up with Buffy.

"This figures," Xander told Willow as they walked around the mall. "Any old town can have vampires that come out at night. But this isn't any old town. It's the Hellmouth. So of course we have to do the rest of the world one better."

"It's perfect," Willow responded. "They can blend in, look human, act human. No one would know. They could make friends, get people to trust them, then one day - "

"Their friends are lunch?," Xander finished.

"Exactly. They don't have to attack people. They can just fool them, take advantage of the gullible humans, then kill them with kindness." Willow was of course talking about Spike. Xander was unaware of this metaphor. He didn't know why Spike was suddenly out of the picture. Matter of fact, he didn't care. It wasn't as if he missed Blondie Bear.

"So what are we looking for?," Xander asked Willow.

"Fangs, bumpy faces, screaming humans. The usual signs. You notice anything suspicious?"

"The Orange Julius is gone from the food court. But other than that, no."

"Looks like this place is dead to the undead."

Buffy went in to check up on Anya's research. "Find anything?"

"It's not magic. If the vampires were casting spells, they would make themselves invincible. Why go halfway, protect yourself from the sun but not the stake? I've found a few invincibility spells that can make the vampire impossible to kill for a few hours. But then they die. Nothing to fit what you've described. It doesn't make sense."

"Nope. Sure doesn't," Buffy responded. Then she went out onto the street. Two men across the street caught her eye. They were holding styrofoam coffee cups. One of the men took a drink. A drop of liquid fell on his lips, and rolled down towards his chin. It was dark red. He quickly stuck out his tongue to lick it up.

Buffy ran to the other side of the street. She got in front of them and pulled out her cross. This stopped them in their tracks. "Sorry to get in your way. My bad," one of them said. They moved to the side. Buffy moved with them. Then she thrust her cross at the face of one of the men. He recoiled in pain. Buffy had found two more vampires. The sun had yet to set. Buffy pulled out her stake. The two vampires ran away down an alley. Buffy pursued. As they fled, they dropped their cups and the blood splashed on the ground.

One of the vampires pushed a dumpster into the middle of the alley to block Buffy. She leaped over the dumpster and grabbed the vampire as he was running away. Buffy knocked him to the ground. The other vampire turned and ran back to help his friend. This was also unusual — one vampire risking his life to help another vampire instead of saving his own skin.

Amy approached the high school. She found an unlocked door and entered. She looked around. The janitor moved to another hall. He was out of sight. Now she was alone. "Proteus, changer of forms, return thy prisoner." Green light swirled around her. "Undo thy work, and restore thy victim." Green and blue light shot from Amy's fingertips towards the cheerleading trophy. The glass on the outside of the trophy case shattered outwards. The concussive force of the blast knocked Amy to the ground.

Catherine Madison looked around. Everything was different. She could move her limbs. What's more, move her head in order to see herself move her limbs. "Free! I'm free!" she exulted.

Amy stood up. Catherine saw her. "Amy? You did this? My baby did this all by herself?"

"Welcome back mom," Amy responded with a smile. Still blown away by her daughter's achievement, Catherine ran to Amy and hugged her.

"I always knew you'd make me proud," Catherine told Amy. "You saved me! You brought me back from a living hell. You can't imagine how good it feels to be out of there."

"I think I have some idea. So, I guess this means you owe me your life," Amy smugly told her mother.

"Now we're even," Catherine half-joked. "I love you Amy."

"I love you too mom," Amy replied with a smile.

Buffy was in the alley. After she knocked down one vampire, the other charged towards her and grabbed her. He pushed her up against the wall. Buffy head-butted him in the nose, kneed him in the stomach, and punched him in the face. He fell to the ground. Buffy bent down to stake him. When she did, the other vampire kicked her in the face. He threw a punch which Buffy blocked. She landed two punches. Then a roundhouse kick of hers sent this vampire into the wall.

The other vampire lunged at Buffy from behind. She got out of his way and sent him back to the ground with a spin kick to his head. Now she focused on the one vampire still standing, the one with his back against the wall. She hit him three times in the face and went to stake him. But just before she could plunge the stake into his chest, Buffy felt a tremendous shock radiate all throughout her body. She fell to the ground.

"That's enough for now," Patrick told Buffy.

NEXT: Patrick tells Buffy how and why he did it, then tries to convince her that while he knows way too much about vampires, he's not evil Also, before she goes after Buffy, Amy's mom asks Anya to help her wreak vengeance on her ex-husband.