Buffy awoke somewhere unknown. All the creatures around her had their fangs retracted and their swelling appetites set on her body. She tried to do the normal flip to stand up but she felt her arms chained to an ironing board made of metal. Her legs were wet, they had either dragged her or … she looked down and saw the puddle of blood that smelt fresh. It was nauseating and overwhelming. It hit her again, the smell, and then her eyes closed.
Had days passed? When she awoke she witnessed piles of dust and nothing but small fragments of chipped stakes. A tall black haired girl seemed to glide into a double cartwheel.
"Hey, I'm Jelian" the girl called out and as she scooped up stakes and threw them into a large leather bag.
"Oh hi, Jelian? I seem to be CHAINED, so if you can get off your caffeine boost and maybe untie me, I'll be grateful." Her snide remarks were back, and the girl ignored her with just a small side of rude gesture.
The Slayer broke the chains and seemed to bend the metal table. She scooted off of it and fell into the small puddle.
"SHIT! These are new boots!" She began to charge at her newfound "friend" who seemed to be waiting. A double kick and jab sent Buffy flailing to the ground. She was dizzy and out of the sort, and she knew this girl wasn't a slayer, but she was something.