Buffy halls ass out the back doors of the gym. The smell of gas strong on the night air, the sound of fighting and screaming still coming from inside. She lights the motolov cocktail in her hand, turns, and throws. It catches on the fumes and implodes as a firebomb, Buffy diving behind a car. The flames bursting over her head then sucking back into the gym.
The fire roars as she stumbles to her feet, already bleeding from many scratches and gashes, one across her forehead, slicing through her eyebrow. A fractured nose, a dislocated shoulder from her ungracious landing, and various bruises. Skid scratches on her hand and knees from diving behind the car as well, the pavement not as cushy as her slightly dazed mind thought it might be. Her fingernails bleeding from clawing open the locked gym door in the chaos. Her knuckles bruises and bloody from beating vamps to a pulp without any weapons. She'd used her last one fighting Lothos. Staking him in the chest, then spin-kicking the splintered chair leg all the way through.
Pike had stayed, he'd told her to run, to light up the night. He'd brought the gasoline. When all eyes had been on her fighting Lothos he dumped it all around the gym, his friend Sammy had help as well. Sammy had run after the vamps decided they were going to be massacring all the students in retribution of their master.
Buffy had fought her way to the back doors, slaughtering viciously anyone in her path. By the time she had reached the doors she had taken down sixteen vamps with her bare hands. She'd grabbed the door handles, then with sickening clarity, realized they were locked. She was distracted trying to pull the doors apart with her fingers, when a vamp jumped her from behind. A trashy dressed female, leather pants, blonde hair, blood red finger nails and gaudy jewelry. The vamp had grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her off-balance.
Buffy had hit the floor painfully, then doing a leg sweep, brought the vamp down as well. By this time Buffy was desperate, and pissed. People were dying all around her, being slaughtered as Lothos' follower's cut swaths through the kids she had grown up with.
She'd straddled the vamps waist, then grabbing the chicks face, ripped off her lower jaw. The vamp had let out a banshee like scream, and Buffy had silenced her with a fist through her mouth, going to the back of her throat, smashing the vamps spinal column.
Then she'd stood and turned, taking one last look at the carnage behind her, and made her first decision as a general, and not a 15 year old girl. She had made the decision to sacrifice lives in order to save the people these vamps could kill if she didn't. If she stayed, she would die as well, and the people her being a slayer could save would perish. She had made the decision to kill her boyfriend Pike. The only person who had tried to understand. He was dead anyway; there was no way he was making it out of this slaughterhouse alive.
So with the screams of her former class mates still ringing in her ears, Buffy had turned, kicked open the doors, and ran, lighting the gym like it were a bomb. And took innocent lives in the process. The first, and she prayed, the last human lives she would ever be forced to take.
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This may or may not be continued. Depends.