She walks through the silent cemetery
her stake at the ready
her senses alert, waiting for danger
when something moves, she jumps
ready to face the unknown evil
she is the slayer
Energy is humming around her
she feels it running through her veins
she feels it at her fingertips
her eyes snap open
as the pencil floats
she is the witch
He lays back keeping his eyes on the screen
he watches cartoon characters dance in circles
he is bored
he takes a sip of soda
he thinks about Buffy and Willow
he is the friend