A/N: I've decided to keep this story going. I haven't updated in a really long time but anyway, here we go.
"Beautiful" she whispered. The air smelled of jasmine. She loved jasmine. It was the only flower that bloomed in the evening. Just like her. The nighttime was her time. Her time to bloom, and to grow. To be herself. Whether she liked it or not. But enough of that. She had work to do. There will time for pleasantries later, she thought. "Hmm" she grunted. "hopefully".
All thoughts were pushed aside as she cautiously made her way through the deserted mansion, towards the garden. That's where the noises were coming from, according to the neighbors. That's where they saw the dark shapes moving amongst the shadows. That's where she'd find her prey.
Ever since the exposure of the demon underworld she had taken a liking to the new weapons at her disposal, thanks to the government funded operations. She had never used guns. They seemed so cruel and savage. Nothing like a good stake or sword. But that soon changed. She discovered these new weapons to be most useful. Efficient and easy to handle. Most of all easy to hide. The government had developed these weapons specifically for the many types of demons and monsters that roamed their ruined planet. Hollow point rounds with strong oak wood tips, or UV radiated shells became most helpful when dealing with vampires. Different types of bullets and weapons were created to adapt with the ever growing demonic population. But guns were not the only developments by the government. Swords and knives and bombs galore decorated their ammunitions rooms back at HQ. It helped, but it wasn't enough.
The noises grew louder as she made her way through the west entrance of the garden. It was dark, over grown and wet. All that remained were the jasmines. Funny, they were both survivors. That's when she saw it. A dark shape hanging from the green house roof. She unclipped her side arm and moved forward.
It was a Daiken demon. This would be quick. They were fast, but dumb. A few sidesteps and air shots and they would be done. With flawless precision she shot out the dim garden light, frightening the dark shape and sending it scurrying further into the green house. "Perfect" she whispered, that said she tossed a flash grenade into the darkness of the green house. Seconds later the grenade exploded, shattering the glass and sending rotten plants and demon viscera flying. A bright flash followed the explosion lighting up the garden completely. Immediately she spotted the rest of the clan. They came running and shrieking from their burrows, fur flying and teeth shining. She gracefully unleashed her second sidearm and spun in a great circle, firing non-stop. The garden lit up again and again with each shot fired, Then there was silence. A deafening silence.
She stood silently, watching her surroundings. Blood and fur and flesh decorated the ground. "Another job well done" she muttered as she stepped over the lifeless creatures. Unclipping her radio from her utility belt, she walked outside of the mansion. "Dan?" she spoke into the radio. "Dan!" She heard commosion on the other end. "Blackbird is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me" she responded, cringing when she heard her field codename. "I need a cleanup crew on Dawson Blvd. Seven bodies."
"Please tell me they're intact this time? You know the professor orders."
"Yeah Dan" she responded "They're intact. Mostly."
"Buffy! The Professor said-!" Snap. She turned the radio off and threw it in the back of her field car.
"Yeah yeah" she muttered. "I know".