Rick's Bar 4:01AM

Buffy stopped outside the bar where there were still a number of trucks, cars, and bikes parked outside. There was a lot of noise coming from inside. Then she thought to herself: I wonder when this place closes. When all of the drunks leave and stumble back to their wives and beat on them when they say that he's too drunk. She climbed the stairs and pushed on the black door. She liked the stain glass rose in the window. It gave her a sense of peace.

Inside the bar people were drinking and laughing, stomping there muddy boots when something funny was said.

She then saw him sitting to the right of the entrance. She rolled her eyes and took a seat at the bar to order a drink.

"What can I get you cutie?" He said calmly.

She didn't mind because he didn't like he was getting fresh. He had an English accent, which Buffy dug.

"You must be Rick." She said.

"Nope. Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. Rick just owns the building, I run it." He stuck his hand out.

She then took his hand and shook it. "Buffy Summers."

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

"So what can I get you?" He asked cleaning up a water ring.

"Black Frost, bottle. And another of what he's having." She pointed to her next hit on her list.

"Sammy?" He questioned.

"Yeah. And tell him that it's from an old friend."

"Alright." He answered back. "So how do you know ole Samson?"

"He killed me." She answered.

Wesley started laughing. "Never heard that one before." He said as he took a draft beer over.

When Wesley got there he pointed at her and Sammy's eyes got big as he recognized her.

Buffy then got up with her beer leaving $10 on the counter and walked over. Sam took the opportunity to run into the bathroom.

She followed him moving no slower or faster then before.

She pushed the men's bathroom door in and saw Sam trying to climb out the small window by the sinks. He was through to his stomach and was trying to pull himself out.

Buffy went over and pulled him back in by his feet, causing him to hit his chin and it split open.

"Where you think your going Sam?" She placed her hands on her hips waiting for an answer.

"You're a- a fucking ghost!" He shouted as blood now ran out of his mouth.

"Yeah, well were not all perfect..." She pulled him up by his bottom lip until he was up. "Are we?" she pushed in a stall and he fell on the toilet. He was so scared he thought he was going to shit his pants.

"Did you enjoy that nice little ride you got? Was it fun?" She kept getting closer to him, and it continued to scare him. "Did you come? And if so how many times?" She then grabbed his hair and smashed his head into the tile on the back wall. And blood came out of his ears.

"Yes!" He blurted out load almost in tears.

"And how many times?"

"Six. Six times."

"Oh my Johnson down there sure knows how to satisfy his owner." She pulled him up and out of the stall he was up against the door, Buffy walked toward him and took off Spike's duster. When she got to the door she turned to deadbolt and started licking his neck. "Wanna go again? Do it with a dead girl?"

"No thank you. But I'm ok." He said in a higher voice.

"Well sorry you're not getting a choice here." She started undoing his pants. "On second thought you just might." She took a knife out of her skin-tight pants and made a slice across his "Johnson" and it feel to the ground.

Sam screamed in pain and horror at what had just happened.

"Guess you won't have any now! I mean you think I would just jump your bones because you turned me on a little bit? What a big fucking NO! basiclly I'm just her to kill ya, in about now." She said and with one swift swip she sliced his head off. "Sorry you didn't get a longer warning." She said to the decapitated head. There was a business card that had fallen out of his jacket pocket that read The Laughing Gremlin and on the bottom it read 'Tattoo Parlor' and an address. Buffy pocketed it then unbolted the door and left with the knife on the sink counter.

She saw Wesley at the bar again and stopped.

"Hey. You have a talk with your friend?"

"He lost his head over it." She smiled at him.

"Glad you found him." He smiled back.

"It was nice meeting you Wesley. I only wish I had more time." She said. "Bye."

"Bye." He said as she left. He then said to himself "Who's that girl." As she walked out the same door she walked in.