Buffy put her hands on her hips and flung her hair behind her shoulders. "Come on! How much are you kidding me?"

The vamp hissed to show its teeth. "I don't find anything terribly funny at the moment."

"You mean OTHER than your performance right? I know you're all with the new what being only a few weeks old. But please! Face it, with you bark does not bite."

The creature ran at her, but she kicked it square in its jaw, sending it flying back into a headstone.

"See what I mean? I've got a sixty pound sister that could kick your ass!"

The vamp once again rushed at the Slayer, but with the same pathetic results.

"We've already got game set and match. What exactly are you going for here?"

"Stop it." the thing whimpered.

"What with the punning. Sorry, it's part of the gig."

"No, with the beating me up part!"

"Give me one good reason why I should do that."

The vamp shrugged. "Cause it hurts."

"You. Which I can live with. Anything else?" Buffy stared at it for a few seconds, then rolled her eyes. "Fine fine fine Mr. baby with fangs, have it your way." She reached into her inside coat pocket and pulled out a stake, then plunged it into the thing's heart. She sighed as she wiped the dust off of her sleeve. "I'm gonna get rusty if I have to keep fighting like that. Where's a good apocalypse when you need one?"