The Vamp that fed from the blond Slayer recently withdrew his fangs from around her neck. He looked at the dying corpse. "Sleep well Slayer!" He kissed her cheek and got up to rejoin his fellow Vamps. They were a bunch of Punk Biker Vamps from another cemetery that Giles told her to retrieve an articraft from: Some special object known as the Takan Knife.
It's to give Slayers special gifts to stay eternal, never die.
But this particular Vamp was fighting the main Slayer and bested her. Won against 'thee Buffy Summers' and proclaimed her 'his.'
She will wake up with new fangs and all.
Buffy the Slayer is no more, but Buffy the 'Vamp' is alive and kicking.
The young fledges backed away as she woke up. Hungry. Starving. Everything was aching in this dim body.
She hurt everywhere as she needed to 'eat.' Particular human. Prime Veal on a hot day. She worked her limbs and stretched, getting up like a beautiful Tigress on the prowl.
Her sire smirked at everyone around the room. To those whom dared challenge him, he gave a sharp glare. "See, it's not hard to take out the Slayer. You've just got to improvise..."
"Take her at her weakest."
"Learn from the best!"
Buffy smiled real wide. Like she was hiding the 'best' kept 'secret.' "Sire, can I call you sire...?"
"It's Devon."
"Well, Devon, let me introduce you to my 'WOOD!' Before he can even shout, the wood pierced his back. He crumpled into nothing and the whole room splattered into dust.
Marcella took off. She ran after her and flew 'Mr. Pointy.' It struck her leg and she howled and writhed on the ground. She pulled Marcella up and said, "Let's be honest. I'm getting bored of you!" Then, she was gone.