The Obligatory Chase Scene
Buffy stared at the masked killer in shock, as Angel's ashes wafted over the bedroom like confetti. Firstly, she felt an aching sense of despair, as if her soul had split in two. But seeing the smug way that Angel's staker tilted his head, it wasn't long before her killer instincts kicked in. Gritting her teeth, she thrust herself against the cloaked figure with all the strength she could muster. It had the desired effect, as the killer fell backwards and out of the doorway.
'Xander!' she yelled at the top of her lungs, landing a punch on the masked face. 'Oz! Willow!'
But no one came. Caught in brief confusion, the killer hit her roughly, causing her mind to blur a little. She lifted her hand to the back of her head, feeling stickyness and grit there. Her stomach lurched when she realized that she touched her own blood and Angel's dust. Her face crumpled as her vision flashed blinding white. She was going to die.
But there was silence. She blinked a few times, as her sight returned in patches. The killer was gone.
Buffy felt sore, but she had seen worse days. She staggered to her feet. Cordelia, then Angel, let alone Snyder and Harmony...there had to be a pattern. And she had a feeling that Oz, Willow and Xander were no where near the safe zone. She got to her feet, wincing at a bruise on her hip. It was okay. She was a Slayer...
She staggered down the stairs wondering why everything was so quiet. The party must have ended whilst she slept. How it had ended, Buffy did not want to know. She almost dreaded seeing the downstairs of Xander's normally chaotic house.
But the house appeared to be empty. She walked cautiously into the living room, alert and wary. The television glared brightly, depicting a pair of angsty teenagers.
'People change, Dawson...' the TV girl declared. TV boy looked sulky. Buffy frowned.
The basement. Maybe the killer was hiding in there. Buffy dreaded facing him, but it was her job. She couldn't let others die. She had already lost Angel.
She marched purposefully to the basement. Deep breath. Door open...
Buffy clasped a hand to her mouth, stifling a scream when Willow slumped backwards like a torn up rag doll. Her eyes stared up at her friend, as if confused as to why Buffy hadn't saved her. Trying to regain some sense of composure, Buffy grabbed Willow's wrist and felt for a pulse. Her eyes welled up when she realized that the cold bloody body had been dead for quite a while.
Sad, frightened, confused and most definitely angry. Buffy ran from her lifeless friend and headed towards the front door. She frowned to see that it was already wide open, but refused to waste time figuring out why. Ghostface was going to pay, and that was all she could think about as she run up the driveway.
Suddenly, a shadowy figure among the trees to her right caught Buffy's eye. She stopped. The killer had to be around there somewhere. She reached inside her jacket, feeling a rise of panic when she realized that her stake was gone. She quickly glanced around her looking for a good makeshift weapon, finally settling on the wooden fence. If she could just break off a sharp piece, hide it up her pants leg and-
'Argghhh!' she screamed when a strong force suddenly hit her from behind. Instinctively, she delivered a backwards kick, and turned round to survey the threat.
'B, you should really consider anger management,' the thwarted figure groaned, getting to her feet.
'Faith!' Buffy gasped, feeling both relieved and suspicious. What was she doing lurking around the front of the house?
'Bet you're wondering what I'm up to,' Faith guessed.
'You know me to well,' Buffy retorted quietly. 'Listen, the killer, he's here. He got...he's around here somewhere. Have you got a weapon I could use?'
'The killer?' Faith repeated with arched eyebrows. 'Here? I haven't seen any bad guys around here tonight. Unless you're counting me.' She smiled innocently.
Buffy had no time for idle chit-chat. She had to find him. 'Please Faith, just help me out, I'm being serious!'
Faith studied her co-Slayer carefully, stepped back a few spaces, and nodded. 'Okay, I've got a spare dagger here, it can do some freaking wicked damage on any kind of ugly.'
Buffy sighed a quick breath of relief. 'Thanks, just hand it over and we can-'
Faith raised a hand up suddenly and Buffy fell silent. 'What's that?'
Buffy listened carefully. 'What's wh-'
Buffy's eyes widened in horror as the black cloaked murderer swept behind Faith and held a knife across her throat. With one swift fluid motion, he glided the knife across her neck, leaving a thick bloody line. Buffy whimpered as the killer flung Faith's body to the ground, and stared at her.
With one last look at Faith, the Slayer she had never truly known, Buffy leapt at her killer, whose eyes were already beginning to ooze blood. But the killer caught her hard with a brick to the head, and Buffy fell back down, dizzy.
'Who are you...' Buffy tried to ask, but instead she gargled blood. The killer bent over her tauntingly, and brought down the painful rock again, as Buffy lost all sense of consciousness.