| 2:47p |
Cap Custom (1)
Buffy was sort of stunned. Yesterday she had turned 27. That made her the oldest surviving Slayer. Kinda, unless you counted those couple of times she'd died. Her birthday had been lonely, with everyone split to the winds, trying to pull together the new Potentials. Milestone birthdays via Skype sucked.
But, not as much as today might. The cowering girl who'd been Chosen by the spell was out and safe, being moved away from the situation by an older Potential, while Buffy dealt with the vampires who had been trying to kill the teenager. Three she was cool with. The other three who'd appeared from the darkness after losing track of the other girls made things slightly more difficult.
Buffy knew she couldn't risk calling out and drawing the younger ones in, so she just had to work her ass off to make sure she got out in a minimal number of pieces and still in possession of her soul. |