Buffy jumped up and spin kicked the vampire backwards into a crypt. “You know,” she said, pulling out her stake and twirling it once. “Sneaking up on girls, especially ones that can kick your ass from here to hell, is very rude.” The vampire snarled and leapt at her, but Buffy dodged out of the way. Life sucked. All it was for her anymore is Slay, take care of her sister, fight off a lust crazed vampire, and slay some more.

The vampire smashed into a tree and growled in a mixture of pain and severe annoyance. Good, Buffy thought, Maybe I’ll get a decent fight tonight. She had just finished the thought when three more vampires jumped down from a tree not to far in front of her. She sighed. Great.

The vampire she had been fighting first hissed something at his friends, who looked like they had a serious case of the chicken pox. They advanced on her. Buffy raised her stake, and they stopped. Buffy slammed her fist into the first one’s chest, sending it reeling backwards to the ground. How long was she going to have to put up with crap like this? All vampires ever did anymore was step out and fight. Where was the fun in that? Where were the plots? Where were the apocalypses?

But on second thought, Buffy really needed a break. She had been back from the dead for a few months now, and things were getting to be too hard to handle. Her friends had moved on with their lives, and she didn’t seem to fit in anymore. The only person who seemed to stay hooked on her anymore was Spike. Big annoyance.

Buffy stakes the first vampire she had fought, then turned on the other three. They had formed a semi circle around her. Buffy raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. She had learned how to get out of situations like this years ago. Which was another thing that was annoying her. She knew so much about being a Slayer, and the evil nasties weren’t giving her a big challenge. Sometimes she wished the fight with Glory had been drawn out more.

Buffy roundhouse kicked one of the vampires to the ground, spun, and grabbed the wrist of the one that tried throwing a punch at her. Without letting go of the one’s wrist, she turned and kicked the other in the stomach, sending it into a tree. She twisted evil nasty number one’s wrist, then threw him backwards into a tree branch. He dusted.

Everyday was like a repeat of the one before. Things were getting to be boring, and she couldn’t think of anything to fix it. She didn’t belong here. She was supposed to be dead. She did her duty, and her time was up. But no, she had been brought back. She had been confused, and the only person willing to help her was a soulless evil vampire that she hated with all her being but somehow had a connection with him. Ever since she slept with him, she had felt drawn to him. Just another mishap in the glorious life of Buffy Summers.

Buffy dusted the last two vampires and brushed off. All could she could really come up with as a conclusion was that her life was twisted. Twisted, bent, and completely abnormal. The life of a Slayer. And there was nothing she could do to fix it.