Moonlight spills over crumbling headstones as Buffy moves silently through the graveyard, stake in hand. Her boots crunch softly on the gravel path, eyes scanning the shadows. A chill wind rustles the dead leaves. Suddenly, a hand bursts from a fresh grave. Buffy doesn’t flinch. She sighs, rolling her eyes. "Right on schedule." In one fluid motion, she readies her stake, stepping forward to meet the rising vampire.
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