Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words I write. Anita Blake belongs to LKH and BTVS to Joss Whedon.

A/N: You know, I really should stop listening to Beethoven. It gets my imagination going, and my morbid state gets worse. At least Oz didn't die this time.
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The movements were swift, graceful in away that only an angel would be able to move. The vampires and werewolves came at her, at first one by one, but eventually they had merged into one group. She killed all of them.

Dawn’s mangled body lay behind her. The pieces were small, barely recognizable as human. Fierce anger clutched at Buffy’s heart as she plunged her hands through body after body. It held on tight, as she moved swiftly, steadily towards the leader.

Now the woman stood before her, not much bigger than Buffy. The gun was aimed at her; a mess of curls and blackness flew with the wind. The woman wasn’t human, but at this point Buffy didn’t care if the woman was a 10 year old.

“Stay the fuck back.” The woman said voice hard and cold. Buffy knew that the woman wanted nothing more than to shoot her for destroying the pack.

“They killed her.” Buffy said, her own voice startling a wolf behind the woman. He cowered in the corner, and Buffy gave a sneer in his direction.

“They killed her and you are going to die for it.”

“Sorry its not going to happen.”

Buffy moved too fast for a normal human too see. She didn’t even pause as Oz called out her name, standing by the door way. He’d come too late, his pack had been obliterated. She would have had the not-human then and there, but the woman was fast. She pressed down hard on the trigger, her vampire-pale finger not hesitating as she shot a second time. The bullets hit Buffy square in the heart, and Buffy saw nothing but darkness.