She who hangs out in cemeteries (Julian)
It was a typical evening, if you were the slayer.
Mel had a pretty good patrol routine mapped out, and she ran it through every night she could--which was most of them. One got away from her here and there, but it was rare. She walked a circuit around York, from the Phoenix to the cemeteries, out toward the Gates, and back. She usually started around 11:30.
She was halfway to the Gates when she heard it.
There was a half-hiss, and a lurk sort of poured out of a shadow and into the path in front o her. "Slayer," he said.
Mel shrugged the backpack off her shoulders. And she smiled.