InsaneJournal

The thought she’d had before ran through her mind again. This is almost too easy. Drawing out the so-called leader of the group was barely even worth her skills, and left her feeling strangely disappointed. Going off the memories Faith had of this “Buffy”, she had thought the blond Slayer would be far more formidable, but that wasn’t to be the case, it seemed. 

The address she had given was that of a cemetery-one in which it was easy for those she’d called for backup to hide. Though at this point, she didn’t think she’d need them. Not if things went to plan, anyway. Keeping up appearances, she was dressed in the clothes her host preferred, though they were perhaps a little too tight in a couple of places, and the tank was one lower than she might have worn normally. She sat on the low wall surrounding the gravestones, idly flipping the stake-what a dumb weapon, by the way-in one hand. 

Chocolate eyes scanned the surrounding area as she sensed those she’d chosen get into their positions. Her plan was to take Buffy from the moment she walked up-of course, after making sure she didn’t have anyone with her. One booted foot idly kicked against the wall as she pulled out a pack of Faith’s cigarettes and lit one up. Stuffing the pack back into the jacket, she continued flipping the stake.
This was gonna be fun.