<div class="floatleft">(http://frikarte.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/emilie-de-ravin-frikarte-290x160.jpg)<br/><br/></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u">ENTER</span><br/><strong>name</strong>: Buffy Summers<br/><strong>time</strong>: Dinner time<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Dad, Alexandria, (Alyssa?)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She would have rushed to dinner, but she couldn't risk losing it. The sun was just set, and already she was ina  life or death situation, her family only a few walls away. buffy's eyes were wide, as if she'd just been caught sneaking in through the window.<br/><br/>"Coming!" Buffy shouted, her bed room door closed. It was as if she could hear her dad speaking with Alexandria.<br/><br/>She was scared, but she swallowed her fear to hide her urgent situation from her father, and Alexandria. The slayer was planted in the center of her room with one calculated weapon in each hand. It was moments like these that prooved how dangerous life could be. Buffy swallowed hard, assaulted in her own home. 'This was supposed to be a safe place!' she thought as she squared up with her opponent. The hairy BEAST was contained in the corner of the room. It was as dumb as a post. But Buffy could tell: Her opponent knew that she was the slayer. Confidence edged itself onto her lips, and she smiled.<br/><br/>In one swift moment, she landed both of her rolled up magazines, and splattered the troublesome spider into oblivion. It sounded like she had dropped a small television. Still standing, awkwardly bent up about the spiders carcass, Buffy "hmph'ed" with pride, and then quickly molded her face into worry. In a snap second, she dropped the magazines in disgust.<br/><br/>It was dinner time, not like she needed food. Mystical energy always seemed to quiet her stomach and her mind when it mattered anyway. But, time with her father was always well spent. "Ok! Coming now!" she called again.<br/>