Main character: Buffy
Season: Like I said - Season One; scary!
Teaser: Who's following Buffy? And what do they want with her?!

She ran through the forest, grabbing the hood of her cape and pulling it tightly over her head.
Behind, she could hear the men. The men with their search dogs and flash lights, crashing wildly
into the undergrowth, hollering commands.

"Keep looking! She's gotta be here somewhere."

She longed to stop. To stop and rest. To cry. Her chest heaved as she ran. Not just from lack of
breath, but from the cold as well. Below her cape, her shivering body was clad only in a thin
cotton smock; the single item of clothing that she *knew* was hers. Drawing her cloak tightly
around her svelte body, she began to run faster. She had no other choice. If she hid, the men
would find her. Find her and strap her down to the cold metal table, and cover her
bare skin with white pads, poking tubes up her nose and hypodermic needles into
her arms . She shuddered uncontrollably. There was no way she was going back.

Looking up ahead, she saw traces of light beginning to shine through the trees. She was almost at
the edge of the forest; almost free. Her lips curled into a bright, triumphant smile. She was going
to make it! Even the voices of the men and the barking of their dogs seemed to fade. They
wouldn't dare to follow where there were people. That would lead to too many questions. Too
many questions...

She continued to run, her breathing tight and wheezy. Pain seared through her side and lower
stomach. She pressed her lips tightly together, suppressing a yelp so that the men would not hear
her. Stumbling blindly forwards, she realised that the outside world was only a few steps away.
She reached out with her arms towards the light, lifting her darkened eyes to the sky and smiling.

"Free!" Her eyes widened in awe of the town which stood before her. "Welcome to Sunnydale,"
she murmured absently, wiping a dirty tear from her cheek and hugging herself. "Free."

Xander hummed a jaunty tune as he walked home from school. It had been a long day...even if
he *had* blown off a couple of classes. Lifting his gaze from the ground, he noticed someone
walking towards him, wearing a long black cloak with the hood pulled up. He raised an eyebrow
curiously, but the cloaked person didn't acknowledge it in anyway. Xander shrugged to himself;
most people ignored him anyway.

Before Xander knew what was happening, the dark stranger fell forwards limply. His arms flew
out, grabbing hold of a pair of arms. Glancing up once more, he gasped with shock. The
stranger's face was no longer hidden, for the hood of the cape had fallen down.

"B-Buffy?"