Amy is exploring a graveyard, looking for vampires to Slay.
Em smirks. "Hey, he got you all wet, at least make him walk you home."
"Nnno, I need to stay here. Till morning. And it was a bit hot anyway, so I don't even need to change. If you're so worried about people being outside, why don't you go home yourselves?"
"We're in a group, it's different. Also people don't tend to mess with the pair of six-foot-tall black teenagers. Because we're clearly scary gang members, you know."
"You need to stay here till morning? That is a very odd and specific bird-watching method."
"Clearly. Well, I'm actually trained in fighting, so don't worry."
..."Well, till somewhere around dawn. Dawn is the best time to watch. And not necessarily In This Exact Tree, but around here."
"Haaaave you ever considered, shocker, going to bed at night and then coming back in the morning?"
"What makes you think I haven't done so in the evening already?"
"I mean, I still don't see why you want to perch in a tree all night and wait for birds to show up in the morning. But hey, your funeral."
"Yep." She has no further comments and will sit in the tree and watch them for now.
Em jumps down from the sepulcher, makes a face at Faith, and starts half-heartedly parkouring her way around the graveyard.
Reuben is slightly better at his impromptu parkour! But not a lot better. Nor terribly enthusiastic.
Faith attempts hopping from tombstone to tombstone in a zigzag pattern, falls hard, shakes it off, and tries again.
She's slightly too absorbed in hopping to notice the ground stirring in one of the graves she jumps over.
She looks around and jumps down. Excuse? Excuse: "That looks fun, I want to do it!" She runs to that grave and starts jumping over it, stake ready, but concealed.
Wow. Really? Middle of the night bird-watching and weirdly enthusiastic about parkour. Well, each to their own.
Reuben pokes around in some bushes at the edge of the graveyard. They missed a vamp in there once.
Speaking of vampires, the head and shoulders of one push suddenly out of the grave, raining dirt from her hair.
Amy attempts to stake it.
The vampire is at an awkward staking angle. She gets its shoulder; it snarls at her.
Her attention drawn by the sudden motion, Em sprints towards them. "Back off it's dangerous!" she yells.
Reuben primes his water gun rapidly, having failed to do so after firing it at Amy.
Faith closes her eyes, clenches her hands at her sides, and starts taking deep breaths.
She stakes it again, trying to dust it, but going for the eyes if she can't.
Well that was nice and efficient.
Em stops short, skidding a little on the grass. "Whoah," she says, appreciatively.
Reuben hooks his water gun back onto his belt and whacks Faith on the shoulder, breaking her concentration.
"...By now it's obvious we all know what's going on. I'm Amy, and I'm the Vampire Slayer!"
"You're the what?"
"You're a vampire?" Em asks, nearly simultaneous, her off hand going to her belt for a cross.