We haven't practiced with this yet, but I can send you what I can see. He does that. It's slightly disconcerting since it's from his viewpoint instead of hers, but he can see in the dark. 

Woah. (Slayers should be able to see in the dark, she thinks, given their job description, but for whatever reason they can't.) 

Can you hear anything? If there were vampires anywhere down here they would probably be making something in the way of sounds...

He listens.

Someone is monologuing. It's a ways away, over that way. 

Vampires. He bounces this to Karen and they start winding that way.

So they head that way. The person is still monologuing by the time Karen is within earshot of him. They seem to have a little underground cavern up ahead.

So do we... do we just go in?

I think you should line up a shot, step around the corner, and then take it. Then we'll deal with the audience.

OK.

So she accepts a bow, readies, aims, steps around the corner, and -

Killing people mid-evil-monologue is about as satisfying as killing a person can possibly be, which is not really very satisfying at all but is something that she can very grimly appreciate a tiny bit on some level anyway.

There are three vampires left, and they're surprised - it's not a terrifically hard fight. There's the body of a teenage girl in the corner.

The missing one. That's not surprising but it sucks. 

"We should clear out these sewers and make them vampire-unfriendly sometime."

"Yeah. Sometime. - do you think there's a way to get the body someplace where the authorities can find it? Just so her parents can have a funeral or whatever?"

She's not crying. Actually not. She's digging her nails into her palms but she's not crying.

"Yeah. I can carry it, just gonna put on gloves so I'm not accused of murder."

"OK. Thanks. ...do we stake the body or behead it or something? Just in case?"

Nod. "Stake's not as hard on the family - you can do a little splinter, minimum length is about the length of your finger -"

"OK."

Broken arrow, in and out, can't see the hole at all when her clothes are on. She figures she's gotta learn to do this part sometime. They still have a body at the end of it.

"I'm gonna.... I'm gonna go home. If that's OK."

"Of course."

So she goes home. 

She doesn't cry.

She does, like, one math problem of her homework, and she goes downstairs and raids the fridge for leftovers, and she stabs her notebook with a pencil too hard, and she blasts Christmas music until her sister knocks on her door and tells her that it's September and she has to keep her music at a reasonable volume until Advent, and she throws a bouncy ball at her ceiling and then misjudges the force she needs and accidentally sends the ball through the plaster. She resolves to fix it herself in the morning. She tries to sleep, and it doesn't work, and she tries to pray, and it doesn't work, and so she hides in her closet with the lights on and writes a story about a world where it is very hard to bring people back to life, it takes years of work and the survival of countless terrifying trials, but you can do it, and at the end of all of the trials an old woman asks you whether you loved the person, whether you tried your hardest to save them, whether you have in all ways at all times acted responsibly.

She tears the page out and waits until dawn and then sets to work fixing her ceiling.

He leaves Willow's body at the edge of the cemetery where a passerby will see it, and heads over to Macalaure's. 

"It awake yet?"

"Not showing any signs of it."

He opens the door to the cage, closes it behind him, and presses a cross to her leg.

The vampire is awake! And annoyed. 

"Ohh. Five more minutes."

"Sorry, but he's gonna have an attack of conscience by then, so I'm in a hurry."

"I can't actually stop you," he observes mildly. "I am kinda wondering what you even need to know."

"Monologuing fellow in the sewers. Who was he, and what was he up to?"

"You're going to have to be a lot more specific."

"Old, bald, skin looked like he's either very old or he thinks something caustic is a form of moisturizer, you and your buddies brought him a couple of Sunnydale High students yesterday..."