A grunt left  the Slayer's lips as she received a blow to the face. Where the hell did that other vampire come from? Whatever, three times the fun now. Faith disposed of two of the vamps pretty quickly - the last took a little longer, but mostly because it was something evil to take her frustrations out on. Something warm dripped down her cheek and she raised her hand to her brow, fingers coming away sticky with blood.Â
"Shit." She whined. "How the hell am I meant to get into the club looking all beat up? Thanks a lot, jerk." Faith growled at the last vampire, shoving the stake in his heart as he ran at her.