Faith Lehane stalks the pavement, her boots echoing with urgency. She pauses beneath a flickering lamppost, eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of movement. The weight of worry presses on her face—Dawn Summers has vanished, and with every passing minute, Faith’s concern grows sharper.
Faith Lehane pushes aside a battered dumpster, searching for clues. Her phone vibrates—another dead end. She clenches her fists, frustration simmering. "C’mon, Dawn, where are you?" The night feels more dangerous than usual, and Faith senses she's being watched.
As Faith approaches, she hears a muffled voice from within. Heart pounding, she draws her stake and slips inside, careful not to alert anyone to her arrival. The pews are overturned, and candle stubs litter the altar. Dawn Summers is huddled near the pulpit, her wrists bound and eyes wide with terror.
Faith Lehane steps between the vampires and Dawn, her stance fierce. "You really picked the wrong girl to kidnap," she growls, brandishing her stake. The vampires hiss, lunging forward. Faith’s movements are swift and brutal—her stake finds its mark again and again.
Dawn Summers sobs with relief, clinging to Faith. "I thought they were going to kill me," she whispers. Faith embraces her, voice low but reassuring. "Not while I’m around, kid. Let’s get you home."
Dawn Summers glances at Faith, gratitude shining in her eyes. "You’re my hero," she says quietly. Faith smiles, weary but proud. "Just doing my job, Dawnie. But next time, no disappearing acts, okay?" The two figures walk on, the sunrise promising a new beginning.
