The Evil That Men Do
Prologue
HELLSAPOPPIN'...
The cemetery was going up in flames as the hooded figure soared through the air and slammed its boots directly into the center of Buffy Summers's chest. With a grunt of pain, she smacked against the stone wall so hard that for one startling moment, she thought her heart had exploded.
The breath was completely knocked out of her. But Buffy had no time for pain, or injuries. Not if she wanted to live.
Her attacker was bent on killing her, of that she was certain. Buffy didn't have a chance to suck in air, even to think, as she instinctively fought back a rain of punishing blows. First to her face, then to her midsection, even to her thighs and kneecaps. The punches and kicks came hard and fast.
She fought back with every trick in her Slayer's repertory. Pushing away from the cemetery wall, she whirled in the air with a vicious roundhouse kick
that caught the faceless figure across its throat. She followed that with a double-fisted blow to its solar plexus and jammed her fingers in and up below the rib cage.
Nothing seemed to faze it. It came back at her, hardly winded, and ramme ... read full excerpt from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Adult) #6: The Evil That Men Do ebook
