Ficlet. Sort of.

Everybody's gone home for the summer, and I mean EVERYBODY. I haven't done any sort of social thing in over a month. So I've been in a bit of a weird mood. Yesterday I went to see the newly released (in the UK) Hellboy. I missed the train back, so I sat in the pub, drank, and read new scientist. Eventually got home, drank more, then wrote this.

I realise this doesn't neccesarily excuse it.

( Moral ambiguity comes to Sunnydale )

Help!

I've had this story wandering round my head for a while. But being fairly new to writing,I'm still having trouble finding a style that works for me. So here are two versions of the beginning of a story. I kinda want to know what people think, so I can work out which way to go.

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