Buffy ran forward, planning to drop kick the fledgling vamp.

Then her boots lost traction. Buffy sailed through the air, like Charlie Brown trying to kick Lucy’s football.

“Aaaaauuuuuggghhhh!!!!”

“Oof.” She landed flat on her back, in an eruption of snow. The stake flew into the grasp of the startled vampire, who grinned.

“Well, I guess the shoe’s on --”

But she would never know what the shoe was on, because he leaned too far forward and lost his traction, falling forward onto the stake. Soon he was just another drift.

Buffy stared up at the leaden sky. “I hate Cleveland.”