Feel sorry all you want, it won't do your self or anyone else any good.
Slay your demons, and you will not only save your soul, but others lives.
Choose the cause, live with the effects.
Look behind you, but not into the past.
Look ahead, but not to the future.
Look up, but not to God.
Look down, but not to the devil.
Look around, but not at the life, at the soul, the soul of the innocent who need protecting.
Face down evil, avoid affection.
That is a slayers life. They sacrifice. They slay. They die.
They give up every sense of the word life, including their loved ones.
They prey demons, forces of evil, vampires, and they serve out justice.
They hold back the apocalypse.
But she didn't do any of that. She looked back at her old life, she missed it, she felt. She pondered her
future. She looked around and saw people, not people to save, but people who could save her- her friends,
her family.
She looked up to God, she found Him, in her work, in the people around her, and she looked into the devils eyes, once to many.
She ran to affection, in the form of a tortured, vampire with a soul, her lover, her heart, her soul, and he ran
towards her. They survived. Countless times they saved each other in more ways, and
more times, then one could count. They belonged to each other. They were each others weakness.
However, they lived. They thrived. They were Buffy and Angel. Forever. They only had eyes for each
other. The only had hearts for each other. They only had ears, noses, lips, arms, legs, feet, and hands, for each
other.
And now, they only have broken hearts, awkwardness, tension- they only had a sea of emotion for each
other. There was no savor for either.
They were apart, slaying evil.
But if a slayer is someone so cut off from the world, then are either of them slayers?