Buffy awoke with a startle, she was in a small town outside of Los Angeles. She had decided she wasn't going back to Sunnydale. The one love she had, had just been swallowed into the Hellmouth. The friends she had, were always in danger, and her watcher wasn't as tough as she had thought he could be. She had lived a fantasy life before this harsh reality. She had been on the Pep squad at her school, she was dating THE quarterback. She smiled with the emphasis she placed on him. He probably was turned into a vampire the minute she left the school.
She intended to call her friends and address the matter at hand. Buffy Summers, glorious Slayer would never see Sunnydale again. She ruled it out of her head, heck, it never existed. Better yet, that part of California had been swallowed by a massive tidal wave. So, she had finally made the decision. She was Anne.
Buffy walked onto the small street, past the busy people who had been talking and smiling. She heard screams from an alleyway and ran down it. A larger vampire was drinking from a small blonde, caressing her thighs and ready to kill. She tapped him on the back, as he turned with a fist, she ducked and jabbed him in the stomach, then she slid her leg under him and watched him fall. As dust rose, she did a small cartwheel over his body and broke a crate's top over a small chair and came running towards him with a stake. And then she remembered, she wasn't the slayer. Kendra had died. Another would be called. She was just an ordinary girl, with strength and amazing aerobatic abilities. She let him throw her into a small pile of trash bags. She mounted a metal fire escape ladder and climbed up to the roof. The vampire grew tired and just snapped the innocent's neck. Buffy watched as he dropped her like a rag doll. She was about to be sick, but she scaled another building and ladder and returned to the street life.
Buffy was no longer the Slayer. Atleast in her own book, but your past will always find you………..