Buffy A.D.
NB: I own and make nothing from BtVS. The backstory and all characters from the show is merely the foundation for my story. I'm just borrowing them for my own amusement. Only the original characters that have not appeared on the show and the storyline itself belong to me.
0. Bleeding Cool
I wasn't there, in Sunnydale, when it all happened. When Buffy, the Slayer, tried to save the world...
…Again.
I don't really remember where I was or what I was doing or if any of it mattered.
All I know is that one day, the world I knew was gone. And in its place, was chaos, evil on earth and monsters walking upon the earth as though they belonged there.
Crazy thing was, they did. We humans in our dimension became the stark minority of this brave new world we were now thrust into. While the biblical Apocalypse didn't happen as described, a sort of end began something new. The hell dimension Glory promised, that did happen, but not the way she'd planned it either. Her hell invaded ours, molded itself and merged into the landscape of our existence. No place was untouched, every corner of this earth shifted. These two dimensions continue to battle each other, fighting for control and in between the folds…is us, the humans, and the not so humans but human nevertheless…trying to keep the balance lest we are consumed by both.
For now, 'life' has become routine but beyond the horizon, a change is coming on. Good or bad, I'm not sure, but we're all still here, in all our disillusioned and damaged selves. But we are all still here.
It's true though, that the Slayer, a supernatural creature of myth and goodness, couldn't save the world when fighting one of the most power hell Goddesses, Glory. But Buffy made a choice to sacrifice herself to save those she cared most about. She thought it would change everything, make it better, if anything, a bit safer for a little while longer. She believed that her willingness to die would save us all.
She was wrong.
Sometimes believing isn't enough. Hoping can slowly kill you. Sometimes you give everything of yourself, and you'll always fall short. That has always been my lot in life, but then again, I've never believed in anything.
On that one rare occasion, when everything done and can be done fails, you get another chance to make it right. Like a do over, the universe's way of telling you that not all hope is lost but that you'll have to fight, kill and want it more, what 'that' may be. In that specific moment of time, the choice to make another's sacrifice be made not in vain, arises. I don't know what the Slayer's actions really mean to me, but I know that Buffy Summers, the woman beloved to her family and friends, gave as much in her death as she did when alive.
I am not like Buffy. I am not that woman, or that type of person, who will ever save anyone or sacrifice for anybody. I am not the Slayer. I am Faith Lehane.
Whatever the fuck that means.