The right one
By
Chosen2007
Buffy, Willow, Xander, Dawn, Giles and Faith belong to mutant enemy and there madman Joss Whedon.
Minx, Paragon, Josephine and Amy belong to me.
It's been three years since she with her powerful army took down Sunnydale to the point where no vampire or demon were want to lay there head down there anymore. It's been three years and now where Buffy like it or not, her retirement is about to end. She's been training slayers to be fierce to be tough to be everything that she is but there have their own style and Buffy had to adapt to it. Buffy has learn that every slayer is unique in how they walk, talk and fight when it really matters. She has also taught Dawn the same thing and she turned out almost has fierce has her sister. However, there's been apart of Buffy where the woman who longs for her mate has been calling waiting for any word on Angel or Spike. They have been in hiding for two years and no one has heard from them. No one at all, nothing at all and that sadness has been rage not knowing. Rage that's caused Buffy to haunt them, kill them all until she finds an answer. Now she's talking looking for an answer mind you but if you kill the right one then it will all fall into place. If you kill the right one!
Three years and 5400 hours she's been out of the game. She's been the one behind the scenes and she's loved it. She's slept even if it was plaque by nightmares about losing Spike or Angel over and over again. She should have told them in Spain that she was okay and not to worry but she was on a mission to knock down the immortal one down a step or two. 5400 hours and now she's get up out of the bed and she put on her black boots with black jeans and her shirt. She drove her car down to where vampires were popped up and there at the grave she sensed one was about to come up. So she stand right there waiting for it and he popped up. Not impressed. He punch her. He hit like a girl. He kick her or tried to that didn't work. She kicked him, he flew. She staked him. He was dust. She turned and there he stood dressed like Johnny Cash all in black and he looked…interested in what she was doing. So she walked to him and he smiled at her. "Now do we have to fight slayer?" the man said to her. "You're going to get your ass kicked." Buffy smiled at him and knocked him with thunderous roundhouse kicks and he went down a knee and got back up. "That hurt. You know after two thousand years I wouldn't expect a little girl to make it hurt but that was good." He said to her. He punched her and she flew. He landed where she was. "My name is Paragon and you are Buffy. When you want more, come to me." He said as he walked away. Buffy got up and he was gone. She just found the right one.