Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer in any way. No profit is being made from this story.
Author's Note: This story is co-written by my wonderful husband, Firewolf6. It comes to you completely un-beta'd. If anyone is willing to act as beta, either message me or email me or leave a review.
Prologue
This is a tale of caution. A warning if you will. Not to sound jaded but there are people – and I use the term generously – who aren't to be trifled with.
Once I was a seemingly typical girl. Sixteen years old and wonderfully carefree. What I wouldn't give to go back to that time.
The time for those regrets is over now though. By human reckoning, I have just celebrated my six-hundredth birthday. I can see the doubt in your eyes and believe me, I wish I could doubt. But I don't have time for that right now. The story I'm about to tell you is completely true. Believe what you will, but you have been warned.
My name is Buffy Summers and I used to be the vampire slayer. Except I screwed up and got turned. This is my story.
It all started when I was fifteen and called to be a slayer. I had unwillingly accepted the role and tried to go on having a normal life, with friends and family not knowing my deadly secret.
That was my first mistake.
A slayer is usually found early enough in life that friends and family aren't part of the picture. Usually a slayer is taken away and trained from an early age. I was an exception to that and refused to give up my friends. If only I had known then what I know now.
My first watcher, Merrick, died shortly after I was called, in a fire that led to my getting expelled from school and my mother and I's subsequent move to Sunnydale.
That was my second mistake.
As it turned out, Sunnydale was home to a hellmouth. Literally, a hole between dimensions, between our dimension, here on Earth, and several "hell" dimensions.
My third mistake was being becoming a vampire myself. Not that I had much choice in that decision, but it still ranks as the third and deadliest mistake.
