Stepping Through The Darkness
Prologue
She stumbled over the cracked pavement, barely holding onto consciousness. It was pitch dark and she struggled to see a thing, though she was normally very good at seeing through the darkness. Her hand pressed against her side, trying to stop the blood from flowing. She staggered into a disgusting, dirty, abandoned alleyway and sank down against the wall.
For a moment, she wondered why she was still fighting this, fighting her inevitable death. For months now, death had been all she longed for… but now, she struggled with it, yet didn't know the reason why.
Ever since that fateful day nearly 9 months ago, the day she had lost everything, including her heart and soul, she had wanted nothing more but to die. She had sought it out even. Finding the most menacing creatures she could locate, battling them to the death, coming out on top each time. Yet this time, the one day she hadn't sought anything out, the danger had found her, and while she had come out as victor yet again, she had also been gravely wounded. Wounded so badly, she doubted even her supernatural strength and healing abilities would be able to save her this time.
She had only recently turned 18, far too young to die like this, like discarded trash in some filthy alley. As much as she felt dead inside, as if someone had taken a spoon and hollowed her out completely, she realized she didn't want to die, at least, not like this.
Dying in the heat of battle, so quick she wouldn't have even noticed, would have been fine by her. But this just felt like some pathetic joke someone was playing on her. Or, perhaps, a bittersweet note of revenge for the ugly deed she had done on that darkened day.
A tear trailed down the cheek of the petite blonde, and just before she gave into to the all-consuming darkness that was dragging her under, she made a wish.
'Take me away, far away, to a better place, somewhere I can feel again. That's all I want.'
And for the first time in her life, Fate decided to grant this young woman, this protector of the world, her wish.
A bright light consumed the body of the now unconscious and dying girl, and as the light faded into the darkness, so did the girl, never to be seen in this world again.
And so it must be, and so it was written; the Chosen One, the Slayer known as Buffy Anne Summer, vanished from this plane of existence, to be taken to another world that needed her desperately, just as she would find she needed it as well.
TO BE CONTINUED SOON