There once was a little girl . . .
There once was a little girl, a very special little girl. She had blond hair and sparkling blue-green eyes, she was very strong inside and out. She was the one girl in the whole world that could fight the demons and monsters, and win. She was the Slayer. And she lived in a town called Sunnydale that just happened to be on the Hellmouth.
Eventually the little girl fell in love, with someone she never should have, and he fell in love with her. Then they got to close, and he changed. He wanted to scare her, hurt her, kill her. Take your pick. In the end she faced him and won, she sent him far away, were he couldn't hurt anyone else. But to do that she had to hurt him, she sent him through a doorway into a place far worse than she could even begin to imagine. She sent him to hell. It almost killed her to do it, but she did to save the world (again).
Afterwards she ran. She ran away from the Hellmouth, from her family and her friends, from her life. In the end though she came home and faced her fears and her pain, but the little girl couldn't forget him. It was always there, the memory, just under the surface where the others couldn't see. Not that they wanted to look very hard though anyway. But then he came back. He was hurt and she took care of him, but didn't tell anyone else. He got better, then the others found out. They weren't happy, in fact they were very angry with the little girl. They said mean things to her and yelled at her, they were angry that she hadn't told them he was back.
The little girl soon realized that no matter how hard they tried they were never going to be just friends, because they loved each other too much. So she said that they couldn't ever see each other again. It hurt her almost as bad as sending him to Hell, except that at least that had been because she had to. So the little girl cried.
Then something else happened and he almost went away again forever, and she realized that she needed him as much as he needed her. So she saved him, and they walked hand in hand through snow filled streets. And so they began again, the Slayer and her Angel, not quite friends, not quite lovers.
The little girl was little no more. She had grown up. It was a long and painful process, but she made it, finally.
There once was a little girl, a very special little girl. She had blond hair and sparkling blue-green eyes, she was very strong inside and out. She was the one girl in the whole world that could fight the demons and monsters, and win. She was the Slayer. And she lived in a town called Sunnydale that just happened to be on the Hellmouth.
Eventually the little girl fell in love, with someone she never should have, and he fell in love with her. Then they got to close, and he changed. He wanted to scare her, hurt her, kill her. Take your pick. In the end she faced him and won, she sent him far away, were he couldn't hurt anyone else. But to do that she had to hurt him, she sent him through a doorway into a place far worse than she could even begin to imagine. She sent him to hell. It almost killed her to do it, but she did to save the world (again).
Afterwards she ran. She ran away from the Hellmouth, from her family and her friends, from her life. In the end though she came home and faced her fears and her pain, but the little girl couldn't forget him. It was always there, the memory, just under the surface where the others couldn't see. Not that they wanted to look very hard though anyway. But then he came back. He was hurt and she took care of him, but didn't tell anyone else. He got better, then the others found out. They weren't happy, in fact they were very angry with the little girl. They said mean things to her and yelled at her, they were angry that she hadn't told them he was back.
The little girl soon realized that no matter how hard they tried they were never going to be just friends, because they loved each other too much. So she said that they couldn't ever see each other again. It hurt her almost as bad as sending him to Hell, except that at least that had been because she had to. So the little girl cried.
Then something else happened and he almost went away again forever, and she realized that she needed him as much as he needed her. So she saved him, and they walked hand in hand through snow filled streets. And so they began again, the Slayer and her Angel, not quite friends, not quite lovers.
The little girl was little no more. She had grown up. It was a long and painful process, but she made it, finally.