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CHAPTER ONE
Buffy stood in the hall, smiling and stealing glances at her new husband, James. His bleaches-blond hair and dark, thick eyebrows reminded her of…someone. Someone from her past.
She had been in an asylum since she was fifteen, and she only escaped it at the age of twenty-four, and now, five years later, she no longer knew anything of her past, but was truly happy with her life now.
She wore a tight, simple wedding dress, with just one pattern, which curled and twisted along the bottom, which hugged her shapely, tanned legs. Her bright green eyes sparkled with delight and excitement. James' crystal-blue eyes didn't sparkle, but Buffy knew he was happy on the inside.
She looked around at her friends. They all reminded her of people from her past…figments. Angela, Jessica; David and Diane; they all looked like people she knew. People she loved.
Angela with her fiery red hair, her innocent face, her girly childish dress sense. The way she relied on Jessica, with her long, straight brown her and her pale, happy face. Her eyes that looked slightly slanted. And David, with his boring black hair and Italian-looking features, and his funny personality. Also, there was Diane, who was only twenty-two. She had baby blue eyes, framed with long lashes. She also had long brown hair, and she was also always happy.
All of these friends… it was like she knew them from her past.
Buffy shook her head, trying to make it look nonchalant.
"Are you okay, Buff?" James whispered to her, still smiling. Buffy nodded and put on the most convincing smile as she sat down at her table, with James sitting next to her. He hung his arm around her shoulders.
Her hair was styled professionally, and it cascaded, straight, down her head into a sea of golden curls.
After a while, Buffy began to feel sick. She clutched her stomach under the table, trying not to let James know what was happening. But then she collapsed. A load of old memories that she had forgotten, suddenly returned to her in a flash…
Xander and Anya… their wedding. Its ending…
Willow and Tanya… Tanya dying… Willow turning…evil.
Dawn, her little sister? Something about a… a key?
And Spike. Oh, Spike…
"Buffy? Buffy?" she heard, but she didn't want to wake up to face the furious and accusing faces of all of the guests. She suddenly realised she knew none of them. But there was something else wrong… something she had forgotten.
Then she realised.
Her eyes snapped open.
Everyone's faces were scared and a bit miffed. She got up, dusted herself off, and sat back down.
"Sorry." She said to everyone, including James.
"You will be." It was James' voice, but it was evil and raspy, like he was being strangled, but after a while, a pair of hands wrapped around her neck.
It took her all of three point five seconds. Everyone's faces had morphed; changed into a feral, demonic face; their eyes turning a glowing yellow. She grabbed James' hands from around her neck, and threw him to the other side of the room. He fell on a wooden beam that was doing nothing for the building but holding up the chandelier, which cascaded down onto the sea of vampires, straight after James broke it in half.
One half was protruding from the ground, slanted slightly forward. It was about two metres long, but it'd do. It'd do because the end was a sharp, strong point.
Buffy grabbed a vampire, and threw it with impeccable strength, speed and accuracy. The vampire landed with the stake through its heart. It collapsed down to the ground, looking like wet sand. The sand disappeared when it hit the ground…
Suddenly, the doors burst open, and there stood Buffy's saviours.