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Demon Diary
Prologue:
Ever had a dream? Now I don't mean any kind of dream. I mean the kind of dream where reality and fantasy become so ensnared within your head that the dream world and the real world are no longer apart. They become one entity. One essence. A single being that you do not want to ever fall asleep and miss a moment of or awaken from and be filled with loss. Have you ever had such a dream? I used to dream the dreams of the innocents, but now my dreams hae morphed into the the type mentioned above. I do not know the exact moment when the transformation occured, but I do know the cause of this change. It was him. It has always been him. That bloody bastard. Damn, he's even got me to talk like him. He's cursed me. But by now you are wondering who this so called him is? He has but a few names, but I like his latest: Spike, the most. And now, since his name is known, I should probably explain its significance in my dreams. And to do that, I must start from the beginning. The moment when my life was changed forever. The moment when I was first called to become the Slayer.
Chapter 1: It Began With A Diary
A sullen blonde haired girl reached into her top dresser draw to pull out a small crimson book. On the cover was neatly written: Diary. The girl opened the book to read several of the last entires. A single tear fell onto the pages as she read the diary to herself.
Dear Diary-
Day after day I see him. Week after week. In fact his very prescence is shifting my sense of time so much that an hour of my life is a month of yours. Now you are proably wondering who this so called him could be? And now I'm wondering if I'm crazy for talking to myself in a diary. Either way, I have no answer. Well...I know what he looks like. That counts for something right? It's all I would dare say about him. His skin is so pale that the whiteness of a sheet of paper looks tan next to him. And his hair is about three shades darker than his skin and toned blonde. He's petite, like me,yet muscular and screaming with masculinity. And how could I forget those eyes? Cerelean blue when his brow is in deep thought or concentrating and the palest black when he's in a rage and an endless pit of ocean when he is being neither passionate or thoughtful. I love his eyes.
It's funny if you think about it. Instead of being like a normal girl and having a steady boyfriend, I have a steady dream guy. My fantasy beau if there is such a thing. And in a weird sort of way, it seems natural. At least, to me it feels natural.But I've worn myself out writing in this diary. Did I mention this dark brooding guy gave me this thing? He's quiet and very sexy. I know he's a lot older than me and he's been in this whole dating scene a little longer than me, but he's not too bad. He's the type of guy I would try to date if I were older. I wonder what his name is? I really need to find out, but first I'm going to sleep. Sweet dreams to myself I guess.
-Buffy Anne Summers
Dear Diary-
I had a really good dream last night. I was dancing at a mascarade party with the man of my dreams. I can remember everything. The taste of champane is still tingling on my tongue. I know I looked like a princess last night. My dress would make my school's prom queen envious. It was black and flowed underneath a red corset like water. It was such a beautiful dress. My dream guy was in a nobleman's suit of black with a red vest beneath it. He looked handsome. Good enough to eat, if I do say so myself. As my mother says, "I'm only 15 and shouldn't be wise in the ways of the world." Yeah right.I should mention that my mother tried to give me "the talk" today. It was more amusing to listen to her then say I already know about all of this. Maybe I should have spared her the embarrasment? I can be evil sometimes. Adults are more of a pain than I could ever be evil. I should probably start looking for a new hiding place for you.
-Buffy Anne Summers
Dear Diary-
I hate my penmanship. I wish it was neater. I got a note with flowers from some guy today and the handwriting on it was enough to make me want to change mine. It had elegant, flowing letters and if mine were like that I'd write notes all day. I'm supposed to be doing homework right now. Since I'm grounded for a D in English I can't go out tonight. My mother says that since I speak the damn language it should be no trouble to bring it up. Adults are such a pain. Besides that teacher doesn't like me because I have a better sense of style than her. Well I'm off to the movies or to sneak into a club with the girls. Not even grounding will keep me away from a little fun. I might write more later.
-later
Holy shit. I don't know what it was, but it bit Nancy. There was so much blood and she was screaming so loud. I didn't know what to do. I just ran. I couldn't have helped her. My god there was blood everywhere. I didn't know what was happening. Then that monster grabbed me and I was screaming my throat raw. It's face was covered in blood. I couldn't stop screaming or shaking and then I fell on my butt. The thing had turned into a pile of dust. This old guy was standing over me and he helped me up. Then he picked up this pointy piece of wood. He told me to turn around and when I did there was another one of those things. I was so scared that I just closed my eye's and thrust forward with the wood. When I opened my eyes the thing was a pile of dust and the old man was clapping for me. He said I was some kind of chosen being meant to slay more things like that. More vampires he said. I started crying and ran straight home to sneak back into my room. What a night.I don't know if Nancy's ok. I feel terrible for leaving her. I was so scared and I didn't know what to do. Now I'm feeling a little dizzy. Maybe this was all a nightmare and I'll wake up in the morning to laugh at this...
Buffy Anne Summers
The girl closed the diary after reading the last entry. She realized it was not a dream and the world of vampires and demons was very real. She knows now that she is the only one capable of helping the forces of good fight. This last bit of information is beginning to have a drastic effect on her mood, personality, and appearance. In a few short days, she has gone from an average girl in the Californian valley, to a Slayer. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The phrase is far from provocking images of a mighty warrior, yet here she is trying her best and succeeding.
Buffy glances at the diary and throws it in her trash can. She changes out of her school clothes into a long black dress. The dress was simple and sleeveless, yet it still was alluring enough to catch the eye of anyone that saw her in it. She planned on wearing this dress to a fancy dinner or a date, but her mother insisted she wear the gown to her best friend's funeral. She claimed Nancy would not want to see her in the bum-like wardrobe she had been sporting the past week.
"Buffy? Sweetie are you dressed yet?" Mrs. Summers asked while peeking her head into the door of her daughter's room.
Buffy shruged before pulling her hair behind her ears and covering her long blonde locks with a beaded ebony shawl. She did not want to stand out today. She wanted to blend into the shadows and be forgotten by society. She already planned on moving out as soon as she turned 16. Until then she would bid her time and blend in. Shadow by day and Slayer by night. That was her new life. Her new existance. She hated Whistler for finding her. For announcing her to her Watcher. For giving her that stupid diary. She regretted ever writing in it. The diary transmitted some kind of supernatural beacon to some stupid british secret organization centered around Slayers. She no longer found her dark brooding gift bearer attractive. He was not even real. Only a ghost sent from the powers that be to trick her into their world. Their web of power. And unknowingly she was caught; trapped by her own deeds. Even her dreams had not been her own. Whispers of dreams from Slayers before her time that had been sent to her from that damned diary. It was too late to worry about things like that now. She was chosen and there was nothing she could do about it. She would relent and become what was asked of her. She would leave her mother on her 16th birthday as her Watcher requested and until then she would hide in the shadows by day and be the Slayer by night.
Realizing her mother was still waiting on her response, Buffy finally whispered a soft yes and followed her mother out into the hallway, down the stairs, and out of the house. Her father was already in the car fixing his tie in the rearview mirror. He never cared about anything more than his appearance and the appearance of things or others near him. His vainess was from hereditary and heredity is hard to forget.
Buffy seated herself in the backseat of the BMW while her mother sat up front beside her father. Her father paused in his tie fixing to look into Buffy's eyes through the mirror.
"I'm just glad that you were not out with her that night, pumpkin. God only knows what that boy would have done to you," her father stated softly with no emotion in his voice.
He rarely showed emotion. He did not love his wife as a husband should, and he avoided his daughter at any availiable instance. Love was a sign of weakness and weakness was not a valued asset at the law firm he was partnered with.
"Yes, Buffy, I agree," her mother whispered reassuringly as if to soften the words her husband had spoken. Mrs. Summers was always the gentle caring one in the household. She basically booked appointments for the family to spend time together. Without her, the family would never talk or do anything together. She knew her husband married her for her father's money, but she also married him for his handsome features and his sexual stamina. To her it was a fair trade and she would have it no other way. She was far from unhappy in her marriage, but was going to divorce her husband eventually because he was starting to bore her.
Buffy knew all about her parents of course. She knew she was adopted and that her mother would never ruin her figure for a child. She was handpicked to join a beautiful family and had been raised and groomed to meet its standards. She felt stupid for not realizing all of this sooner. It shamed her to think the death or her best friend opened her eyes to the real dark world she never took the time to notice before. Her birthday was Sunday. She would bid her time until then. It was only two days off. She would just act sullen and sad so that she could fake her runaway. She would move to the Hellmouth to train with her Watcher. Being a Slayer made her no longer able to stand the thought of being with her family or living in the world she was accustomed.
"I know you are," Buffy mumbled. She could not remember exactly what the doctors and police claimed had happened to Nancy. An old boyfriend seeking revenge had slit her throat or some nonsense like that. Buffy could almost laugh at the vagueness of the incident. The public would panic if the truth was ever known. Or would they ignore it entirely as she tried to do when she first encountered a vampire. Ignorance brought death, but no one ever realizes that until it is too late.
The family had arrived at the funeral home. The funeral march was to begin in an hour after all those that wished to view Nancy had seen her. The sky was overcast; the sun hidden deeply behind the clouds. It was high noon, but as dark as dusk. Buffy shivered as she stepped out of the car and followed her parents inside. It would be the last time she ever saw them alive
Buffy paced back and forth in the hallway outside of the morgue. Everything had happened so fast. One minute she was walking towards the casket to recite a poem for Nancy, the next she was fighting Nancy and her sire off of the funeral occupants. Her sire reminded Buffy of the blonde haired blue eyed man in her earlier dreams. Perhaps there was a connection? Buffy couldn't concentrate on matters like that at the moment. Her watcher had sent her to the hospital on a mission. She was to stake everyone bitten at the funeral. Everyone at the funeral was bitten in one way or another, but some were lucky enough to survive the encounter. Her parents were not one of the lucky ones. Buffy gritted her teeth and strided into the morgue with a stake hidden up her sleeve. This would be the last act she would perform as a slayer. She was not supposed to let people she cared about die in the crossfire of her battles. She would quit and run away without her watcher. There are hundreds of small dead end towns she could hide in. She would take the damned diary and burn it so that it couldn't be used to track her essence. She would start over after suffering an end. At least she hoped she would get away with her plan.
Buffy glanced down at the still drained bodies of her foster parents. Despite several small things they did that annoyed her, they were good parents. She would miss them. They were the only family she had ever known and their loss would be hard to deal with, but she would manage. She raised the stake over her father's heart and quickly flicked her wrist to impend it into his lifeless chest. The body shuddered, as if Mr. Summers was still alive and shivering from a draft, then shrank into itself before desentagrating into dust. Mrs. Summers followed suit soon after along with numerous other people that didn't survive the massacre.
Buffy wiped away silent tears that had slipped from her eyes unnoticed. Tears were a luxury she did not have time for. She snuck around her watcher's dozing figure and ran all the way to her house from the hospital. Once there, she gathered her already packed bags and raided her parents room for money. As if an afterthought, she packed herself some food and some of her mother's clothing. Before leaving the house she looked around once more to embed the image into her memory. On impulse more than necessity, she grabbed a small family photo and slipped it into her pocket. This was all she would take.
She closed the door and walked to the nearest bus station. She bought a one-way ticket to Atlanta. She assumed that there would be a nice no-name town along the way that she could settle down in. She assumed that the Watcher's Council would not be able to find her in the middle of nowhere. She also assumed that she would make it to the middle of nowhere. Assumptions can be devastating.
Okay, hopefully those changes I made improve the story as much as I think they did. This was the first fanfiction I ever wrote, but the last that I've actually posted. I think this will turn out to be a good fic, but that depends on whether or not anyone really wants to read it. Adieu for now...