The time whizzed by her and Buffy shivered as a breeze picked up.

"You will have no memory of this at all." The goddess warned. "You won't have any memory after you found out you were the Slayer."

"What…wait, you said…"

"Back to the beginning."

"Wait no…"

"Buffy, Buffy wake up honey." She sat up and found herself face to face with her mother. Buffy reached up and hugged her tightly. "Are you ready for your medicine?" He mother asked. Buffy gazed around her surroundings. She was in her old bedroom but there were ropes coiled around her wrist.

"What's going on?" She asked, racking her head for any memory of anything to jog it.

"It's time for your meds."

"I don't take medicine." She denied shaking her head. "I should go and hang out with Marie."

"Nice try." Her mother said holding her down.

"What do you mean."

"As long as you don't start ranting about vampires and lothos it's alright."

"Mom, I'm sorry. I realize I was crazy."

"I think you're getting better. You can go out tonight and have a normal night."

"Thanks mom." She said running through her closet. "Do I have any sweat pants or jeans? I think it'll be more sensible."

"Since when are you a sensible dresser?" Her mother inquired gazing suspiciously at her daughter.

"Since now."

"You have jeans right here. Next you're going to tell me you want a baggy sweater." She joked.

"That would be nice."

"You're serious?"

"Yeah." She said dismissively.

"Okay. Here you go."

"Thanks."

"She dressed herself, made sure she could move and then headed out the door.

The nights sparkled and shone like she had been there her whole life. She remembered meeting a man named Merrik. He said she was something like a Slayer. Buffy's stomach ached and she sensed vampires around her.

"I should lay low. Let them guess."

Buffy faked fear and led them into an alley. She searched for a stake as Merrik had always told her.

"Pretty pretty girl" A voice commented from the corner. It was a man that looked vaguely familiar. She lifted her fists and prepared to block any attack from back at her.

"You don't want to fight little girl." He commented. She automatically dropped her guard. The man captivated her with his eyes and she fell into a trance. She snapped out of it just as he was about to bite her and punched him, sending him flying back.

"I think I do want to fight."

"I was wondering when the Slayer was going to come out of you."

"You're not going to live long enough to appreciate it though." She said breaking a crate near her and grabbing the makeshift stake. She barred the stake well and kept her guard up.

"I don't think you want to stake me."

"The trace is out of the relationship, however that happened." She shivered and then staked the vampire.

"Well done Luv." A Cockney accent drawled.

"Who're you?" She inquired holding the stake tightly.

"I'm Spike." She stood her guard and anticipated his first attack. As his fist collided with her face she stumbled back and fell on her back. Spike took the opportunity and pinned her to the ground. Buffy gasped sharply as memories flew through her mind. She threw Spike off and watched all of their supposed nights fly by.

"I have to go…" She said walking away.

"Going so soon?" He taunted blocking her way.

"I…" She paused and gazed into his crystal blue orbs. Buffy's breath caught in her throat and she attempted to turn away, but this gaze was strong. She shoved him against the wall and kissed him passionately. Everything passed by and she ran out of the alley and home.

AN: I wanted to have a confused and more vunerable Buffy than in the other ones. Notice it's still SPUFFY. Anyways, you know the drill.