Chapter 1- Distortion

Darkness its all I see when I wake up.

I feel the grit of dirt beneath me.

It's hard to breath let alone scream.

My senses seem askew.

I'm alive?

I slowly start to scratch, pound hell I'll brake the whole god damn thing open just to get out of here.

I can smell the blood from my torn nails but I don't really care as long, as I get out.

I want to be out of this so badly. My only thoughts are Must Get Out.

I feel more dirt but now air too, hope blossoms, as I slowly start to come out from whatever hell I'm currently in.

I throw myself against the dirt, I'm a women possessed for I don't care if I die as long as I escape this.

My heart pounds against the lack of air and I feel as if I am being squeezed to death.

I will escape I know it.

I can feel the bugs crawl against my skin and I know that I will not forget this for a very long time.

Finally I see light, my head feels clearer, I can see but blurry at best.

There are no lights around me but a moon above that seems to shine like a spotlight. I realize then that I am actually crawling from underneath the ground: as I look down at my body still half covered by the earth.

I think how ironic it is that I after all these years of killing vampires, and I have never realized how exhausting it is to do. No wonder why they are so easy to kill, I feel as if I have not eaten in months. I barely have enough strength to pull the rest of my body out of the ground. It feels as if I am escaping the very jaws of death.

Finally I am out, all I can do is lay down, and take greedy gulps of oxygen.

I must have fallen asleep because I wake to a dog barking in the background. I slowly look around, everything seems off and I can't seem to get my mind around much of anything.

I can only think of survival.

I slowly start to get up. I realize how unsteady I am, as if I am a toddler and have forgotten how to properly walk or stand.

I look up at the moon my only source of light to see rainclouds in the distance, and lightening.

I should find shelter otherwise, I will probably sick on top of all of the disorientation. I try to look around but all I see is rows of tombstones and dirt, so this is a graveyard.

Did someone bury me alive?

I realize I cannot remember what has happened to me. I know I feel wrong. Somehow I am here and I know that this is a mistake.

Were will I go, no one is here. Should I know where to go?

Panic seizes me and I realize what a bad situation I truly am in.

Suddenly I feel large raindrops fall on me.

That didn't take long.

I start to crawl, there must be some place with at least a roof around.

As I am crawling, I see large stone steps, leading into what looks like a basement. I slowly and carefully start to crawl down the steps. It is dark and I hate it, but I need to find shelter. Soon I cannot see anything, not even my hands are visible.

Finally I reach level cement and I stay at the corner.

My mind spins and I cannot seem to make much of anything make sense, so I do the only thing I can, and sleep.

I awake again, and this time it is to hammers and nails being pounded into wood.

I can see from the light shining up from the stairs that it is now morning.

I slowly try to stand, and have trouble but not as much as last night.

I look around, my vision still hazy. I realize this is a crypt.

The place smells overwhelming with the sweet scent and I am thankful to find candles.

Perhaps, I may come back here, even though I am not fond of enclosed spaces this place is quite big, it reminds of Spikes crypt.

I realize that I remember him now, bleached hair, looking at me with blue eyes.

He must be waiting for me, I remember fighting with him, then fighting with others, a women, with curly blonde hair, yes and another girl screams my name, Buffy.

Yes, that is my name. My name is Buffy.

My world spins again and I realize I need to sit down before I fall down.

I best keep remembering my history at a slower pace.

Wherever I have been has taken a toll on me. I need to conserve my energy, and I need to find them.

It is a strange because I remember me.

I know I am a slayer.

I know have a history with a family and friends.

It is the details, and memories that are all fuzzy.

I know I should be home, but where is this home?

How do I get there?

What has happened to me?

I feel so overwhelmed, so much despair, how can I possibly remember it all?

I need to get out of here.

I need to find my house, with my friends and my family.

I start to walk up the stairs, towards the sunlight, its so bright. My eyes have a hard time adjusting to the light.

I can see that across from the cemetery there are men working on some sort of house.

I need to find something I can trigger my memory.

I start to follow the street, the street are dirtier than I remember.

Watch Out!

I duck to the side of the street just in time before a carriage with horses runs me over me.

I do not remember carriages, with horses!

I start to hear people on the next street, so I start to run.

Surely, I am really home?

Instead of modern stores, I tons of horse drawn carriages parked in front of what look like old fashioned stores.

All these stores look old, and are filled with people.

I realize now, that not only am I in the wrong place but I am in the wrong time as well.