Hello everyone,
This is my little note to you. I have placed the story line in the prologue and chapter one just before Dawn finds she is the key. In my story Willow met Tarah a lot sooner than in Joss Whedons redition. Tarah and Willow met eachother in a Magicks Club in High School. Then Dawn appears. Almost immediately following Dawn, Joyce dies, leaving Buffy to raise her sister alone. And through all of this no one yet knows that Dawn is the Key. Oz never exsisted in this rendition because in my opinion, he was a useless character and only made Willow feel worthless when he left, then worse when he returned to find her with Tarah. More details will come I promise. Also, If you have any questions, please feel free to email me.
Slick Black Velvet
Shukyo no noryoku
By Slick Black Velvet
Prologue
June-13-2001
The rain was heavy at first, but after a time it slowed to a soft drizzle. Never-the-less, Cassandra's soft red hair was now drenched and heavy as she walked the quiet streets of Sunnydale, California. Walking, she held herself, her tears mingling with the rain. Finally she had found the courage to exit her home, but with nowhere to go she had no remaining options. It was over now…the worst part of her life, lasting several agonizing hours, had finally come to an end. Now, as she traveled the streets, she felt a hurt stronger than anything she had ever felt in her short seventeen years. All she had left was she and soon that too would deteriorate into nothing. Bound and determined, she would end her own sad life.
Cassandra's dark green eyes, now lightened by tears, scanned her surroundings. No one was on the streets; therefore no one could help her, nor stop her. They would stare at her torn, ratty brown dress barely covering her large firm rear, and think her a girl of ill repute. The long sleeved dress clung to her shivering body and made her normally small chest bulge in the cold.
Holding her hands out before her, staring, she saw that they were dirty and bruised. These hands had tried to stop the only things in her life from being destroyed but they had been too weak to hold onto what mattered most. Now, she would force them to aid her one last time. Pulling her sleeves up, she gazed at her wrists. Blinking and sending a new stream of tears down her cheeks, she gave a sad smile at the blood drowning her arms. The rain had not yet washed the gruesome sight away. Pulling her sleeves back down, she walked past familiar sights. The Bronze, the sound of loud bass pumping from behind the door, The Magic Shop, its door closed for the evening, and then the High School, where she had never set foot in and now wouldn't be given the chance. Reaching the cemetery, Cassandra wandered until she came to a row of tombstones. Sitting down, she leaned wearily against one. The sound of voices was not welcomed.
"Dawn!" a woman's voice yelled.
"We've been over this,' an accented man answered her, "If you want to find the bit the best bet is to shut the hell up and look. Not alerting big beasties to her presence is probably a good idea as well."
"Shut up, Spike."
"What did the note say?"
"It was in some weird teenage language that I don't understand. I am so sick of this crap. Its like she enjoys pissing me off."
"Probably, but my question still goes unanswered."
"Uh…let me think…The letter G, the number two. Jan dash C. Then the letters B-R-B."
"Oh you've got to be kidding me…Go home Buffy."
"What?"
"Go home."
"I'd still like a translation. I'm not going to go home knowing my sister is out here all al—"
"Gone to Janice's, be right back."
There was a long pause and Cassandra had to muffle a giggle. Then a groan at a pain it caused in her wrist to lift her arm.
"Okay so—" the woman began, but was cut off.
Cassandra heard their footsteps retreating. Sighing, she attempted to get up and succeeding she began to continue on her path.
"Hold it!"
Cassandra turned at the accented mans order. Briefly, she considered running, but then though better of it. What would be the point? She was fading fast and they wouldn't have time to get angry at her for eavesdropping. Shrugging, she muttered, "Couldn't help overhearing. Sorry."
The woman shot a look at the man. He shook his head, and then tapped his nose. The woman turned back to Cassandra.
"What are you doing out here all by yourself?"
"Thought I'd go for a walk," Cassandra answered.
Pausing a moment, she took in their appearances. The woman was smartly dressed in a beige coat with a matching hat hiding her short blond hair. Underneath was a white T and black pants. Her pert little nose was sitting under emerald eyes and lay above a concerned frown.
The man was the exact opposite. With bleach blond hair, slicked back, and an entirely black wardrobe, Cassandra would've been intimidated. That is, if she wasn't already dying. The man's nose was wrinkled and he was staring at her oddly. Cassandra shuffled her feet as he began to frantically whisper to the woman next to him.
Cassandra giggled at the odd pair they made and fought a wave of dizziness. This was it.
"You alright?" the man asked, a hard look in his eyes. It was as if he was daring her to lie.
"Not yet…give me a minute."
And with a smile, she passed out.