ok this is my first fan fiction like this one sadly, but there might be more if your lucky. so r/r anf enjoy, by the way... I don't own an of Buffy the Vampire Slayer!
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Sunnydale, a town that is not so sunny anymore. Overrun by demons and vampires, and other things that the average person would pay no attention too. Although there are select few that do know of them, and are in touch with the 'other' side. There is in fact a group of six people that are there to put those demons, vampires, and such to their miserable deaths, and end their lives which is not as bad a job as it sounds. And there is only one person in Sunnydale who holds the power to defeat those demons, and that is Buffy Summers. Buffy was not always the violent sort, in fact her violent streak did not start until she was first told that she was destined to be vampire slayer. But little did she know, that would decide her fate, love, and future.
Buffy sighed slamming her locker door as she turned. Another day at Sunnydale high, another day trying to keep her cool and not kill all of the 'popular' bunch of people that was always giving her all sorts of problems, and another night of patrolling for demons that had the brain the size of a pea. Ah the everyday fun of Buffy Summers, vampire killing machine, but that is her other life. She began to walk towards the library for her usual meeting with Giles, when she was stopped by someone touching her shoulder. She turned seeing a guy about medium heights around 5'7, and light brown hair that very carefully accented his bright hazel eyes. From her view she could see his chizzed abbes through his loose white shirt. To go with the white shirt he wore light colored khaki pants, and an old pair of red converse all stars. She remembered him from somewhere… maybe chem. Class.
He smiled a sly smile that kind of said 'I can get any girl that I want' you know without actually saying it though. Buffy looked up at him a little surprised and asked, "Do you need something?" Something that surprised her a little more was the slight stammering in the guys tone, as if he were nervous, or scared to talk to her. But he still came out with it, "Erm… my name is Ryan… um Ryan Wilson, your in my chem. Class…" Buffy nodded at the useless information that she pretty much already knew. She quirked an eyebrow, "yeah, is there something you need?" Ryan looked down for a moment then took her hand, "I was wandering if you would like to go out to night… to the club maybe?" Buffy smiled reassuringly, "um… well sure I'd love too." She smiled as she turned and listened to him yell out as she walked away, "I'll pick you up at 7:00..." With that he turned and walked the other way.
Buffy rushed into the library throwing her bag into a chair, and plopping into the chair next to it. She looked up seeing her friends looking at her with expecting eyes. Xander quirked an eyebrow, "Anything new?" Buffy nodded, "Ryan Wilson just asked me out…." Willow sat down beside Buffy and asked in a slightly concerned tone, "Are you sure you're ready for this? I mean it's only been about three months since Angel was killed, and well…" Buffy looked distant for a moment, then smiled one of her fake smiles, "I'm ready Will, I know I am…" She looked up to a disappointed yet satisfied Giles, "Well Buffy, I must say I agree with Willow, I am not sure you are ready, but it is good that you are finding ways to get over Angel for now…" Xander nodded, "Yeah… so be careful Buffy, you know how most of your dates turn out, and I don't know if Ryan would much like to be acquainted with things with fangs, and the face of a gorilla on cocaine…" Buffy gave him a sarcastic sneer to accompany his completely unwelcome comment about Ryan.
Buffy knew all of this of coarse, but she was persistent anyways. She had to get over Angel somehow, and maybe, just maybe this was the way to do it. She needed to try and date other guys, especially after the death of Angel. She didn't want to kill Angel, but she was afraid that if she didn't he would turn bad again, and hurt another one of her friends. She couldn't bare to have that again, not this time around. She opened the door to her new apartment and walked in sighing lightly, "What to wear…" she tossed a few shirts onto her bed along with some mini-skirts, she turned to look at her choices. She ended up picking out a black leather mini-skirt with a black and dark purple tank top, with her usual combat looking boots. She traveled down the stairs and looked out the window of the lobby as she saw a red convertible drive up. She looked through the windshield and saw that it was Ryan. She walked out and stepped into his car, one of her fake smiles and says, "Well… how are you? You know since after school and all…" Ryan smiled and looked at her as he backed out and began to drive off, "I've been very excited… about tonight and all.." The rest of the time was filled with silence, and an odd feeling that someone was watching them, maybe more than one someone, which would make that someones.
After a moment of awkward silence, and thoughts of whether the trees moved as the car moved, they finally arrived at the club. Ryan parked his car and opened the door for Buffy taking her hand and leading her into the club. He smiled at her as they entered, "Well… how would you like to start the night out with a dance?" Buffy nodded lightly, this guy was beginning to grow on her, but he was sill nowhere near to the importance that Angel was in her life. Even after three months of Angel being sent to hell and all it was hard to turn down a dance of any sort. "Of coarse… that would be great." He took her by the hand and spun her around, "Well lets make it worth wile then shall we…"
Meanwhile as she danced with Ryan, a figure lurched in the shadows of the club. It was Angel, no one would expect to see Angel back so soon. And no one would expect that the one time he chose to seek out Buffy, she would be out on a date with someone with as cliché a name as Ryan Wilson. Still he just watched in silence as they danced. He nearly wanted to kill Ryan as Ryan leaned in to kiss Buffy. Oh that turned Angel's clock alright. Angel glared ready to jump out right that instant, but knew that he shouldn't show himself this early in the game. It would be tactless, and that just wasn't Angel's style. Angel was always the type to prolong things, make it more exciting, make things look even more dramatic in the grand scheme of things. Angel had found himself to be exceptionally good at this, although it was during his experience with evil that brought him to that conclusion. After going to hell once, he found out all that he had done to Buffy, and was eager to make everything up to her. When he looked back he couldn't believe all that he had put her through, but in the end he had to face the grim truth of it all. He was being forced to live with a soul, instead of being a natural vampire, and just being evil like the rest of them. But no… he had to fall in love with a slayer, he just had to stay and help her, he had to go and become her lover, then turn on her with no sign.
Buffy backed away from Ryan just in time to miss the kiss, which was much relief to Angel. She looked up to him shaking her head lightly, "I'm sorry Ryan… I just don't think that I am ready for this yet… again…" Ryan sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Well… gee… I feel really stupid now." (you should…) Buffy turned and walked out into the alley way. She stopped and leaned against the brick wall bringing her knees to her chest and resting her head on her knees. This was rather uncomfy for a girl in a mini-skirt. Who was she kidding, she wasn't over Angel at all, and she was beginning to realize this. She took in a deep breath then let it out trying to prolong her moment of solitude. Just as she looked up she noticed a cloaked figure standing in the doorway of the club, she thought it looked a lot like Angel, but figured that would be impossible, she was probably just seeing things again. Trying to bring the condemned back in her imagination, as if they had never been gone in the first place. She stood and made her way to her apartment, thoughts and memories passing through her mind. Thoughts and memories of Angel, and all that happened. The thing was, each time they passed through her mind, they became more and more unclear.
It is a whole new thing for Buffy trying to get over Angel and all, but it wasn't as if he could come back, I mean it is utterly impossible to come back from hell so quickly anyhow right? It would take a great amount of dark magic to do that, and Buffy as far as she knew, knew no one that had those abilities. But she needed to be on her guard in case, in case Angel really was back, and in case he was vengeful and angry. She didn't know what she would do or how she would react to seeing him again, if she would attempt to tell him why she killed him. That is if she is not speechless at the sight of him. For now she liked the thought of sleeping on it, it wasn't for sure. What she saw could have just been an illusion of the mind, and right now, that is what she hoped it would be.
It would all be happening too quickly for her. She thought back to when she killed Angel, replaying the moment through her mind, as if it were a movie real that just repeated itself all over again, because she was afraid of what happened after. Except certain things were still becoming unclear for her in her memories. She could just picture to vortex to hell behind them as she embraced Angel after seeing he had returned to his normal state, the last kiss before Angel's demise, and the depressed tone she used to say the words 'I love you.' Buffy will never forget that night, unless someone makes her forget it that is, and how lost she was afterwards.
Lost, a mistaken word now a days. It is never used in the right context anymore. In this generation we tend to throw words out like it's no problem, but we don't even think about the way we use them. The average person might say something is lost, but the truth is, the way we use the word, it is almost as if we should say has yet to be found. But in Buffy's situation it's a bit different. Her lost is so much more complicated. In a matter of two days she had managed to get expelled, get kicked out of her own home, and lose the one she loved. After all of that you begin to feel the lost that almost would ensure no return. Buffy has in a matter of three months gained two of those things back, but what is one without love? What is one without something to cherish? What is one with only fond memories, but nothing real to cling to when the memories fade?
Maybe, just maybe lost is just a relative term to Buffy Summers. Maybe lost… does not apply to her, or maybe, she has found a good way to retaliate, and not become a slave to her passions, not become a slave to her depression. Maybe it is the memories that keep her going, the memories that bring her hope. Or is it the hope… that brings her the memories?