Authors Note: I am not the best writer. I hope everyone likes the beginning of this. Please let me know what you think. Honestly. I loved both of these episodes. Becoming Part one and two. Mine takes off after Becoming Part one. Leaving it open for me to go my own direction. if things happened differently. Thanks all who read this.

Becoming Ended

Prologue:

"Aw Damnit! I hate when they just have to share the dirt with me." I stated as the last of four vampires turned to dust in front of me. I was so busy staking I didn't notice they got dirt all over my jacket…again. "Why can't vampires be clean…and you know smell nice; or at least not smell dead" I said to myself pretty much knowing the answer why "Just cuz you know their dead...don't mean hygiene rules just fly out the window." I finished as I started wiping the dirt away and glanced for a place to sit down near a fresh grave. I had to work alone so often I got used to talking to myself. I'm pretty sure even if my friends were here they would just nod in aggreeance with me.

I sat in the Restfield Cemetery once again. Twirling Mr. Pointy in one hand, while the other brushed the remaining dirt off my jacket. Sitting on what seemed to say James Whorlkin's headstone, the headstone was so chipped already I could barely read it. Waiting for yet another vampire to wake his ass up and come out and play. "C'mon James…there's a whole lot I'd rather be doing right now." I'd been patrolling for nearly 4 hours now. Restfield was my last stop. Giles reminded me there were quite a few mysterious deaths in the last few days around this area. Had to make sure I stayed long enough to get them all.

I was wearing my favorite black leather jacket, a tight pink sleeveless top and my black knee length spandex; with my hair pulled back in a pony tail; Easiest clothes to wear when rolling around with the vamps. I was also wearing my new amazingly white tennis shoes. Oh how I wish I could be wearing stilettos…maybe someday…when I have time to think about that sort of thing. I kept looking at my nails, trying to figure what color I would use next, light blue, turquoise maybe. Assuming I would be alive tomorrow. Being a slayer you never know.

So there I sat just waiting and letting my mind wander a bit. I have been sitting here so long now I started reminiscing. Thinking how lucky I was to even be alive right now. Having died once already for like 2 minutes was enough dead time for me. Just to think, if it wasn't for my friends, I wouldn't even be here. First time I died, Xander saved my life with CPR. This last time was worse then the first. If it weren't for Willow I'd be 6 feet under waiting to come out and play with Mr. Pointy, while Angel killed all my friends. For a moment I caught myself thinking out loud. "Angel..." I said softly "Where are you?"

Chapter One

I ran my hands through Kendra's hair. Mourning the death of yet another Slayer. Realizing how foolish I was to believe Angelus...to meet him there when it was obviously a trap. Kendra was gone. Angelus had to die. It hurt my heart to even think about it. Angel…no he wasn't Angel. He was Angelus. He sent Drusilla here to kill Kendra. Not only that, I couldn't see any of my friends.

The police showed up shortly after. I told them what happened. How I had showed up moments before them and found her that way. Luckily they believed me. Being arrested wasn't something I could go through right now.

"Ah" I heard a voice shriek in pain. I looked up and saw Xander trying his best to stand up at the base of the stairs. Using the broken table for support. The police and I ran over to him. "Xander...are you okay?" His arm appeared to be broken but otherwise he was okay. "Where's Willow? Giles? Everybody?" I looked at Xander with so much fear in his eyes.

"They took him… Giles. Willow should be here somewhere." He said. I searched frantically, screaming at the cops that were already looking to keep looking. Knowing when Xander said they...that he meant Drusilla and her gang. I didn't tell the police that.

"Willow" I kept shouting.

Officer Peterson responded "Here" he shouted "we have a live one over here". I wanted to run and leap over the library railing just to get to her that much faster. With cops around I knew I couldn't, so I just ran. Officer Peterson was pulling the bookshelf the rest of the way off of Willow just as I got up there to help him.

"Willow" I said softly with no response. She had a gash on her forehead, and she wasn't responding. Officer Peterson called for back up. More officers rushed in. I heard an ambulance outside. "Xander...you get on the ambulance with Willow" I called. "I'll meet you guys there." Not Willow…and Giles was taken. I couldn't bare the thought. So I didn't. There was no more I could do here. I had to find Giles.

"Wait mam" Officer Peterson yelled. "We have some quest..." I was gone before he could finish his sentence.

I ran. I was running so fast. Air passing through me…not finding it hard to breathe as most would. Once again I let my guard down. This time Angel hurt my friends, not just me. Why? I thought. If he wants me…he should just attack me. I knew he was doing it to get to me. It was working. As much as I denied my friends had anything to do with this. I knew they had everything to do with this. I was so full of rage, I had to kill something. I had to do something. So I just ran. I ran every place I remembered seeing Angelus or Spike. The factory, Angel's apartment…the sewers. No Giles. I realized I wasn't thinking, just searching frantically. When I finally stopped running I wasn't far from the hospital. I decided I better check on my friends. Get as much info I could from them in order to figure this out. "Giles" I whispered... "Please be alive".

As I walked through the hospital looking for Xander and Willow, I remembered how much I hated being there. Not only as a child, but even now these places creeped me out. I know I deal with death everyday. But this is a different kind. Especially when it involves my friends.

"Buffy" I heard behind me. I turned slowly to see Xander coming towards me.

"God Xander" I hugged him with all my might. "How is she?"

"Doctors said she is in a coma. They won't know much else unless she wakes up. They said the longer she is out…the more damage." He couldn't finish what he was saying, his brow just dropped and he hugged me again. Not wanting to grasp the idea that Willow might not wake up. I had to see her.

"Let's go" I said. "Still no word from Giles?"

"No. Nothing. What do you think they want with him?"

"I don't know. Knowing Angel, he is probably just doing this to hurt me. Unless… he thinks Giles knows how to wake Acathla?" Oh No! I thought. "That's it, they must need him. Angelus would have awaked Acathla by now. He doesn't know how. He must think Giles knows something."

"Does he?" Xander questioned, hoping that answer was that he didn't.

"I don't know. He never said. Oh God Xander, what if he doesn't know anything and Angel has already killed him?" I couldn't believe what I was saying.

"Buffy…It's okay. He'll be okay," Xander tried to calm me as we walked in to Willows room, sitting adjacent from one another.

"We don't know that".

"Don't know what?" Oz appeared in the room, breathing heavily, Cordelia breathing equally hard behind him.

"Oh god." Oz gasped seeing Willow in the hospital bed as he moved to be by her side. "When we stopped running we realized Willow and Xander weren't with us. By the time we came back to the library everyone was gone."

"Except Snyder" Cordelia chimed in. "He said everyone had been taken to the hospital, we just didn't know who everyone was."

"I feel like an idiot." Oz stammered. "Look at her. I can't believe I left her there."

"It's not your fault Oz. It's mine. I let Angel get under my skin. And now Kendra is dead… and Giles is missing." I looked straight ahead. Emotionless.

"Giles is missing?" Cordelia repeated.

"Yeah. I have already searched the usual places. But came up with nothing obviously. I was just telling Xander that they must need him to help awaken Acathla. Looks like our initial plan isn't going very well. Now with Willow being…" I looked at the floor. I still couldn't handle the fact that I let this happen.

"With Willow being what?" Willow said so faintly we barely heard. We hadn't even noticed she had been moving ever so slightly for the last few minutes, trying to say something.

"Willow...Oh thank god." I ran over to her bed side and looked at her with eyes ready to run over with tears. Only then did I notice that Oz and Xander were leaning onto the bed smothering her with hugs and words of relief.

"How are you feeling?" I asked

"Strangely enough, I am okay. Little bit of a headache. Thanks to Drusilla. Wait…I don't remember. Did we finish the spell? Did it work? Did I hear you guys say Giles is missing?" Her questions made me want to explode. I still had not come to the realization of what had happened.

"Yeah. Drusilla killed Kendra and took Giles." Xander quickly responded.

"What? Kendra. Oh God. What are we going to do Buffy?" Willow searched my eyes for an answer. With as much strength in my body I could form I responded.

"You know what..."

I put aside my love for Angel, my feelings of loss, and the pain I felt not knowing if my mom was okay. I hadn't talked to her in days. She must be so worried not knowing where I am. Who I am. But right now I put all those feelings aside. I had to save the world…again.

"Don't worry you guys. I have had enough. Angel and Spike are going down. We have to stop them before they awake Acathla. I know what I have to do."

My friends stared at me. They knew as well. I had to kill Angel, the man I loved. I knew it wasn't him. I knew this day would come sooner or later. I hated even thinking about hurting him. A part of me still hoped. Hoped we would find a way. Cordelia held onto Xander. Oz sitting next to the bedside holding onto Willow. My friends were alive. They were okay. I had to save Giles. He wasn't just a friend. He was like a father to me. Just when I was about to tell them my plan we all heard a voice no one expected.