Chapter 9
"Wesley." Buffy gasped one more time,
Trying to get over the shock of seeing her old watcher.
He had changed so much and lost the suits and the comb back hair.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Well, I must say that's a welcome."
Wesley replied letting himself in.
"Sorry, I…"
"We didn't expect to see you." Giles cut in.
"Yes. I didn't think I'd be back in Sunnydale so soon." Wesley said admiring the room and then turning to the pair.
"There's been a problem in L.A. With Angel."
"You sure this is right?" Buffy asked.
"Well, it makes a lot of sense."
Spike said drawing attention to himself.
"What I'm just saying." Spike defended himself against the evil glares he was receiving.
"Why, cause it gets you off the hook?" Xander blurted out. Most of the others agreed. Especially Tara.
"Xander's right."
The young witch said.
"What?" Spike shouted standing up.
"You heard, Xander's right. I mean you're a vampire.
You'll do anything, frame anyone to get yourself off the hook." Everyone looked in shock between the two.
Everyone knew Tara didn't really like Spike,
but this was not Tara.
"How can you say that? I got a soul for Buffy. To prove to her and you guys that I'm good." Spike was heart broken.
"How can you prove you have a soul?"
Tara was on a roll.
"How can you prove I haven't?" Spike shot back, he swore that if she wasn't a girl
she would have been flying into the wall by now.
"Well, what you gona do Blondie? Hit me?"
Tara teased Spike.
Spike stormed off into the basement and when he got there
, he was in floods of tears. He punched the blue punch bag hanging from the wall.
He did this repeatedly until Buffy came in.
Spike turned away form her.
He didn't want her to see him like this.
"Hey. You okay?" she asked already knowing the answer.
"Just go away Buffy."
"But…"
"GO!" Spike shouted making Buffy jumped out of her skin.
She did as he asked though in floods of tears.
Nails on chalkboard. That was the noise the trees made as they violently
attacked each other in one of Sunnydale's cemeteries.
The dark was coming quick, like a tiger about to pounce on it's pray.
It was scary if you were not used tot his atmosphere.
Buffy however, was. She was ready to defend herself should needed to. Tonight she wasn't looking for a fight.
She wanted to walk, to clear her head.
Then night fell.
The woods were pitch blackness from once side to the next.
It was here, in these parts of Sunnydale, that if you heard a dog howl. You would hear it for months.
None of the weird stories of people
disappearing scared Buffy. It should do.
But she was the one who was making these people gone for good. She was the slayer. But if she was,
why didn't she feel like it?
She was supposed to feel a sense of pride being the slayer.
Saving the world from evil, sacrificing her own life, just so others could be happy.
And when she finally
found something, it got taken away form her.
Life wasn't fair.
So why was Buffy forced to live it? Day in, day out. Sometimes,
Buffy had wished her friends left her in the ground.
Then she wouldn't have to come back to Spike, being the slayer,
saving the world and the bills she had to pay.
Most nights Buffy felt like crying, most nights she did.
Buffy continued to walk, kicking the stones as she went along.
Buffy paused, she had kicked something else.
As she bent down, a shock of horror went all the way through Buffy.
She had found a body. Tara's body.
Sorry it's a bit short people but id thought I'd keep you all in suspense. enjoy the wait
Gina xxxx
