Buffy the vampire
Buffy sighed and walked through the front door. Stepping over the scattered bodies of the people who had lived there before she claimed the house, she made her way to the bedroom. The daylight was searching for gaps in the drawn curtains but was finding none. She hated being trapped inside during the day, and sewers just weren't her thing. So instead she lay down her bed, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep through the day. Her eyes opened suddenly; apparently today her mind didn't want to rest.
She had been asking around, the demon community seemed to like the irony that she'd been a slayer. Trying to see if there was anyway Willow could get her soul back, because if there was, she'd destroy it as fast as possible. Luckily for her, no one could seem to find anything, no one or rather nothing had ever heard of anyone else who could create an entirely different spell for something so difficult, let alone actually do it right.
So it seemed she was safe there, hopefully they would keep trying to create that spell and not realize there wasn't any way they could restore her soul. By then Sunnydale would be in ruins, and so would they. She smiled at the thought. Her so called 'friends' dead and gone, finally. How she hated them, things could have most likely turned out differently if it hadn't been for them; they had only held her back when she had been a slayer, now they were the only things standing in her way. She shook her head, what a stupid thought, they couldn't do anything, and they couldn't touch her, not now, not in her town.
She wandered round the house for a bit. It wasn't very big, she didn't really like it, but she'd spent a while getting it, so it would have to do for now. She picked up her notebook. It wasn't very impressive, just plain black. She opened it and flicked through the pages. Her handwriting filled each and every piece of paper. Lines of every feeling her heart no long felt, every thought that now crossed her mind, what she was going to do to this world, change it, make it hers. Pages worth of rhymes, metaphors, songs. She wasn't sure why, but she seemed to feel the need to write them.
Memories seem so far away.
A girl that I used to be,
A girl that could never be me.
Leading a life,
She never wanted to lead.
Thought she had to,
The only one who could.
That girl had it all wrong
She could have been so much better
Now I lead the life
She never thought she would.
Here I am
The world is mine
Nothing gonna stop me
Nothing's ever can
I'm strong and I can fight it
This town won't last too long
Now I've got it in my mind.
Only a few people stand in the way
A guy who loved me, even though he shouldn't have
A boy I used to love,
A sister who never was
An old friend who laughed at death
And witch that used to stand by my side,
And the father figure who got me into this mess.
Another girl I don't really know.
Here I am
The world is mine
Nothing's gonna stop me
Nothing ever can
I'm strong and I can fight it
This town won't last too long
Now I've got it in my mind.
Now I've got it in my sight.
She read through the newest song, it was true, obviously, otherwise she wouldn't have written it. But that verse about her friends, it made no sense to her, why she'd once cared about them, now it seemed obvious she never needed them. Oh well it didn't matter anymore. Now she was on her own, it was better this way, no one to hold her down. That was how she liked it, no one there with her; she didn't need anyone to talk to. She had a notebook, she had a plan, and she had the night. Her old friends never stood in her way, the only thing that stopped her was the daylight, and the day always ended.
Finally the night came. She got out of the house, which was beginning to smell a bit too much like death. A group of boys were laughing loudly from around the corner. She smirked and put on her, I'm all defenceless, face. "Um excuse me" Buffy asked sweetly. The boys smirked at her. "Can you help me?" They grinned "I'm pretty sure we can." There was no one else around. Buffy smirked "scream for me" she said switching to game face. The boy's faces fell "what the hell!" She shrugged and grabbed one and bit into his neck, sucking him dry and letting the body fall to the floor. "Who's next" The other two turned and ran. Buffy laughed "yeah, 'cause that'll help."
She returned to the house after her night out. Happy but there was something missing. "I need to send my friends a message. That there's no way they'll succeed in this." She said to herself as she continued into the living room and slumped onto a sofa. "Hmmm I could kill Willow. That would send a message" she told herself with a smirk.
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So I thought it would be cool to do a chapter about what Buffy was doing, and what she was like. I hope I gave you everything you wanted to know about her, and what she thinks. So please review. Thanks. (oh and do you like her song, I know it's weird Buffy writes songs but oh well).