A/N: ok a few things 1) I've never written a fan fiction before so bare with me. 2) this of course before Dawn arrives and Buffy suppose death in last season finale it take place sometime in the summer before they all go off the collage that means no: Oz, Cordy, Angel, or Tara so if your looking for one of them this isn't the Fan Fiction for you, though Angel may show up sometime during it *hint* *hint* ^__~! 3) My grammar is poor and not the best, so please don't attack me about, And finally 4) I'm only going to continues this Fan Fiction if I get some Feedback! So Please Review! And ummm well that it...Wait! And oh yeah Enjoy! ^__^
Slayer of the Dead: Prologue
...The air was cold, too cold 'somethings not right here' her young mind kept telling her. As she stepped into the cold room wooden steak in hand she knew it was a mistake for her to be there as her dark brown hair flowed from side to side covering her face from view, a draft picked up...
...Her Death will make your destiny! ...
...The young teen walked closer towards the center of the room, she could now faintly sense that someone else eyes were laid a pond her. As she crossed the room her shoes made a light clicking sound against the tiles on the floor, the necklace around her neck began to glow...Her breath stopped short as she saw the figure that was standing before her. Knowing she was right in thinking this was a mistake, but it's wouldn't matter it would all be over soon, her life that is...
...Her Death will make your destiny! ...
...She looked at the figure with cold eyes "Traitor" she breathed, her voice was a low menacing growl, The figure stand closer sword in hand...The young teen scream a the blade connected with her skin...
... Her Death will make your DESTINY! ...
Buffy Summer shot up in bed as a cold trail of sweat beaded down her forehead, she glances at the clock, " it's only 4:00 am" she whispered her voice was horse unlike the girl in the dream. For same reason that one dream had managed to strike fear in her. Though why or what it meant, Buffy had no clue, Buffy willed the images that haunted her into the corner of her mind. She hadn't told anyone about the dream ...not even Willow or Angel, for some reason she just wanted to put it in the back of her mind far away for her. "So why bother telling anyone?" she said aloud " I mean they'd just tell you what you already known, that I'm the famous Slayer of Sunnydale, The Chosen one, the one who saved the world time and time again. So why let a little dream get in your way?" she said in mocking tone,
'Because deep down you know it means something more' a little voice inside of her side. Buffy tired to laugh off the feeling that something was wrong, but no laughter came, instead came the words that plagued her mind since the dream started nearly four mouth earlier... 'Her Death will make you Destiny' for some reason those words themselves scared Buffy more then the images in the dream did.
TBC...