A Blast From The Past

By Dannette

Buffy is losing her emotional battle, but an unlikely savior will come, and it's someone from her past.




Author's Notes - This story takes place after everybody knows that Buffy was taken from heaven and not hell. But Buffy and Spike aren't together. Nothing against them, I think they are majorly cute, but in this story I have a different couple in mind. By the way, you may be a bit confused by this story, if you haven't seen the 1992 Buffy The Vampire Slayer movie, just a warning.

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Love.

Hate.

Heaven.

Hell.

There seemed to be no difference to Buffy Summers anymore. She at one time in her life, felt all of those emotions and more, but now they were just all mixed up in her head. Which was a scary place to be in nowadays, inside of her head, it would scare even the bravest warrior. Hell, it even scared her nowadays, everything was just so wrong, so confusing, so painful in that head of hers.

So many conflicting emotions, a war of conflicting emotions. A war on her soul, her body, mind, etc ... a war that seemed to have no solution, no finale, no ending. There were no big fireworks foreshadowing the end of the stressful war on her, it was endless. The war just continued to wreck havoc on her body, and about now, she had given up on caring, given up on trying to cry out for help.

She didn't even feel scared anymore. Fear. That emotion, like the others, seemed to disintegrate from her body. Fear was like an old memory for her; she could remember a time where she held fear, but there was no foreshadowing, no sign of it coming back.

So many things she had lost during the fall. The Fall. It sounded like a movie of the week or some cheesy romance/mystery novel. Something you would think you would see on lifetime with actors who over dramatized their words and actions. The fall, it sounded too cheesy, too corny, too much like something you would see on CBS. Her sacrifice. Yeah that sounds better.

Her sacrifice, to save Dawn, to save the world, yet again. She had faced death so many times, even died once, but she hadn't been ready, been ready to completely let go of life, but she had. In the end, she had given up her life, for Dawn's, for Xander's ... for everyone else she cared about, hell she gave up her life for the people she didn't even know. For the sake of mankind.

She felt like screaming, what about her? What about what she wants? But all the selfishness in her body was gone as well, she didn't have the strength to even care about herself. Everything was so completely messed up. She had been in Heaven, such a beautiful place ... so ... tranquil, but she had been torn away from there. She had been ripped away from the peace and thrown back in Sunnydale, it wasn't as if ... she wasn't happy that she was back with her friends and Dawn. But there was no peace.

She wanted the silence again, there was too much screaming, too much pain, and the fault in that ... was that she was the only one who could hear the screaming, she was the only one who could feel the pain. There were times where she just wanted to scream, scream for help; but her voice always died before she could scream. She would choke over the words, as if they were impossible to say, she could feel them on the tip of her tongue, but yet she couldn't say them, it was just too hard for her, too painful.

Being around her friends, even Spike ... who she guessed was a friend, in a way ... hurt her too much. They hurt her without even knowing it, she tried to act like she didn't realize the distinct feeling of emptiness she got whenever she was around them. Whenever Xander and Anya would smile or laugh at each other, it was just black. Just empty, dark, and dank, it had no effect on her. Not even talking to Willow helped her, Willow was the one person who could always make her feel good, and that feeling was gone.

That was why she was here, in the Sunnydale graveyard. She needed to get out, she needed to get away from Giles and the rest of them, she just needed to be alone, to get a hold of all the things inside of her head. Patrolling. That always helped her, patrolling always got her mind off of the things she didn't want to think about, it was always such a release. But even as she walked through the graveyard, she was empty. Even as her tennis shoes crunched underneath the dead leaves that had fallen from the trees, she couldn't feel whole, she couldn't feel alive. The wooden stake she twirled in her hand, felt like a devoid item, it felt like it wasn't even there. The distinct smell of death was in the air, and yet it didn't seem to bother Buffy in the least, but it never did. The smell, she was just so used to it by now, she just couldn't help but inhale it and not care, but this time there was no shivers down her spine. No 'wiggins' as her, Willow, and Xander used to call it during high school. The darkness of the night didn't seem to bother her either. It was pitch black, and yet Buffy just walked through the graveyard, not even watching where she was going, it didn't mean a thing.

Buffy had felt a lot of pain in her life before, but this ... this pain, it was just unbearable. She had never felt anything like it, these new emotions, were paralyzing. She felt like she couldn't move at times, there were times where she felt like she was crippled. She could just stand there and not move, even though she would try her hardest to move, her body just wouldn't allow it. She just froze. Mostly she did it when she was by herself, like when a plate would fall, she would freeze, instead of trying to grab it, like she usually did. She was worrying her friends enough already, she was even worrying Spike, but that was a complete different tale to begin with.

Buffy's mind went blank again, as her ears perked up a sound of another pair of feet walking, not that far away from her either. Buffy whipped her head to the right, then to the left, and then she even looked behind her, yet she found nothing. Buffy's eyes were alert, scanning the graveyard, but there was no sign of any intruders but herself. Buffy's face scrunched up when she felt a familiar pain, cramps. Buffy brought her left hand to her abdomen, as the cramps got worse, when the footsteps got louder in her head. Something was wrong, she didn't need the cramps for a sign of vampires anymore, she had stopped getting those when ... when Merrick, her first watcher, back in LA, had died. Killed, Buffy mused; she let out a soft moan, and leaned against one of the graves, as the cramps continued to invade her body, what the hell was going on? Buffy's long blonde hair suddenly blew against her face, as the wind gushed past her, the wind was unbelievably cold. Major wiggins, Buffy thought to herself, trying to straighten herself up.

Buffy looked down at the ground, when she felt a slight brushing of ice cold fingers against her bare legs. Buffy, before she could react, was grabbed by a pair of hands and thrown down to the ground. Buffy let out a grunt, she reached for her wooden stake that she had dropped on the way down. Buffy looked to the grave, and watched the vampire rise from the grave, Buffy froze as she watched the vampire advancing towards her. She could feel the paralyzing feeling again, not now ... Buffy thought to herself. She shook the cobwebs out of her head and made a final reach and grabbed the wooden stake, just when the vampire grabbed her leg. Buffy let out an unexpected scream, that seemed to echo throughout the whole graveyard; Buffy kicked the vampire away and held the wooden stake in her hand, which was shaking, her fear was practically radiating for the vampire to see.

The vampire, the young looking man, with cold, blank eyes, flashed a toothy evil grin at Buffy, loving the fear he was seeing in front of him. "The Slayer is afraid of a mere vampire?" The vampire asked, with a spine chilling chuckle, that shuddered throughout his whole body. "What a surprise this is, what a meal you will be." The vampire said, advancing towards Buffy again, with more confidence.

Buffy positioned her body and did a cartwheel backwards, positioning herself away from the vampire for a few seconds. "You know, I hate when you vamps get all cocky, I mean hello, if anyone should be cocky, it should be me ... I'm about to dust you." Buffy said, actually getting her ability to be sarcastic back. Buffy jumped up, and grabbed onto a tree branch, she did a back flip and landed gracefully on the edge of the tree branch. Buffy balanced herself, she did a cartwheel across the tree branch and finally off the tree. Buffy did a spinning heel kick to the vampire's face, sending the now not so confident vampire back, before she landed on her feet.

The vampire let out an angry howl of pain.

Buffy smirked, but there was no humor in her eyes. "Aw, did I ruin the moment we were having?" Buffy asked, twirling her stake.

"No, but they will." The vampire replied, just giving Buffy a few seconds, before four vampires attacked her from behind.

Buffy fell down to the ground in pain, she let go of the stake, as the four plus the newly risen vampire, attacked her. Buffy laid on the ground and let the vampires attack her, without even trying to fight back. She knew she could stake all five of them, if she tried, but she just let them attack her. Suddenly all the energy she had was gone, she had no desire to stake or fight anything. She was devoid. Buffy let out a strangled scream, when one of the vampires wrapped their cold hands around her throat, choking her. Buffy fumbled for her stake but it was too far away, out of her reach. As she felt the vampire lean down, probably to drain her, her eyes became alert when she heard a sixth pair of footsteps, except he didn't smell like a vampire. Before Buffy could react, the vampire who was about to drain her suddenly turned to dust, which indicated that he was staked. Buffy let out a cough, she pushed her weight against her hands as she pulled herself up. Buffy tried to catch a glimpse of her saver, but he was thrown across the graveyard before she could see his face, by the remaining vampires. Buffy watched on as her saver was being attacked, Buffy reached for her stake.

"Kill the human who dared interrupt us!" The leader of the vampire pack, screamed.

The three vampires nodded and attacked the young man who was donned in a black leather coat and navy blue jeans. But they were taken by surprise when he flipped over the tombstone, and then disappeared out of their view. The youngest vampire, just 108 years old, looked around cautiously. The only things he had seen move that fast, were slayers, but he knew this young human wasn't a slayer, he was a male, plus he couldn't smell the Slayer blood from him. The young vampire let out a scream when he was attacked from behind, he let out a last strangled scream, before the mystery man snapped his neck quickly, killing the vampire in a second.

Buffy watched the youngest vampire explode into dust with wonder in her eyes, she had never seen someone move like that, besides Angel, and Buffy knew that whoever this man was, was indeed a human. There was something about the way he moved, that struck her as familiar, the way he rushed himself into danger. Only if I could see his face, Buffy thought to herself in silence.

The middle vampire, lunged at the mystery man. He grabbed the young man by his throat and threw him against a tree. The vampire let out a grin, and advanced towards the man, but stopped, and howled in pain, when an arrow pierced his shoulder. The vampire whirled around and glared when he saw Buffy.

"Leave him alone!" Buffy screamed. "You want me, here I am." Buffy replied, raising the crossbow once more, her eyes narrowed, and her game face on. She still had no idea who this mystery man was, since she still hasn't seen his face, but she felt a need to protect him. Maybe it was just because he was an innocent, or maybe it was the fact that he saved her, she didn't know.

The leader of the pack, chuckled, and grabbed Buffy by her pony-tail and lifted her up in the air. "Oh believe me, we do want you, but we can deal with killing the intruder. Kill the boy, Brian, kill him now, I've got the bloody slayer." The leader grunted out.

Buffy struggled against the strong vampire, he was obviously stronger than the other two. Buffy widened her eyes, when she saw the mystery man get up. She searched for his face, but his head was bowed down. "WATCH OUT!" Buffy screamed, when the two other vampires charged at her mystery savior, one on each side of the mystery man, she closed her eyes, not wanting to watch.

The stranger, the man whose face had yet been to seen by Buffy, held both his arms out, one stake in one hand, and another stake in the opposite hand. He heard two grunts of pain, as the two vampires walked straight into the stakes, and then disintegrated.

The leader growled with shock, as he watched his last two minions, be dusted by this stranger.

Buffy opened her eyes and before she could even try to look at the mystery man, she snapped her head back and head butted the main vampire, well to mention, ONLY vampire left. Buffy did a roundhouse kick that sent the leader vampire towards the mystery man. Buffy turned around and watched her mystery man kick the leader in the chest, sending him back to Buffy. Buffy smirked, reached her hand behind her and grabbed the stake that was attached to the back of her shorts. She held the stake in her hand, no shake this time, she gripped onto the stake and lunged it into the leader's chest, she watched the leader disintegrate into dust.

The mystery man didn't dare look up at whoever he had saved, or at least helped, he was too busy, holding onto his shoulder, which was bleeding. What possessed him to come to this hokey pokey town, and save a girl he didn't know, was beyond him.

"Job well done, I say." Buffy said, smirking. She slid the wooden stake back into it's place at the back of her jean shorts, she then noticed her mystery man walking off, with an obvious limp in his walk. "Hey wait!" Buffy screamed after him. When he didn't turn around, she started to jog through the graveyard, trying to catch up with him. No way he was getting away, not until she saw who it was, he had saved her, she needed to see his face. "I said WAIT!" Buffy exploded. She grabbed his arm, but froze when she saw his face, once he turned around. No, it can't be. Buffy thought to herself, she dropped her hand, her eyes widening in shock.

He stared at her, not knowing who she was at first, but then his eyes suddenly widened too, once the realization hit him.

"Pike?" Buffy choked out in shock.