Disclaimer: Blood poured down the right side of my temple that had recently
been slashed with a knife. "Say it!" screamed the man. "Fuck you," I
whispered, my voice hoarse from hours of screaming. "SAY IT!!" he howled
again, this time holding the knife to my throat. After a few moments of
silence, he slowly began to push the weapon into my voice box, and the
pressure became too much. "Alright, alright," I coughed, as he released the
knife from my throat, "Joss Whedon owns everything that is Buffy the
Vampire Slayer related, and I will never ever EVER claim it's mine!" A
smile began to creep up the sides of his mouth, and that's when I began to
get pissed off. "I'm so gonna kick your ass, Angel."
Rating: R (for my potty mouth, the sex MAY come soon)
Summary: After a horrifying incident, Buffy leaves Sunnydale, vowing never to return. Well, we all know she can't stay away forever.
Author's Notes: By popular demand, at least by the few people who've reviewed it, and the constant prattling of my sister, Anyanka Faith, chapter four is up. God, I'm loving everyone who has reviewed, it makes my tiny, non-existent heart swell with pride. I'm a gonna have chapter five up by Thursday (no school for me Friday) and possibly chapter six up by Sunday, but don't bet any money on it. Anyway, half of this chapter is a flash back to why Buffy left, so if you get confused, I apologize. Hugs and kisses to all.
PS: Anyanka Faith, I fart in your general direction. :-P Angel is the DEVIL, long live Spike! Oh, and Riley has girly hair.
Chapter Four- Memories, And Surprises
Six Years Earlier
"Dawn Summers! Get your skinny little ass down here NOW!" Buffy screamed from the bottom of the stairs, coat and stake in hand. God, I am not letting some creature of the night get his thing on because my sister can't find a shirt that matches her pants.
She could hear someone frantically stamp around upstairs. Buffy rolled her eyes, then walked to the weapons chest for a few more stakes. It was the second time that week she agreed to take Dawn on patrol, but because of her lateness, the blonde was thinking it might be her last.
Dawn bounded down the stairs while tying her hair up with a rubber band. "Ok! I'm so ready to kick some undead booty!" Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement; Buffy couldn't help but smile.
"Next time you decide to play dress up when we're patrolling, I'm leaving you behind," the older sister mock-scolded. Dawn merely smiled, then linked her arm through Buffy's as they left the house.
The two sisters walked though the town, talking up a storm while looking for vampires. Life was good. Willow had moved out days earlier to live with Tara. Xander and Anya, although they were still on the rocks, were slowly patching things up. Giles, a month earlier, moved back, claiming London was just "too bloody boring". There were a million things to talk about, not to mention the newly souled Spike.
And whom should they run into at the Elusian Cemetery but the vampire himself. He had been coming around lately, hanging out and helping to teach Dawn about killing demons. Also, although he didn't say it aloud, he was slowly trying to mend fences with the Slayer.
"Hey Bit, here to kill some of my relatives?" he questioned while mussing up her hair.
Dawn scowled, pushing his hands away. "No, just you," she pouted as she smoothed her hair down.
Spike smiled. "I'd like to see you try, little one." Before she could respond, Spike picked her up and spun her around in circles. Dawn screamed at first, then began to laugh.
"Hey, could you guys please grow up, I'm trying to teach my sister that patrolling is a serious job," Buffy yelled.
The vampire stopped spinning and put Dawn on the ground. "Your Big Sis is right, Bit. Patrolling is a very serious job, and shouldn't be taken lightly," Spike lectured, trying to keep a straight face. Dawn held back a giggle, seeing the mischief in his eyes.
"Thank you Spike." Buffy turned around, only to have Spike run over and swing her over his shoulders like a bag of potatoes.
"LET GO OF ME! I'LL STAKE YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD!" Buffy screamed at the top of her lungs. Spike turned to Dawn, and rolled his eyes.
"I guess the Slayer doesn't want to have any fun, like always," Spike sighed, then let the blonde girl go. She jumped to her feet, then playfully punched him on the arm. After a few laughs, the three began to walk together.
Minutes later, Buffy could feel something stirring in her stomach. Her Slayer-sense was off; something was around. "Dawn. Behind the mausoleum. He's alone. Go around the left of it and catch him by surprise," she whispered, handing her sister a stake. Dawn nodded, eyes seriously contemplating what to do. As she took off in the vampire's direction, the other two headed off the other way to watch her.
They squatted in the bushes, the vampire clearly in view. "How's Dawn doing?" Spike asked, worry for the girl obvious in his voice.
Buffy smiled, looking at the blond. "She doing great. Last night, she dusted three. It's kinda scary how good she is."
"Well, like sister like sister." He moved closer to her, and was surprised at the fact that she did not move away.
All conversation stopped when Dawn came into view. She was right behind the vampire, who was clearly drunk and stumbling about. It would be an easy kill.
She raised the stake and gathered her courage. "Hey, ASSHOLE!"
The vampire turned, surprised by the voice "Whaddya want?" he slurred.
Dawn slammed the stake into his chest. "Ya got something on your shirt." The vampire stood amazed until he "poofed" away.
Buffy and Spike jumped up, clapping for the girl. "Did ya see that! I even said something witty before he went poof!" Dawn squealed, jumping up and down. The three were so excited, that they didn't see another vampire come up behind her.
"Ohmygod! That was awesome!" Buffy praised.
"Dawn that was PERFECT! Although next time you need to. . ." lectured Spike, but Buffy tuned him out as she saw the vampire sneak up behind her sister. She tried to run over to help Dawn, but every muscle in her body froze. Gathering up all her strength, she yelled:
"DAWN! BEHIND YOU!!"
Before Dawn could turn around, the vampire grabbed her chin and forehead, and in one move, broke her neck.
Buffy screamed. The vampire saw the other two and ran off, dropping Dawn's lifeless body to the ground. Spike took off, shouting horribly as he chased after the vampire, slipping his game face on. Rage raced through his body, the demon had taken control. Finally, he caught up to the young vampire, threw him to the ground, and began to crazily tear him apart. In the end, all that was left was a bloody pile of flesh.
Suddenly, he realized what happened. Jumping to his feet, he sprinted back to Buffy.
She sat on the ground, Dawn head in her lap, her sister's brown hair spilling over her legs. Buffy sobbed, stroking her sister's hair. Spike came up behind her and crouched.
"Bit?" Tears began to fall as he looked at the Slayer, not wanting to accept what had happened.
Buffy looked at him, face streaked with hot tears, and slowly shook her head.
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The car behind her honked loudly. Phoenix jumped as she came out of her daydream, then realized that the light was green. Pushing on the gas, the car began to move.
About two hours ago, she landed in the LA airport. All through the plane ride, she played that night over and over in her head. While at the car rental place, she remembered the nightmare that took place later.
She had to plan the funeral, call her dad, and above all, mourn her sister's death. Giles, Xander, Willow, Anya, Tara, and Spike stayed at her house, helping her out and crying with her. For five days, she moved through a fog of disbelief, and on the sixth day, she came out of the fog to realize what a burden she was. On the seventh day, she ran off, leaving everyone behind.
As Phoenix drove, she looked at the familiar sights, the memories washing over her. There wasn't any particular place she was going; she just needed to see everything.
To her surprise, she found herself on Revello drive. She drove down her old street, taking it all in. The cars were different, as were the children playing in the street, and most of the houses had been painted, but it was still the same street.
Finally, she came up to 1630 Revello. The house was painted a light gray, with dark blue trim. In the driveway sat a gold SUV, a red tricycle, and a bright pink bike. Phoenix sighed. So good old Giles sold it.
Instinct took over, and she pulled up next to the curb and parked the rental car. She needed to meet the people who moved in, to see if they were worthy of her home.
She slowly walked up the steps, examining the flowers in the garden and the new porch swing. Timidly, she knocked on the door.
"One minute!" a voice called from inside. She smiled as she heard a baby laugh. That was the kind of family she wanted to live in her house, a big one.
The door opened slowly, and Phoenix gasped as she saw the woman on the other side.
She was a young woman, not even thirty. She wore a long black skirt and a burgundy tank top. Her short, light brown hair framed her smiling face. In one hand, she held a dishtowel, in the other, a spoon covered in spaghetti sauce.
"Can I help you?" she asked in a cheerful voice. God, she's treating me like a customer at the Magic Box, Phoenix realized.
"Anya?" she asked in a small voice.
"Yes?"
Rating: R (for my potty mouth, the sex MAY come soon)
Summary: After a horrifying incident, Buffy leaves Sunnydale, vowing never to return. Well, we all know she can't stay away forever.
Author's Notes: By popular demand, at least by the few people who've reviewed it, and the constant prattling of my sister, Anyanka Faith, chapter four is up. God, I'm loving everyone who has reviewed, it makes my tiny, non-existent heart swell with pride. I'm a gonna have chapter five up by Thursday (no school for me Friday) and possibly chapter six up by Sunday, but don't bet any money on it. Anyway, half of this chapter is a flash back to why Buffy left, so if you get confused, I apologize. Hugs and kisses to all.
PS: Anyanka Faith, I fart in your general direction. :-P Angel is the DEVIL, long live Spike! Oh, and Riley has girly hair.
Chapter Four- Memories, And Surprises
Six Years Earlier
"Dawn Summers! Get your skinny little ass down here NOW!" Buffy screamed from the bottom of the stairs, coat and stake in hand. God, I am not letting some creature of the night get his thing on because my sister can't find a shirt that matches her pants.
She could hear someone frantically stamp around upstairs. Buffy rolled her eyes, then walked to the weapons chest for a few more stakes. It was the second time that week she agreed to take Dawn on patrol, but because of her lateness, the blonde was thinking it might be her last.
Dawn bounded down the stairs while tying her hair up with a rubber band. "Ok! I'm so ready to kick some undead booty!" Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement; Buffy couldn't help but smile.
"Next time you decide to play dress up when we're patrolling, I'm leaving you behind," the older sister mock-scolded. Dawn merely smiled, then linked her arm through Buffy's as they left the house.
The two sisters walked though the town, talking up a storm while looking for vampires. Life was good. Willow had moved out days earlier to live with Tara. Xander and Anya, although they were still on the rocks, were slowly patching things up. Giles, a month earlier, moved back, claiming London was just "too bloody boring". There were a million things to talk about, not to mention the newly souled Spike.
And whom should they run into at the Elusian Cemetery but the vampire himself. He had been coming around lately, hanging out and helping to teach Dawn about killing demons. Also, although he didn't say it aloud, he was slowly trying to mend fences with the Slayer.
"Hey Bit, here to kill some of my relatives?" he questioned while mussing up her hair.
Dawn scowled, pushing his hands away. "No, just you," she pouted as she smoothed her hair down.
Spike smiled. "I'd like to see you try, little one." Before she could respond, Spike picked her up and spun her around in circles. Dawn screamed at first, then began to laugh.
"Hey, could you guys please grow up, I'm trying to teach my sister that patrolling is a serious job," Buffy yelled.
The vampire stopped spinning and put Dawn on the ground. "Your Big Sis is right, Bit. Patrolling is a very serious job, and shouldn't be taken lightly," Spike lectured, trying to keep a straight face. Dawn held back a giggle, seeing the mischief in his eyes.
"Thank you Spike." Buffy turned around, only to have Spike run over and swing her over his shoulders like a bag of potatoes.
"LET GO OF ME! I'LL STAKE YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD!" Buffy screamed at the top of her lungs. Spike turned to Dawn, and rolled his eyes.
"I guess the Slayer doesn't want to have any fun, like always," Spike sighed, then let the blonde girl go. She jumped to her feet, then playfully punched him on the arm. After a few laughs, the three began to walk together.
Minutes later, Buffy could feel something stirring in her stomach. Her Slayer-sense was off; something was around. "Dawn. Behind the mausoleum. He's alone. Go around the left of it and catch him by surprise," she whispered, handing her sister a stake. Dawn nodded, eyes seriously contemplating what to do. As she took off in the vampire's direction, the other two headed off the other way to watch her.
They squatted in the bushes, the vampire clearly in view. "How's Dawn doing?" Spike asked, worry for the girl obvious in his voice.
Buffy smiled, looking at the blond. "She doing great. Last night, she dusted three. It's kinda scary how good she is."
"Well, like sister like sister." He moved closer to her, and was surprised at the fact that she did not move away.
All conversation stopped when Dawn came into view. She was right behind the vampire, who was clearly drunk and stumbling about. It would be an easy kill.
She raised the stake and gathered her courage. "Hey, ASSHOLE!"
The vampire turned, surprised by the voice "Whaddya want?" he slurred.
Dawn slammed the stake into his chest. "Ya got something on your shirt." The vampire stood amazed until he "poofed" away.
Buffy and Spike jumped up, clapping for the girl. "Did ya see that! I even said something witty before he went poof!" Dawn squealed, jumping up and down. The three were so excited, that they didn't see another vampire come up behind her.
"Ohmygod! That was awesome!" Buffy praised.
"Dawn that was PERFECT! Although next time you need to. . ." lectured Spike, but Buffy tuned him out as she saw the vampire sneak up behind her sister. She tried to run over to help Dawn, but every muscle in her body froze. Gathering up all her strength, she yelled:
"DAWN! BEHIND YOU!!"
Before Dawn could turn around, the vampire grabbed her chin and forehead, and in one move, broke her neck.
Buffy screamed. The vampire saw the other two and ran off, dropping Dawn's lifeless body to the ground. Spike took off, shouting horribly as he chased after the vampire, slipping his game face on. Rage raced through his body, the demon had taken control. Finally, he caught up to the young vampire, threw him to the ground, and began to crazily tear him apart. In the end, all that was left was a bloody pile of flesh.
Suddenly, he realized what happened. Jumping to his feet, he sprinted back to Buffy.
She sat on the ground, Dawn head in her lap, her sister's brown hair spilling over her legs. Buffy sobbed, stroking her sister's hair. Spike came up behind her and crouched.
"Bit?" Tears began to fall as he looked at the Slayer, not wanting to accept what had happened.
Buffy looked at him, face streaked with hot tears, and slowly shook her head.
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The car behind her honked loudly. Phoenix jumped as she came out of her daydream, then realized that the light was green. Pushing on the gas, the car began to move.
About two hours ago, she landed in the LA airport. All through the plane ride, she played that night over and over in her head. While at the car rental place, she remembered the nightmare that took place later.
She had to plan the funeral, call her dad, and above all, mourn her sister's death. Giles, Xander, Willow, Anya, Tara, and Spike stayed at her house, helping her out and crying with her. For five days, she moved through a fog of disbelief, and on the sixth day, she came out of the fog to realize what a burden she was. On the seventh day, she ran off, leaving everyone behind.
As Phoenix drove, she looked at the familiar sights, the memories washing over her. There wasn't any particular place she was going; she just needed to see everything.
To her surprise, she found herself on Revello drive. She drove down her old street, taking it all in. The cars were different, as were the children playing in the street, and most of the houses had been painted, but it was still the same street.
Finally, she came up to 1630 Revello. The house was painted a light gray, with dark blue trim. In the driveway sat a gold SUV, a red tricycle, and a bright pink bike. Phoenix sighed. So good old Giles sold it.
Instinct took over, and she pulled up next to the curb and parked the rental car. She needed to meet the people who moved in, to see if they were worthy of her home.
She slowly walked up the steps, examining the flowers in the garden and the new porch swing. Timidly, she knocked on the door.
"One minute!" a voice called from inside. She smiled as she heard a baby laugh. That was the kind of family she wanted to live in her house, a big one.
The door opened slowly, and Phoenix gasped as she saw the woman on the other side.
She was a young woman, not even thirty. She wore a long black skirt and a burgundy tank top. Her short, light brown hair framed her smiling face. In one hand, she held a dishtowel, in the other, a spoon covered in spaghetti sauce.
"Can I help you?" she asked in a cheerful voice. God, she's treating me like a customer at the Magic Box, Phoenix realized.
"Anya?" she asked in a small voice.
"Yes?"