Is this real? (2/?)
By Amber Anne
Spikegirl90000@yahoo.com
Rating PG-13.
Summary
When Dawn dies instead of Buffy, she gets transported to Quortoth. Guess whom she meets?
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When Dawn was done laughing, she realized she was in a desert area. The sky was a dark red with orange outline, the ground was a dark sandy dust hardened by age. The atmosphere seemed endless.
"Where am I?" She asked the man. She turned around, he wasn't there. Dawn looked down at herself, the gown she has been wearing for the past 50 years was replaced to in Buffy's words "desert military wear".
The desert military wear was very weird on Dawn. She looked armed and ready for battle. Anyone who looked at her could see never punched anyone in her lifetime. She was now wearing a tan tank top with an olive green fleece and matching messenger bag. To add to that, she was wearing a pair of dark brown pants and black army combat boots. Buffy would be proud, Dawn thought sarcastically at her wardrobe.
The bag was heavy, Dawn decided to see what was inside. She found many things in that bag, many including a letter, a dagger, a stake, and beautiful locket.
The locket was a silver colored copper. With the writings of the word Prue on it. It must be a mistake. Dawn thought. Well, at least it's pretty. Dawn put on the locket, which was when she needed to read that letter.
That letter was the secret to Dawn' future, to release her past. To keep her sane. So she wouldn't lose her memories of the only life she had. Years after that event, her name was yet to be found.
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(many many many years later, let's say decades)
She walked and walked. That all she did, walked and fought. She was looking for a fight. She was looking for a place called home. To the girl, fighting was inhuman, savage. She wished she didn't have to fight, but it was the only way to survive.
The girl didn't remember her name, her family, and her friends. She wished she did. Out of the memories she still had were delicate. She loved them.
She remembered a young woman with golden hair and brown eyes. The women had a funny name, it started with a B. She also remembered a man. He had the most illuminated hair she'd ever seen. For a human anyway, or was he? She didn't remember. He also had a funny name, something with the word bloody at the end of it.
Lastly of all, she remembered was her mother. She remembers her face completely. She was probably the most elegant woman alive. She remembered her laugh like yesterday. Yet she had a disturbing picture of her lying in her coffin, dead.
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"Big ugly thing!" She mouthed to the demon. Her voice died over the many years. Ether way she had no one to talk to, so what's the point?
The demon roared as she kicked his chest. He fell to the ground. The girl had a moment to think fast. She pierced a sword through his arm. The demon was very common in Quortoth. She knew it well. The heart was in his arm. Yet she staked the wrong arm. The demon grabbed her leg and squeezed it. He was so strong, she couldn't feel her leg. The demon started to drag her to what hell was much like. The pack.
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The demon dragged her what it seemed hours. Every bone in her body hurt, well except her deadened leg. Her untamed hair was full of dirt from the endless barren land. She would have shed a tear down her face if her body wasn't as barren as the land she was getting dragged on.
Suddenly they stopped. The girl knew what was awaiting her. She shuttered her eyes closed waiting trying not to think of what was going to happen. Then she heard a deep voice yell at the many beasts about to devour her. "Why don't you snack on me?"