Title: Alone, I Fear
Author: Sita
Summary: What would happen if Buffy awoke to a world where she wasn't the Slayer, yet still had the memories of being one, and her life in SunnyD. What would she do, and how far would she go in order to get her old life back? B/S
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Post-7.5 "Selfless" (Doesn't really have anything to do with the episode though)
Disclaimer: You think some guy named Joss Whedon owns Buffy?! Psssht! Yeah right! *sigh* Well...okay he does but I can pretend can't I? Or maybe I could just borrow Spike? (Oh, hehehe, forgot to mention, I own Prissy.)


Can't find where I am
Lying here
Alone I fear
Afraid of the dark
No one to claim
Alone again

~Avirl Lavigne


Chapter Three: The Way I Danced With You

So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
Now that you've gone
Now that you've gone
Now that you've gone
Was what I did so wrong?
So wrong you had to leave me alone?
Don't lie, lie. Don't lie, lie.
Don't lie, lie. Don't lie, lie.
~Wham


"Oh God." Buffy choked out, her world becoming dizzy as she leaned all of her body weight on the wall. So Dawn did exist....she just wasn't *her* sister.

Buffy felt like breaking down right here, right now. Even if her life wasn't perfect before, it was loads better than this would ever be. Everything kept getting worse and worse. Next thing she knew, she wouldn't be able to get back to her own world. She shuddered at the thought. She had to get back there...

"Dawn," Buffy looked up as she heard Prissy speaking the ex-key's name. "I think you should go upstairs."

"But-"

"Now." The commanding tone of the Slayer made the teenager drop her shoulders in defeat and hurry upstairs, angrily.

"Buffy?" Prissy looked at the girl, worried.

"Nothing makes sense." Buffy looked over at Prissy. "My whole friggin life is a lie! Everything!" Buffy let herself fall onto the couch, her face buried in her hands as she let sobs overtake her lean form.

"Buffy?" Prissy asked again, hesitantly placing herself next to the blonde.

"I can't," Buffy choke out in between sobs. "I can't live like this."

"Like what?" The red-head asked, placing her pale hand on Buffy's back in a comforting gesture.

"My life was different." She looked at Prissy. "Everything was different! And now...." Buffy stood up. "I just...."

Prissy followed the blonde, also standing up, "Buffy?"

"And now, now Spike doesn't even remember-"

"Spike?" Prissy cut Buffy off. "The vampire Spike?"

"Yes, William the Bloody, slayer of Slayers, bleached-blonde, attractive." Buffy named off qualities of Spike, her eyes watering up at the thought of running into Spike earlier, him not remembering her either.

"Buffy," Prissy started. "Give me more detail. I don't understand what you're saying."

"I-" Just as Buffy was about to speak again, when the doorbell rang, and Prissy looked at Buffy apologetically as she ran to get the door.

Buffy watched from the living room as Prissy opened the door, a recognizable mad standing behind it: Giles.

"I can't deal with this," Buffy mumbled to herself, spotting a back door and quietly slipping out of it and into the night. And, tears blurred her vision as she blindly made her way to her car, taking off once again, into the black night.

"What did I do to deserve this?" She spoke to no one in particular as she drove away.


****

Buffy didn't know how she had gotten here, but she ended up at the Bronze, the loud music echoing from the club and into her car. She opened the door to her car, quickly stepping out and into the cool night air, wrapping her jacket around her tighter, tears still staining her face.

And, with her head down she started walking, not even meaning to, but running into a figure. A cold figure. And, she looked up into the eyes of Spike for the second time that night.

"I bloody run into you again?" He looked at her incredulously, still trying to forget the flash of emotion he had had for this girl just an hour or two earlier.

"Spike." She simply stated, her watery hazel eyes looking into his blue ones.

Noticing the tears in her eyes, he was oddly tempted to wipe the tears out of the beautiful green orbs. But, he refrained, hating the feelings he was getting when he was around her. What was it with this girl?

Buffy noticed him looking at her like the old Spike would've, again. Something like pity mixed with buried emotions shone in his depths this time and she turned away, knowing she had to only be imagining it.

"Buffy?" He suddenly choked out, and she turned around. HE knew who she was?

"Spike?" She asked, hope forming it's way into her heart.

But, he only shook his head, backing away slowly, "I don't know who you are, but stop it. Stop doing this to me!" He yelled, turning around quickly and running away.

"Spike!" She called after him, but the vampire didn't turn but kept on running.

And, Buffy slid to the ground, feeling her hope being crushed as though it were a small bug. And, she let the tears come, hoping that she'd die before this got any worse. Praying that something would kill her before she had to face being alone.

Alone again.


TBC....

I know this chapter was kinda short, but I hope you enjoyed it!

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