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This is my first BtVS fic. Be gentle and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. The characters and concepts of BtVS belong to the

almighty Joss Whedon and big companies that have much more money than I have. I just

like to play with them sometimes ^.^

Feedback makes the heart grow fonder-and the writer happier ^.^

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There was a time when the world was young...



When people were just

Good...

Bad...

Dead.

When circumstances were

Simpler...

Easier...

And life was...

Normal.



But change is inevitable.



People became

Vampires,

Witches,

Werewolves,

Demons.

Circumstances became

Complicated...

Difficult...

Life became

Kill.

Crush.

Destroy.

...Not normal.



I have become

Old...

Wise...

Experienced.



I was chosen to

Hunt...

Slay...

Die...

To rise from the ashes of the slain;

To reclaim my wooden scepter;

To wear a crown of thorns-

To sit upon a throne of bone and flesh.





I am power;

I am death;

I am the slayer.

So what if I'm not normal.

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I am currently working on a BtVS/AtS crossover fic set late in seasons 7/4 respectively.

It will be B/A but I would like input as to what other pairings to have. Any suggestions

will be seriously considered so do not hesitate to let me know what you want.

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