Authors note: I must apologize for the long wait. I had a really busy
Summer. I wrestle (as a sport) and I had practices all summer, for the
Summer Games, which I competed in. Then I went camping. Since I had such
limited free time I had a very hard time forcing myself to sit and type.
But still, that's no excuse, and I really hope you can find it in your
heats to forgive me.
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Chapter 5
' I need to do this, its my duty, this is my purpose in life,' thought Buffy. She had been arguing with herself now for nearly an hour. She was wearing some new stretch jeans she had bought after work and a black tank top.
'You've done your bit tonight, you've killed 3 packs of vamps, weak ones at that. You know what, I think they've gotten lazy since you left. You've definitely have to teach them what's what. Anyway, off topic, my point is you deserve a break, didn't the powers say your strength is linked to your connections and friends on this world. Anyway Alec is cute, and you want to dance with him.' a voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like her own argued.
'He is that...' Buffy's mind started to wonder to pleasant Alec thoughts. Quickly realizing that train of thought would only lead to her giving in to her desire for a normal life. 'Traitor!' She called the voice. 'I will not cave in to temptation this time. I can have acquaintances yes. But I refuse to allow anyone, to find out about my slayage. And when people get close to me, they realize I'm not normal, then they start to learn more about me until, well until they figure out I'm the Slayer. Then it's either bye, bye, or they try to do their bit to help. I don't know which is worse, trying to help is nice and all, but in the end it only gets them dead, like everyone else.' Thought Buffy, then adding quietly. 'I don't think I could deal with loosing anyone, or anything else.'
"How about this, you go and find you a nice big bunch of demons and vampires to kill, then you stop at Crash or whatever that place is called. You can have a beer and dance a bit. Then go back to Max's place and crash until the morning. Listen before you say anything, 1st we'll be careful here, no one will find out. 2nd the only way you'll ever fit in here is by doing as they do. You'll be working with these people. You don't have to be best buds with them but if they like you, they're more likely to cover for you, when the need arises. 3rd you have to find a place to live, Max is nice and all but you can stay there for good. And the best way to find a roomy is by meeting people.'
'Fine, I'll go, just stop bothering me. Go back to wherever you came from in my brain and stay there.' Her decision made, Buffy relaxed. 'Well maybe the annoying little voice is right. And if not, well I can always skip town again.'
She had been walking through an alley in one of the poorer sections in town, for nearly 10 minutes, too distracted with her argument to note where she was going. Pausing for a second she listened to the noises of the city. The new sounds on this strange city assaulted her ears after living in Sunnydale for so long, and then heaven.
She rested for a moment and let her being search itself for a familiar foothold. She found it hidden in a corner of her mind. She allowed herself to be, not trying to force herself into a role she was not. She blocked out all her senses and let go of everything, even her own being and in that instant of release, her spirit was able to let go completely, something she had never done for fear of what she would find.
What she found was two unique strands twisted together so tightly that they were one. One strand was that of the slayer. This is what she had feared would end up controlling her when she went to Giles for help after her battle with Dracula. Back then she had never completely let go, for fear she would find the killer Dracula had spoken of. Instead what she found was power and magic. The second strand was her being. It was the person she was born as, who she had been before she was the slayer. All the elements of the woman she was were there.
For the first time she was able to understand, that the slayer was not an invading entity wanting to work its will. But a part of her, all these years she had fought against letting it loose, for fear of what it might to if it had control of her. When in truth, it was not a thing, creature, spirit or being that could control. It was merely the power, what she did with it was up to her.
In those few short moments Buffy stood in that empty alley in the middle of broken down city, in a corrupt America, she found something she had never been able to find in Sunnydale or in Heaven. In Both those places where she had tired to hide the half of herself that was the slayer so deep within that she had nearly forgotten about it. After all she had lived through, Buffy found peace within herself at last.
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Favorite Quote:
Jonathan: We have one more award to give out. Is Buffy Summers here tonight? Did she, um...
Jonathan continues: This is actually a new category. First time ever. I guess there were a lot of write-in ballots, and, um, the prom committee asked me to read this. "We're not good friends. Most of us never found the time to get to know you, but that doesn't mean we haven't noticed you. We don't talk about it much, but it's no secret that Sunnydale High isn't really like other high schools. A lot of weird stuff happens here."
Random people form crowd: Zombies! Hyena people! Snyder! (laughter)
Jonathan: "But, whenever there was a problem or something creepy happened, you seemed to show up and stop it. Most of the people here have been saved by you, or helped by you at one time or another. We're proud to say that the Class of '99 has the lowest mortality rate of any graduating class in Sunnydale history." (applause) "And we know at least part of that is because of you. So the senior class, offers its thanks, and gives you, uh, this."
Jonathan produces an award, which is a multicolored umbrella, with a small metal plaque attached to the shaft.
Jonathan: It's from all of us, and it has written here, "Buffy Summers, Class Protector."
The crowd applause and cheering.
Buffy walks to the stage and accepts her award.
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Authors note: Well the end of another chapter draws near and I have to thank any of my old readers for returning. I hope to get the next chapter out sooner. Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you.
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Chapter 5
' I need to do this, its my duty, this is my purpose in life,' thought Buffy. She had been arguing with herself now for nearly an hour. She was wearing some new stretch jeans she had bought after work and a black tank top.
'You've done your bit tonight, you've killed 3 packs of vamps, weak ones at that. You know what, I think they've gotten lazy since you left. You've definitely have to teach them what's what. Anyway, off topic, my point is you deserve a break, didn't the powers say your strength is linked to your connections and friends on this world. Anyway Alec is cute, and you want to dance with him.' a voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like her own argued.
'He is that...' Buffy's mind started to wonder to pleasant Alec thoughts. Quickly realizing that train of thought would only lead to her giving in to her desire for a normal life. 'Traitor!' She called the voice. 'I will not cave in to temptation this time. I can have acquaintances yes. But I refuse to allow anyone, to find out about my slayage. And when people get close to me, they realize I'm not normal, then they start to learn more about me until, well until they figure out I'm the Slayer. Then it's either bye, bye, or they try to do their bit to help. I don't know which is worse, trying to help is nice and all, but in the end it only gets them dead, like everyone else.' Thought Buffy, then adding quietly. 'I don't think I could deal with loosing anyone, or anything else.'
"How about this, you go and find you a nice big bunch of demons and vampires to kill, then you stop at Crash or whatever that place is called. You can have a beer and dance a bit. Then go back to Max's place and crash until the morning. Listen before you say anything, 1st we'll be careful here, no one will find out. 2nd the only way you'll ever fit in here is by doing as they do. You'll be working with these people. You don't have to be best buds with them but if they like you, they're more likely to cover for you, when the need arises. 3rd you have to find a place to live, Max is nice and all but you can stay there for good. And the best way to find a roomy is by meeting people.'
'Fine, I'll go, just stop bothering me. Go back to wherever you came from in my brain and stay there.' Her decision made, Buffy relaxed. 'Well maybe the annoying little voice is right. And if not, well I can always skip town again.'
She had been walking through an alley in one of the poorer sections in town, for nearly 10 minutes, too distracted with her argument to note where she was going. Pausing for a second she listened to the noises of the city. The new sounds on this strange city assaulted her ears after living in Sunnydale for so long, and then heaven.
She rested for a moment and let her being search itself for a familiar foothold. She found it hidden in a corner of her mind. She allowed herself to be, not trying to force herself into a role she was not. She blocked out all her senses and let go of everything, even her own being and in that instant of release, her spirit was able to let go completely, something she had never done for fear of what she would find.
What she found was two unique strands twisted together so tightly that they were one. One strand was that of the slayer. This is what she had feared would end up controlling her when she went to Giles for help after her battle with Dracula. Back then she had never completely let go, for fear she would find the killer Dracula had spoken of. Instead what she found was power and magic. The second strand was her being. It was the person she was born as, who she had been before she was the slayer. All the elements of the woman she was were there.
For the first time she was able to understand, that the slayer was not an invading entity wanting to work its will. But a part of her, all these years she had fought against letting it loose, for fear of what it might to if it had control of her. When in truth, it was not a thing, creature, spirit or being that could control. It was merely the power, what she did with it was up to her.
In those few short moments Buffy stood in that empty alley in the middle of broken down city, in a corrupt America, she found something she had never been able to find in Sunnydale or in Heaven. In Both those places where she had tired to hide the half of herself that was the slayer so deep within that she had nearly forgotten about it. After all she had lived through, Buffy found peace within herself at last.
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Favorite Quote:
Jonathan: We have one more award to give out. Is Buffy Summers here tonight? Did she, um...
Jonathan continues: This is actually a new category. First time ever. I guess there were a lot of write-in ballots, and, um, the prom committee asked me to read this. "We're not good friends. Most of us never found the time to get to know you, but that doesn't mean we haven't noticed you. We don't talk about it much, but it's no secret that Sunnydale High isn't really like other high schools. A lot of weird stuff happens here."
Random people form crowd: Zombies! Hyena people! Snyder! (laughter)
Jonathan: "But, whenever there was a problem or something creepy happened, you seemed to show up and stop it. Most of the people here have been saved by you, or helped by you at one time or another. We're proud to say that the Class of '99 has the lowest mortality rate of any graduating class in Sunnydale history." (applause) "And we know at least part of that is because of you. So the senior class, offers its thanks, and gives you, uh, this."
Jonathan produces an award, which is a multicolored umbrella, with a small metal plaque attached to the shaft.
Jonathan: It's from all of us, and it has written here, "Buffy Summers, Class Protector."
The crowd applause and cheering.
Buffy walks to the stage and accepts her award.
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Authors note: Well the end of another chapter draws near and I have to thank any of my old readers for returning. I hope to get the next chapter out sooner. Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you.