iDarkness. As the slayer walked through the graveyard, she couldn't help
reading the gravestones. William Jones, Kelly Hart, Dominic Silvers. All
people who she did not know, hopefully they were resting in peace. She
turned to read the next line of graves and froze in shock.
Willow Rosenburg
Alexander Harris
Dawn Summers
Her friends.
She took a step back, trying not to face the reality until she bumped into someone. She turned round quickly and found herself looking into the eyes of Xander. Only these eyes were yellow and were in the middle of a horribly disfigured face. He smiled, his eyes filled with hatred and evil.
She backed away from and hit something else, she swung round to find Willow, also with vampiric features. Willow pushed her into Xander who held her arms to her sides.
"Whats the matter friend?" he whispered into her ear. "Don't feel like killing us again?"
Willow grabbed Buffy's chin and held the slayer's face to her own. " You sure? Don't want to put some icing on the cake?"
Buffy struggled and kicked Willow away from her. She wrenched herself free, turned and punched Xander. She looked over her shoulder and back- kicked Willow, who was coming in for another attack. With both vampires on the floor, she turned to run away, only to be caught in the grasp of her sister.
Dawn wrapped her hands round Buffy's throat and held her two feet from the ground. The slayer's legs kicked wildly while her hands tried to free her sister's grip. Dawn's vampire face grinned at Buffy's attempts to free herself.
"The hardest thing in this world is to live in it." she said, nothing save evil in her voice. "Be brave, live for me. I want to see you die."
Willow and Xander each grabbed one of Buffy's arms as Dawn let her go, before punching her in the chest. The slayer went flying backward and landed hard on the ground as the three vampires approached her. She searched her pockets for some sort of defence and found a stake.
She rolled backwards onto her feet and kicked Xander, before burying the wooden weapon in his chest. She ducked a punch from Willow, and plunged the stake into her un-beating heart. She took a step back from her two best friends as they turned to dust almost simultaneously. She collided with something that wrapped it's arm around her throat. Buffy grabbed the arm and pulled her sister over shoulder and onto the floor in front of her. She did not hesitate before staking Dawn. The shock on her the child vampire's face was still evident as she crumbled to dust.
The slayer was alone once more. She had killed her friends. Again. She stared down at the murder weapon. It was Mr. Pointy, the weapon Kendra had entrusted her with before she died./i
* * * * * * *
Buffy's eyes snapped open and roved over the room she was in. She found herself slightly reassured when she recognised Spike's bedroom, the room she used to wake up to regularly within the past few months. She wrapped a sheet around herself and rose from the bed, heading towards the bathroom.
* * * * * * *
The slayer climbed the stepladder up to the main floor of the crypt and saw sunlight flooding in, lighting up most of the room. She was dressed in her pants from yesterday and one of Spike's shirts, hoping he wouldn't mind. No sign of the man himself.
Buffy walked into the sunlight, wincing slightly at it's brightness. She sat down in Spike's chair, legs crossed and leant on her arm, deep in thought. What was she going to do now? She couldn't face going back to the house; it was just too much. Even if her friends forgave her, it would always be in the back of her mind, what she had done to them. Especially Dawn, the teen wasn't in the best of moods with her sister lately and this could only make things worse.
Buffy wouldn't have liked to admit it, but the stress was building up before yesterday's events. She was working to bring money in during the day, doing her family duties. In the evenings, she was usually patrolling until late, doing her slayer duties. She was both physically and mentally exhausted.
The thought crossed her mind to never go back there. She had survived on her own before, and then she was seventeen. She could do at twenty years old easily.
She quickly shook her head, trying to rid the thought from her mind but it would not go away. Her memory flashed back to the last few months, statements made from various people. She closed her eyes and tried to register the sounds and images that were becoming a montage.
'You came back wrong.'
'You've been going at it too hard Buff, we hardly ever see ya.'
'You are looking a little pounded.'
'Not like I knew you'd be here, you're never home.'
'You belong in the shadows.'
'You're addicted to the misery.'
Buffy's eyes flickered open. So many people had been hinting to her for so long, and she had just dismissed it. No wonder she felt like this. No wonder she had fled into the arms of a vampire.
She had been having sex with Spike to try and relieve the stress. She had even admitted it to Tara, the only time she felt anything was when she was with him. However wrong it felt, it gave her an escape. Now she was back with him, she had a problem and she was in his arms again. She wasn't better than she thought.
Willow Rosenburg
Alexander Harris
Dawn Summers
Her friends.
She took a step back, trying not to face the reality until she bumped into someone. She turned round quickly and found herself looking into the eyes of Xander. Only these eyes were yellow and were in the middle of a horribly disfigured face. He smiled, his eyes filled with hatred and evil.
She backed away from and hit something else, she swung round to find Willow, also with vampiric features. Willow pushed her into Xander who held her arms to her sides.
"Whats the matter friend?" he whispered into her ear. "Don't feel like killing us again?"
Willow grabbed Buffy's chin and held the slayer's face to her own. " You sure? Don't want to put some icing on the cake?"
Buffy struggled and kicked Willow away from her. She wrenched herself free, turned and punched Xander. She looked over her shoulder and back- kicked Willow, who was coming in for another attack. With both vampires on the floor, she turned to run away, only to be caught in the grasp of her sister.
Dawn wrapped her hands round Buffy's throat and held her two feet from the ground. The slayer's legs kicked wildly while her hands tried to free her sister's grip. Dawn's vampire face grinned at Buffy's attempts to free herself.
"The hardest thing in this world is to live in it." she said, nothing save evil in her voice. "Be brave, live for me. I want to see you die."
Willow and Xander each grabbed one of Buffy's arms as Dawn let her go, before punching her in the chest. The slayer went flying backward and landed hard on the ground as the three vampires approached her. She searched her pockets for some sort of defence and found a stake.
She rolled backwards onto her feet and kicked Xander, before burying the wooden weapon in his chest. She ducked a punch from Willow, and plunged the stake into her un-beating heart. She took a step back from her two best friends as they turned to dust almost simultaneously. She collided with something that wrapped it's arm around her throat. Buffy grabbed the arm and pulled her sister over shoulder and onto the floor in front of her. She did not hesitate before staking Dawn. The shock on her the child vampire's face was still evident as she crumbled to dust.
The slayer was alone once more. She had killed her friends. Again. She stared down at the murder weapon. It was Mr. Pointy, the weapon Kendra had entrusted her with before she died./i
* * * * * * *
Buffy's eyes snapped open and roved over the room she was in. She found herself slightly reassured when she recognised Spike's bedroom, the room she used to wake up to regularly within the past few months. She wrapped a sheet around herself and rose from the bed, heading towards the bathroom.
* * * * * * *
The slayer climbed the stepladder up to the main floor of the crypt and saw sunlight flooding in, lighting up most of the room. She was dressed in her pants from yesterday and one of Spike's shirts, hoping he wouldn't mind. No sign of the man himself.
Buffy walked into the sunlight, wincing slightly at it's brightness. She sat down in Spike's chair, legs crossed and leant on her arm, deep in thought. What was she going to do now? She couldn't face going back to the house; it was just too much. Even if her friends forgave her, it would always be in the back of her mind, what she had done to them. Especially Dawn, the teen wasn't in the best of moods with her sister lately and this could only make things worse.
Buffy wouldn't have liked to admit it, but the stress was building up before yesterday's events. She was working to bring money in during the day, doing her family duties. In the evenings, she was usually patrolling until late, doing her slayer duties. She was both physically and mentally exhausted.
The thought crossed her mind to never go back there. She had survived on her own before, and then she was seventeen. She could do at twenty years old easily.
She quickly shook her head, trying to rid the thought from her mind but it would not go away. Her memory flashed back to the last few months, statements made from various people. She closed her eyes and tried to register the sounds and images that were becoming a montage.
'You came back wrong.'
'You've been going at it too hard Buff, we hardly ever see ya.'
'You are looking a little pounded.'
'Not like I knew you'd be here, you're never home.'
'You belong in the shadows.'
'You're addicted to the misery.'
Buffy's eyes flickered open. So many people had been hinting to her for so long, and she had just dismissed it. No wonder she felt like this. No wonder she had fled into the arms of a vampire.
She had been having sex with Spike to try and relieve the stress. She had even admitted it to Tara, the only time she felt anything was when she was with him. However wrong it felt, it gave her an escape. Now she was back with him, she had a problem and she was in his arms again. She wasn't better than she thought.