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Having trapped her younger self in the enchanted amulet that looked like a innocent coin Buffy went into the bathroom and took out her mothers hair dye that was always kept in the same place under the since and set about dying her hair.
An hour later she looked in the mirror, the colour wasn't right, she should have known that the dye wasn't strong enough to cover her colour. She touched the picture of the younger Buffy absorbing the tint and touched her own head and watched as her hair colour changed. Buffy picked up the scissors and took a clump of her hair and opened the scissors but didn't have the guts to cut it al off. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and sliced off her hair up to her shoulders, trying to get it as neat as possible.
Buffy looked at her reflection and what looked back was something she hadn't seen in a long time. The only thing that reminded her of her self was the make up around her eyes. It was her style these days, wearing the drastic make up. It was faiths idea she's talked her into doing it one day after a fight with a demon left a bruise around her eye. The make up covered the bruise and was how people were doing it in her time.
There were some baby wipes on the cabinet so she took one and wiped away all the blackness. Leaving behind her face, a face that looked just as youthful as the face of the girl she's been thirteen years ago.
She tied her hair up with a bobble and put on a vest top and a pair of shorts. The bed was still made so she turned down the covers and climbed inside.
The minuet younger Buffy had been gone older Buffy had gone to her mothers room just to get one look at her. But the room was empty and after some looking around she found clothes were missing and then she remembered it was around this time her mother had gone to New York on business. That had been her one hope, to be able to really say goodbye to her mom like she couldn't last time. She hung her head and walked past Dawns room, which was filled with boxes and nothing in there that was Dawns. So no mother, no little sister and Angel's evil she was truly alone.
"As soon as this tasks done, I'm so out of here." Buffy said in a sad voice thinking of her family that was waiting for her to return.
And now as she laid in bed sensing Angelus out side her window she smiled and let sleep take her.
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Having trapped her younger self in the enchanted amulet that looked like a innocent coin Buffy went into the bathroom and took out her mothers hair dye that was always kept in the same place under the since and set about dying her hair.
An hour later she looked in the mirror, the colour wasn't right, she should have known that the dye wasn't strong enough to cover her colour. She touched the picture of the younger Buffy absorbing the tint and touched her own head and watched as her hair colour changed. Buffy picked up the scissors and took a clump of her hair and opened the scissors but didn't have the guts to cut it al off. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and sliced off her hair up to her shoulders, trying to get it as neat as possible.
Buffy looked at her reflection and what looked back was something she hadn't seen in a long time. The only thing that reminded her of her self was the make up around her eyes. It was her style these days, wearing the drastic make up. It was faiths idea she's talked her into doing it one day after a fight with a demon left a bruise around her eye. The make up covered the bruise and was how people were doing it in her time.
There were some baby wipes on the cabinet so she took one and wiped away all the blackness. Leaving behind her face, a face that looked just as youthful as the face of the girl she's been thirteen years ago.
She tied her hair up with a bobble and put on a vest top and a pair of shorts. The bed was still made so she turned down the covers and climbed inside.
The minuet younger Buffy had been gone older Buffy had gone to her mothers room just to get one look at her. But the room was empty and after some looking around she found clothes were missing and then she remembered it was around this time her mother had gone to New York on business. That had been her one hope, to be able to really say goodbye to her mom like she couldn't last time. She hung her head and walked past Dawns room, which was filled with boxes and nothing in there that was Dawns. So no mother, no little sister and Angel's evil she was truly alone.
"As soon as this tasks done, I'm so out of here." Buffy said in a sad voice thinking of her family that was waiting for her to return.
And now as she laid in bed sensing Angelus out side her window she smiled and let sleep take her.
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