Memories Raised from the Dead
Disclaimer: I own none of this characters except for Chastity. Reviews: Please review!
Part One: Remembrance Sometimes, while Oz is asleep, I stay awake and reflect on my life, namely my life while Buffy was around. I remember her carefree way of life, but that didn't last long. Her optimistic manner completely disappeared after her seventeenth birthday. I watched Buffy's face while Angelus held me hostage, as he mocked their one night of pure happiness. I saw the innocence and happiness that had once radiated from her like light from the sun disappear.
Several months later, part of Buffy's spirit returned to her. But while she lacked that fire that made her Buffy, she wasn't Buffy: to everyone around her, she seemed like the hollow shell of a person to whom we had once looked to when we needed to be cheered up. As Xander once put it, "She lost the Buffyness that makes her Buffy." I guess that one, made-up word is the only one that could ever accurately describe her spirit: Buffyness.
In time, Angel returned, but I believe that everyone knew that Angel returning to Buffy only made the pain worse for her. I try to put myself in her shoes, to imagine how I would feel if knew that I could never be with Oz. Their reunion didn't last long: Angel left after Graduation. In some ways, it was the best thing that he could've done. But in another way, he might as well have just shoved a sword into her heart. One time, during that summer after Graduation, Buffy concluded, in her own words, "When Angel left, I felt like he had taken my heart with him." And he did. At first I was mad at him for doing this right after one of the most traumatic events of Buffy's short life: Graduation.
Now there's a topic that certainly bothered her. It was among several. But this time, one of the people that was supposed to fight the evil joined them. It wasn't like most times, this was something that struck very near Buffy's heart, I believe. Faith Micohen, the Slayer called after Kendra, came to town. She was extreme, and this intrigued us Slayerettes. We practically ignored Buffy for the first few days that Faith was in town. Soon, though, we found Faith too radical. Then we began to ignore Faith. I've come to this conclusion, however discriminatory it may be: Slayers are naturally very mentally unstable. Faith joined the Mayor's side after killing Mayor Wilkins's secretary. Two days before Graduation, Faith shot Angel with a poisoned arrow. The only cure for it was for Angel to drink the blood of a Slayer. So, Buffy went after Faith. Following a battle in which Buffy stabbed Faith in the gut and Faith jumped off her apartment roof, Buffy forced Angel to drink her blood, thus saving Angel from death. She almost lost her life because Angel lost control, but she lived. Two days later, Buffy and the school beat the mayor. The Mayor is now ashes at the old Sunnydale High School. Angel left right after the battle. He didn't even say goodbye.
Tragedy continually followed Buffy for as long as we knew her. Birthdays were almost never kind to Buffy. When she turned 17, Angel lost his soul. On her eighteenth birthday, Giles was forced to render Buffy helpless as any normal mortal, and pit her against a deranged vampire. Her nineteenth birthday was pretty much the only one that was pleasant for her. The next year, Buffy was lying flat on a hospital bed, in a coma. Buffy had been out on a date with Riley for New Year's Eve, and their car had been struck by a drunk driver. By the time the police got there, Riley had fled the scene, and Buffy was unconscious in the passenger seat. We all assume now that Riley had struck another car, but we've never found him. Buffy refused to speak about it. Her twenty-first birthday was meant to be the most amazing: I restored Angel's humanity. Her happiness, however, was cut off by her mother's untimely death from a heart attack. That was the last one that we celebrated with her.
Most of the time, I feel cheated, by fate, by life, perhaps even by Buffy. Most of all, I feel deprived of my best friend. Buffy had one of the most kindred souls that the world will ever know, and I was only given five years to know her. I envy her father: Mr. Summers was given twenty-one years with her. I know most of us feel the same. I remember how many, many times she took a blow for me. Once, during the fall of our Sophomore year of college, Buffy shoved me out of the path of a moving car. She was confined to a wheelchair for three weeks with a broken leg and some cracked ribs. The doctors say that it was remarkable that she had not been killed: the car had been going 45 mph.
Now we get to her disappearance. That part's always the hardest to remember. Ensuing her mother's death, Buffy managed to continue her optimistic outlook. She and Angel got married, and had a baby girl, who Angel named Chastity. Then one day, Buffy and Chastity just disappeared. Chastity turned up in the arms of a girl whom Buffy had once helped, one whose past names included Chanterelle, Lily, and, finally, Anne. Anne simply showed up on Giles's front door, handed the baby to Giles, and left. We were having a conference on what might have happened. Giles immediately knew who the child was, and gave her to Angel. We never saw Anne again.
Disclaimer: I own none of this characters except for Chastity. Reviews: Please review!
Part One: Remembrance Sometimes, while Oz is asleep, I stay awake and reflect on my life, namely my life while Buffy was around. I remember her carefree way of life, but that didn't last long. Her optimistic manner completely disappeared after her seventeenth birthday. I watched Buffy's face while Angelus held me hostage, as he mocked their one night of pure happiness. I saw the innocence and happiness that had once radiated from her like light from the sun disappear.
Several months later, part of Buffy's spirit returned to her. But while she lacked that fire that made her Buffy, she wasn't Buffy: to everyone around her, she seemed like the hollow shell of a person to whom we had once looked to when we needed to be cheered up. As Xander once put it, "She lost the Buffyness that makes her Buffy." I guess that one, made-up word is the only one that could ever accurately describe her spirit: Buffyness.
In time, Angel returned, but I believe that everyone knew that Angel returning to Buffy only made the pain worse for her. I try to put myself in her shoes, to imagine how I would feel if knew that I could never be with Oz. Their reunion didn't last long: Angel left after Graduation. In some ways, it was the best thing that he could've done. But in another way, he might as well have just shoved a sword into her heart. One time, during that summer after Graduation, Buffy concluded, in her own words, "When Angel left, I felt like he had taken my heart with him." And he did. At first I was mad at him for doing this right after one of the most traumatic events of Buffy's short life: Graduation.
Now there's a topic that certainly bothered her. It was among several. But this time, one of the people that was supposed to fight the evil joined them. It wasn't like most times, this was something that struck very near Buffy's heart, I believe. Faith Micohen, the Slayer called after Kendra, came to town. She was extreme, and this intrigued us Slayerettes. We practically ignored Buffy for the first few days that Faith was in town. Soon, though, we found Faith too radical. Then we began to ignore Faith. I've come to this conclusion, however discriminatory it may be: Slayers are naturally very mentally unstable. Faith joined the Mayor's side after killing Mayor Wilkins's secretary. Two days before Graduation, Faith shot Angel with a poisoned arrow. The only cure for it was for Angel to drink the blood of a Slayer. So, Buffy went after Faith. Following a battle in which Buffy stabbed Faith in the gut and Faith jumped off her apartment roof, Buffy forced Angel to drink her blood, thus saving Angel from death. She almost lost her life because Angel lost control, but she lived. Two days later, Buffy and the school beat the mayor. The Mayor is now ashes at the old Sunnydale High School. Angel left right after the battle. He didn't even say goodbye.
Tragedy continually followed Buffy for as long as we knew her. Birthdays were almost never kind to Buffy. When she turned 17, Angel lost his soul. On her eighteenth birthday, Giles was forced to render Buffy helpless as any normal mortal, and pit her against a deranged vampire. Her nineteenth birthday was pretty much the only one that was pleasant for her. The next year, Buffy was lying flat on a hospital bed, in a coma. Buffy had been out on a date with Riley for New Year's Eve, and their car had been struck by a drunk driver. By the time the police got there, Riley had fled the scene, and Buffy was unconscious in the passenger seat. We all assume now that Riley had struck another car, but we've never found him. Buffy refused to speak about it. Her twenty-first birthday was meant to be the most amazing: I restored Angel's humanity. Her happiness, however, was cut off by her mother's untimely death from a heart attack. That was the last one that we celebrated with her.
Most of the time, I feel cheated, by fate, by life, perhaps even by Buffy. Most of all, I feel deprived of my best friend. Buffy had one of the most kindred souls that the world will ever know, and I was only given five years to know her. I envy her father: Mr. Summers was given twenty-one years with her. I know most of us feel the same. I remember how many, many times she took a blow for me. Once, during the fall of our Sophomore year of college, Buffy shoved me out of the path of a moving car. She was confined to a wheelchair for three weeks with a broken leg and some cracked ribs. The doctors say that it was remarkable that she had not been killed: the car had been going 45 mph.
Now we get to her disappearance. That part's always the hardest to remember. Ensuing her mother's death, Buffy managed to continue her optimistic outlook. She and Angel got married, and had a baby girl, who Angel named Chastity. Then one day, Buffy and Chastity just disappeared. Chastity turned up in the arms of a girl whom Buffy had once helped, one whose past names included Chanterelle, Lily, and, finally, Anne. Anne simply showed up on Giles's front door, handed the baby to Giles, and left. We were having a conference on what might have happened. Giles immediately knew who the child was, and gave her to Angel. We never saw Anne again.
