AN: Spike is looking for the Slayer, but the one he is really looking for
wants to be on her own. Nobody understands.
The Choice: Chapter 11
Sunnydale
Buffy walked to the cemetery on her own. They were all so friendly that she wanted to throw up. They all thought she had become some fragile puppet after coming back from the dead. And Angel. . . He used to treat her like an equal, but now he talked to her as to a small child that needed comfort. She was getting crazy.
"Buffy!"
She looked around for the voice and found Willow on the far side of the cemetery. Her friend had worked her magic to bring Buffy back to the living. She felt guilty and almost never let Buffy out of her sight. She and Angel made turns.
"Hi Willow."
"What are you up to?"
Buffy gave a look that stated the obvious.
"Okay, that was stupid. Are you doing anything later?"
"No. Will, you know I don't like it when you're out by yourself at this hour."
"My magic is enough to scare demons off. Erm. . . Buffy?"
"Yeah?"
"What did you do to Angel?"
"How do you mean?"
"He's brooding much more than normal. You know he only wants the best for you."
"Yeah, and you know what?"
She turned around so she could look Willow in the eyes.
"He doesn't know what's best for me and neither does anyone of you. You are a good friend, but you have to stop looking after me like a kid. I can handle myself."
"But Buffy. . ."
"Bye Will."
She walked on between the tombstones, not looking back. She needed the silence and nothingness of the cemetery. It helped her remember a certain part of the afterlife. Afterwards it left her feeling numb, even worse than normal, but she didn't care about that.
In the older part she felt a pull towards a crypt. Vampires! She didn't bother to knock and kicked down the door.
"Slayer!"
"Great, no introductions." She smiled.
"You were dead."
"Hm well, guess again."
She staked the two closest to her and let the leader come to her. He didn't waste any time and attacked. She blocked his fists and elbowed him in the stomach. He doubled over and she could easily stake him.
Normally she never looked back after she killed. Giles was the one that looked after the prophecies. Sometimes she found something big herself, but it didn't happen much anymore. But tonight, something was wrong. This crypt was familiar, but she was sure she had never been there.
She sat there for a few minutes and for the first time in months she felt. . . something. It was sad, a sort of pain, a loss. But it had nothing to do with her mum, or even with her own death. . . At the same time it was comforting, like the crypt itself opened his arms and embraced her. Maybe she had found her place, where she could be alone and still feel the comfort.
The Choice: Chapter 11
Sunnydale
Buffy walked to the cemetery on her own. They were all so friendly that she wanted to throw up. They all thought she had become some fragile puppet after coming back from the dead. And Angel. . . He used to treat her like an equal, but now he talked to her as to a small child that needed comfort. She was getting crazy.
"Buffy!"
She looked around for the voice and found Willow on the far side of the cemetery. Her friend had worked her magic to bring Buffy back to the living. She felt guilty and almost never let Buffy out of her sight. She and Angel made turns.
"Hi Willow."
"What are you up to?"
Buffy gave a look that stated the obvious.
"Okay, that was stupid. Are you doing anything later?"
"No. Will, you know I don't like it when you're out by yourself at this hour."
"My magic is enough to scare demons off. Erm. . . Buffy?"
"Yeah?"
"What did you do to Angel?"
"How do you mean?"
"He's brooding much more than normal. You know he only wants the best for you."
"Yeah, and you know what?"
She turned around so she could look Willow in the eyes.
"He doesn't know what's best for me and neither does anyone of you. You are a good friend, but you have to stop looking after me like a kid. I can handle myself."
"But Buffy. . ."
"Bye Will."
She walked on between the tombstones, not looking back. She needed the silence and nothingness of the cemetery. It helped her remember a certain part of the afterlife. Afterwards it left her feeling numb, even worse than normal, but she didn't care about that.
In the older part she felt a pull towards a crypt. Vampires! She didn't bother to knock and kicked down the door.
"Slayer!"
"Great, no introductions." She smiled.
"You were dead."
"Hm well, guess again."
She staked the two closest to her and let the leader come to her. He didn't waste any time and attacked. She blocked his fists and elbowed him in the stomach. He doubled over and she could easily stake him.
Normally she never looked back after she killed. Giles was the one that looked after the prophecies. Sometimes she found something big herself, but it didn't happen much anymore. But tonight, something was wrong. This crypt was familiar, but she was sure she had never been there.
She sat there for a few minutes and for the first time in months she felt. . . something. It was sad, a sort of pain, a loss. But it had nothing to do with her mum, or even with her own death. . . At the same time it was comforting, like the crypt itself opened his arms and embraced her. Maybe she had found her place, where she could be alone and still feel the comfort.