Chapter 2~
Buffy's clogs clacked as she caught up to a group of girls in the high school.
"Hey Ashley," Buffy said perkily. With her back turned, the brunette named Ashley rolled her eyes.
"Hi Buffy." There was a note of dryness in her voice.
"Watcha doin'?" Buffy said, trying to be one in the group.
"I'm tired of this!" a blonde shouted, "Buffy, I am tired of pretending I like you! You are a weird, violence-prone, FREAK! And isn't it cute, you're dating a freak! And I don't want to hang with freaks!" Buffy wasn't surprised, but the words stung. She'd been friends with Laura (the blonde) since they were little kids.
"Fine, if you're so unhappy with me here, I'll leave." She stomped away. Buffy was actually supposed to be in her period 3 science class, but she skipped, to sit by herself. Buffy sat at the top of the high school's stairs. She looked around herself, checking that no one was around. Then, she let go. She cried, tears hitting the cement, warmed by the sun. Buffy wiped away the water and running mascara from her cheeks. She held her knees to her chest, and just rocked herself. Her whole world had fallen out from under her. She'd lost her friends, parents, Watcher (who was like a third parent). And now that that world was gone, she was left in a world where she had to fight for her life and the lives of thousands everyday. In this world, her only escape was Pike, he was the only thing that made her happy anymore. Buffy then stood up, and walked inside to do her makeup again.
Angel frowned. He had watched Buffy cry on the steps from his spray-painted car. She would never be happy anymore. Everything she valued was gone.
"HAHAHAHA!!!" a vampire boomed. He laughed heartily. He had also watched the Slayer cry, but not in person, but from a tape recorder hidden in the surroundings of the school. "The Slayer is in pain! It is a happy day for demon-kind! She will be weak for a long time off! We must assemble demons and attack soon! This is our chance for taking the Slayer's life!" This vampire was like no others of this time. Only alive for eighty years, Miar, the vampire, was cleverer than most vampires. He had drive and was obsessed with the Slayer. That was a lethal combination. "Sir, how long do we have?" A vampire henchman had stood up among the army. "A week and a half! So go! Gather all who will come, kill those who don't!" Miar yelled. The army ran out eagerly. Miar raked his hands through his sandy brown hair. This was his one chance to kill the Slayer. And if he failed, there would be literally Hell to pay.
Buffy's clogs clacked as she caught up to a group of girls in the high school.
"Hey Ashley," Buffy said perkily. With her back turned, the brunette named Ashley rolled her eyes.
"Hi Buffy." There was a note of dryness in her voice.
"Watcha doin'?" Buffy said, trying to be one in the group.
"I'm tired of this!" a blonde shouted, "Buffy, I am tired of pretending I like you! You are a weird, violence-prone, FREAK! And isn't it cute, you're dating a freak! And I don't want to hang with freaks!" Buffy wasn't surprised, but the words stung. She'd been friends with Laura (the blonde) since they were little kids.
"Fine, if you're so unhappy with me here, I'll leave." She stomped away. Buffy was actually supposed to be in her period 3 science class, but she skipped, to sit by herself. Buffy sat at the top of the high school's stairs. She looked around herself, checking that no one was around. Then, she let go. She cried, tears hitting the cement, warmed by the sun. Buffy wiped away the water and running mascara from her cheeks. She held her knees to her chest, and just rocked herself. Her whole world had fallen out from under her. She'd lost her friends, parents, Watcher (who was like a third parent). And now that that world was gone, she was left in a world where she had to fight for her life and the lives of thousands everyday. In this world, her only escape was Pike, he was the only thing that made her happy anymore. Buffy then stood up, and walked inside to do her makeup again.
Angel frowned. He had watched Buffy cry on the steps from his spray-painted car. She would never be happy anymore. Everything she valued was gone.
"HAHAHAHA!!!" a vampire boomed. He laughed heartily. He had also watched the Slayer cry, but not in person, but from a tape recorder hidden in the surroundings of the school. "The Slayer is in pain! It is a happy day for demon-kind! She will be weak for a long time off! We must assemble demons and attack soon! This is our chance for taking the Slayer's life!" This vampire was like no others of this time. Only alive for eighty years, Miar, the vampire, was cleverer than most vampires. He had drive and was obsessed with the Slayer. That was a lethal combination. "Sir, how long do we have?" A vampire henchman had stood up among the army. "A week and a half! So go! Gather all who will come, kill those who don't!" Miar yelled. The army ran out eagerly. Miar raked his hands through his sandy brown hair. This was his one chance to kill the Slayer. And if he failed, there would be literally Hell to pay.