Sin.
Set between seasons 6 and 7, just a random story I'm making up as I'm going along, so don't be too harsh!! Here you go then, have a little taster of what's too come, I don't have time to write more tonight.
Taster.. It was dark, which was usual for this time of day one usually termed 'night.' Buffy Summers, however, was not at rest, nor was she tossing and turning in a warm, cosy bed, waiting for Queen Mab to take her off to the dreamland. Buffy Summers was sneaking around, a stake of wood in her hand, a determined look in her eye, for Buffy Summers was the slayer. Not just 'a' slayer, but 'the slayer.' The one with the strength and skills to fight the vampires. With this title she had to pay an enormous price, however, how could she who slays vampires and has to play saviour of the world have a normal life? How could Buffy Anne Summers ever have what constituted to you and me as a normal day, with normal friends and normal occurrences? This is what she couldn't face. It was her destiny, yet she still could not face up to the fact that she would be forever alone, there was a design in the universe, and she was trying to go against it. For almost seven years now she had opportunity to face up to this calling, she had support, she had hindsight, she knew how it worked. However, Buffy Summers just had to be different, she had the friends, the family, the job, the social events, lord, she had might as well run the town, deep down everyone knew she was their saviour. A question her admirers didn't ask: How could such a saint give in to temptation, covert, envy, break every sin, and yet remain pure? Well, my friends, she won't. I'll tell you a little story on our merry way to Sunnydale, California. A story about a girl and some vampires. I can't end it though, oh no, it hasn't ended yet. I'm here to make sure it does.
Set between seasons 6 and 7, just a random story I'm making up as I'm going along, so don't be too harsh!! Here you go then, have a little taster of what's too come, I don't have time to write more tonight.
Taster.. It was dark, which was usual for this time of day one usually termed 'night.' Buffy Summers, however, was not at rest, nor was she tossing and turning in a warm, cosy bed, waiting for Queen Mab to take her off to the dreamland. Buffy Summers was sneaking around, a stake of wood in her hand, a determined look in her eye, for Buffy Summers was the slayer. Not just 'a' slayer, but 'the slayer.' The one with the strength and skills to fight the vampires. With this title she had to pay an enormous price, however, how could she who slays vampires and has to play saviour of the world have a normal life? How could Buffy Anne Summers ever have what constituted to you and me as a normal day, with normal friends and normal occurrences? This is what she couldn't face. It was her destiny, yet she still could not face up to the fact that she would be forever alone, there was a design in the universe, and she was trying to go against it. For almost seven years now she had opportunity to face up to this calling, she had support, she had hindsight, she knew how it worked. However, Buffy Summers just had to be different, she had the friends, the family, the job, the social events, lord, she had might as well run the town, deep down everyone knew she was their saviour. A question her admirers didn't ask: How could such a saint give in to temptation, covert, envy, break every sin, and yet remain pure? Well, my friends, she won't. I'll tell you a little story on our merry way to Sunnydale, California. A story about a girl and some vampires. I can't end it though, oh no, it hasn't ended yet. I'm here to make sure it does.