"Ya Know, if you keep following me like this people will start to talk! Or
I'll need to get a restraining order on you Mr!" Buffy joked trying to hide
the pangs of fear she felt knowing the demon could do to her what it did to
Angel.
The demon continued to stare at Buffy and in his deep masculine voice said, "Now you will die slayer!"
"Been there, done that!" Buffy said and launched herself in the air landing a kick to the demons chest knocking him flying back into a dumpster. He also managed to knock over a near by trashcan creating another loud clatter and this one was joined by a scared cats meow echoing down the alleyway.
The demon got up, leaving a large dint in the dumpster where he'd hit it. He grabbed Buffy by the throat, his glowing green eyes almost hypnotising her and he slapped her hard across her cheek. She stamped hard on his foot, elbowed him in the stomach and then used the heel of her palm to hit him at the base of his nose-or at least where his nose aught to be because the hood masked his face in darkness. He stumbled backwards in pain, through and open door of a nearby warehouse and fell to the floor. Buffy ran to the door, closed it and stuffed a long length of metal piping she'd found lying around through the two handles. She knew the demon would get out sooner rather than later so she ran as fast as she could home. Her mom was in bed so she locked all the windows and doors and went upstairs. Her head was stinging from where the demon hit her. She looked in the mirror and saw a cut on her forehead above her left eye. She dabbed it with some cotton wool and antiseptic she found in the bathroom. That made it sting even more but it would have nearly healed by morning. Slayer strength gave her accelerated healing powers so she'd probably only have a graze by morning. She put a plaster over it to stop it blood staining her pillow.
She didn't fall asleep easily. Tossing and turning. She found it hard to settle but eventually fell asleep.
Buffy was stood in Shady Hill cemetery, the cool evening breeze blowing on her face keeping the intense heat surrounding her at bay-for now at least. Buffy looked down to see a large fire burning in front of her. The dazzling orange and yellow flames illuminating the spot where she stood. It felt familiar-the trees, the bend in the road ahead and the scarce amount of headstones. She gazed deep into the fire, the brilliant colours mesmerised her in the dark of the night. She felt a pain in her head. She reached up to touch it and her fingertips were covered with blood. She felt compelled to hold her hand over the fire feeling it warm against her skin. The blood formed teardrops on the end of her fingertips and they fell into the fire almost as if in slow motion. The roar of the flames grew louder as the tips of them turned to a green-blue colour. Buffy, still gazing into the flames, saw a silhouette appear amongst them. A hooded silhouette she knew all to well was that of the Syrma-Matis demon.
Out of the darkness and shadows Angel approached her. She looked up at him. He slowly walked up to her and he stopped on the opposite of the fire. He held up the amulet, which he dangled on its chain from his hand. He looked up at Buffy and said to her and said, "Aren't you forgetting something?" He swayed the amulet.
"Why am I here?" She asked puzzled.
"You'll figure it out." Angel replied.
Buffy looked back into the raging fire. Suddenly it dawned on her where she was. The familiarity was no longer a riddle. She was stood in the exact spot where Angel had been stabbed only a few nights ago. Buffy blinked, not believing what she'd just witnessed and instead of seeing the blazing flames juxtaposed against the gloomy night, she saw her own bedroom in the early morning light.
The demon continued to stare at Buffy and in his deep masculine voice said, "Now you will die slayer!"
"Been there, done that!" Buffy said and launched herself in the air landing a kick to the demons chest knocking him flying back into a dumpster. He also managed to knock over a near by trashcan creating another loud clatter and this one was joined by a scared cats meow echoing down the alleyway.
The demon got up, leaving a large dint in the dumpster where he'd hit it. He grabbed Buffy by the throat, his glowing green eyes almost hypnotising her and he slapped her hard across her cheek. She stamped hard on his foot, elbowed him in the stomach and then used the heel of her palm to hit him at the base of his nose-or at least where his nose aught to be because the hood masked his face in darkness. He stumbled backwards in pain, through and open door of a nearby warehouse and fell to the floor. Buffy ran to the door, closed it and stuffed a long length of metal piping she'd found lying around through the two handles. She knew the demon would get out sooner rather than later so she ran as fast as she could home. Her mom was in bed so she locked all the windows and doors and went upstairs. Her head was stinging from where the demon hit her. She looked in the mirror and saw a cut on her forehead above her left eye. She dabbed it with some cotton wool and antiseptic she found in the bathroom. That made it sting even more but it would have nearly healed by morning. Slayer strength gave her accelerated healing powers so she'd probably only have a graze by morning. She put a plaster over it to stop it blood staining her pillow.
She didn't fall asleep easily. Tossing and turning. She found it hard to settle but eventually fell asleep.
Buffy was stood in Shady Hill cemetery, the cool evening breeze blowing on her face keeping the intense heat surrounding her at bay-for now at least. Buffy looked down to see a large fire burning in front of her. The dazzling orange and yellow flames illuminating the spot where she stood. It felt familiar-the trees, the bend in the road ahead and the scarce amount of headstones. She gazed deep into the fire, the brilliant colours mesmerised her in the dark of the night. She felt a pain in her head. She reached up to touch it and her fingertips were covered with blood. She felt compelled to hold her hand over the fire feeling it warm against her skin. The blood formed teardrops on the end of her fingertips and they fell into the fire almost as if in slow motion. The roar of the flames grew louder as the tips of them turned to a green-blue colour. Buffy, still gazing into the flames, saw a silhouette appear amongst them. A hooded silhouette she knew all to well was that of the Syrma-Matis demon.
Out of the darkness and shadows Angel approached her. She looked up at him. He slowly walked up to her and he stopped on the opposite of the fire. He held up the amulet, which he dangled on its chain from his hand. He looked up at Buffy and said to her and said, "Aren't you forgetting something?" He swayed the amulet.
"Why am I here?" She asked puzzled.
"You'll figure it out." Angel replied.
Buffy looked back into the raging fire. Suddenly it dawned on her where she was. The familiarity was no longer a riddle. She was stood in the exact spot where Angel had been stabbed only a few nights ago. Buffy blinked, not believing what she'd just witnessed and instead of seeing the blazing flames juxtaposed against the gloomy night, she saw her own bedroom in the early morning light.