And once again, I've made a slightly depressing chapter, it all depends on my mood I guess.
Happy Thanksgiving Y'all!!!
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Chapter Thirteen: Why?
"Albus… what is it with me? Why do the powers that be have to screw with everything about me? I couldn't just be a slayer, I had to be one that died twice and still had to keep on fighting. I couldn't just lose everyone, no I had to come here and end up being more of a freak by being able to apparate. No one here likes me and to top it off now I can do wish spells…?" Buffy ranted, her face almost the color of plums.
Throughout her tirade, Dumbledore watched her with an amused expression that slightly fell at the mention of not fitting in. He swore to work that problem out right after figuring out the anomaly that was Buffy Summers.
"Buffy, try and think of this as a gift instead of…"
"…instead of a curse, blah, blah, blah. I've heard this before. How it's my destiny to help people and this is just one more way to do that. But Albus isn't all this weird stuff supposed to happen to Harry, you know the-boy-who-lived?" She looked confused and scared, a look that Albus remembered hearing about from Giles after she was brought back.
"Buffy maybe this isn't what you hoped for, but did you ever think that it wasn't you? I should like you to try wishing for something else."
"Okay, I wish that we were in the potions classroom," She joked and closed her eyes upon saying the last two words.
When she opened her eyes once more… she was still in Dumbledore's office.
"Okay so that was a bust," She sighed and the headmaster too looked disappointed. "I just wish I had one of Giles prophecy books that spelled out exactly what was happening."
Suddenly, feeling a weight in her arms, Buffy looked down to see one of the books that she'd brought from home – one of the books Giles left her.
"Okay I didn't mean I wanted it to have a prophecy about this," the slayer grumbled. "I definitely don't want an apocalypse to come out of this."
"So it seems that you have to really want what you wish for it to happen," Dumbledore surmised quite impressed by her obvious power.
"I have to really want it huh? Well I want Willow and Xander. I want Giles… do you hear me? I want them back! You took them away and I want them back!" Buffy was screaming now with tears pouring from her eyes.
"Buffy…" Albus whispered quite stunned by her outburst and helpless to comfort her.
"Why? Why did it work for this dumb book and not them?" she yelled and threw the book. "Why won't you let me be happy? Why can't I have them?"
Then the slayer, with all her strength, threw herself upon the floor and sobbed…
