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seems like a copy of your just tell me, will ya? And I'll change it if you
want.
For my immortal soul
Prologue 2
BUFFY'S POV
All my life I had been hiding, all my four hundred years of life. I gave up my humanity for my love, for him to be able to live as a human and experience what real life is like, but I also became immortal, sworn to watch over the O'Conner family- Angel's family. I had been working for the Powers That Be since the day that I gave up my mortality, since the moment I took my last breath. I do whatever they tell me to, and my guide is Whistler-well was Whistler, I stooped need a guide around 340 years ago, however he tends to follow me around on some-most of my missions. I don't question the Powers That Be, just like no one questions me, not even the Oracles, I became a higher being around 320 years ago, and not the way Cordelia became one, the PTBs have become good since then and I guess by Wesley's terms "A higher form of a higher being." I'm known around the universe in any form of dimension by lots of names. Angel since then has been reincarnated over and over and each time he dies with grandchildren by his side, and a wife and many children. Though it saddened me at first, just seeing his joy was enough for me, as long as he was happy I was happy. That was the first time he was about to die, after that I no longer went to see him die, sure he was happy but it broke my heart every time. My emotions have gone away, Angel loved someone else and though I love him, I can't have my heart broken all that many times, I don't watch over him anymore, only when the Powers tell me to. That's one of the reasons I never show emotions, the other is that I know he and I can't be together, I know that fate has been set for us to be apart, I Know that if I let my emotions take over I would go to him and tell him, but that would destroy everything. I used to rant a lot now I don't it's a waste of time, no one understands, and I said all that I needed to say in the first 100 years or so, kind of Oz, he never said anything unless he had to, I know pathetic, I still remember people from when I was still a mortal. Actually there isn't anything that I have forgotten, my memory has become supper sharp, my speed, my strength, my vision, my every aspect. I'm still a slayer, but since when I was mortal, there were two of us the line went down, usually finding its self in the reincarnated form of Faith and Kendra. It was funny how everyone I knew was reincarnated every time by the same name. I lived in the dark, and I never slept or ate, it was not needed, and since I am not a vampire I don't need to kill my time. Now I'm walking in an alley, dressed all in black, the Powers have called to me and I make my way there.
************ THE POWERS**************
"She is grieving" says the woman basked in light, looking down at the woman, she has come to know as a great servant and friend.
"Yes" Said the man, in the same form, thinking the same thing of the heart broken immortal.
"It is time for us to bring them together, fate has taken it's place, he becomes the demon hunter, and the last apocalypse is under way, only she can destroy it, but only if he is with her." Said the third form, also known as Fate or Destiny.
"Well then" Said the first woman "let's get to work."
TBC I'll need ten reviews to continue, so R&R.
For my immortal soul
Prologue 2
BUFFY'S POV
All my life I had been hiding, all my four hundred years of life. I gave up my humanity for my love, for him to be able to live as a human and experience what real life is like, but I also became immortal, sworn to watch over the O'Conner family- Angel's family. I had been working for the Powers That Be since the day that I gave up my mortality, since the moment I took my last breath. I do whatever they tell me to, and my guide is Whistler-well was Whistler, I stooped need a guide around 340 years ago, however he tends to follow me around on some-most of my missions. I don't question the Powers That Be, just like no one questions me, not even the Oracles, I became a higher being around 320 years ago, and not the way Cordelia became one, the PTBs have become good since then and I guess by Wesley's terms "A higher form of a higher being." I'm known around the universe in any form of dimension by lots of names. Angel since then has been reincarnated over and over and each time he dies with grandchildren by his side, and a wife and many children. Though it saddened me at first, just seeing his joy was enough for me, as long as he was happy I was happy. That was the first time he was about to die, after that I no longer went to see him die, sure he was happy but it broke my heart every time. My emotions have gone away, Angel loved someone else and though I love him, I can't have my heart broken all that many times, I don't watch over him anymore, only when the Powers tell me to. That's one of the reasons I never show emotions, the other is that I know he and I can't be together, I know that fate has been set for us to be apart, I Know that if I let my emotions take over I would go to him and tell him, but that would destroy everything. I used to rant a lot now I don't it's a waste of time, no one understands, and I said all that I needed to say in the first 100 years or so, kind of Oz, he never said anything unless he had to, I know pathetic, I still remember people from when I was still a mortal. Actually there isn't anything that I have forgotten, my memory has become supper sharp, my speed, my strength, my vision, my every aspect. I'm still a slayer, but since when I was mortal, there were two of us the line went down, usually finding its self in the reincarnated form of Faith and Kendra. It was funny how everyone I knew was reincarnated every time by the same name. I lived in the dark, and I never slept or ate, it was not needed, and since I am not a vampire I don't need to kill my time. Now I'm walking in an alley, dressed all in black, the Powers have called to me and I make my way there.
************ THE POWERS**************
"She is grieving" says the woman basked in light, looking down at the woman, she has come to know as a great servant and friend.
"Yes" Said the man, in the same form, thinking the same thing of the heart broken immortal.
"It is time for us to bring them together, fate has taken it's place, he becomes the demon hunter, and the last apocalypse is under way, only she can destroy it, but only if he is with her." Said the third form, also known as Fate or Destiny.
"Well then" Said the first woman "let's get to work."
TBC I'll need ten reviews to continue, so R&R.