This is the same night as Buffy got thrown into the portal... Mmm k?
Buffy swallowed down another shot handed to her by her friends at the table. They were partying, as usual, and having a good time. Buffy always found the need to party after dusting vampires, or, you know, saving her Watcher from big ugly demons.
"Kiss?" Buffy said, leaning towards Spike and kissing him. She pulled away and smiled, before turning back to the table. "Oh... I feel like I'm gonna..."
"Take her outside Spike," Trevor, one of their friends, said. "No one wants barf all over the place."
Spike stood up, reaching out to take his girlfriend by the arm, but Buffy swatted him away.
"No. No, I can do it myself. You. You stay here and... And have some fun. Party all night long," Buffy said, standing as well. "I can handle my own."
"I don't want to leave you..."
"Spike. I said stay. Stay boy. I'll see you tomorrow in school. And we can make up for lost time tonight," Buffy said, kissing him.
"Mmm. Can't wait luv."
Buffy smiled, before the sick feeling came over her again. She covered her mouth and ran out of the club. She turned the corner to the alley, and threw up.
"That's what a non-stop week of drinking will do to you..." she mumbled, as she straightened up and wiped her mouth. "Uggh, yuck."
She stumbled towards the cemetery, deciding the shortest way home was the best. Even if it wasn't the safest in her state.
She could feel someone, something, following her, and stopped. She was about to fall forward when she felt herself fall into someone's arms. Looking up, she locked eyes with a familiar pair of brown ones.
"Oh God... Not you," she said, regaining her balance. "Angel, fuck off."
Angel was a souled vampire that hung around Los Angeles, watching over the Slayer. She didn't know that however, she thought he was just there to annoy the hell out of her. Either way, she still hated him.
"Buffy, let me help you home."
"I don't need your help," she said, swatting away his arm. She stumbled past him, but he followed. "Go away."
"There are a few demons opening a portal here. I thought I'd tell you and we could go handle it. But you're in no shape to..."
"Don't tell me what shape I'm in!" Buffy yelled. "Lead the way."
Angel hesitated a minute, but began to walk.
After a few minutes of walking no wheres, Buffy started to realize that they were headed towards the end of the cemetery.
"This is bull shit, I'm going," she said.
"Buffy, no," he said, grabbing her arm. She turned around to hit him, but missed without him even moving. "You're here now. And letting you run off would be..."
"Not your thing... Yeah, I know. You've got a soul. Big woop. So do I," she said, freeing herself. "I don't see any demons."
"That's because you aren't looking in the right place," he said, pulling back a tree.
Four demons sat in a circle, chanting something in another language. A green portal was beginning to form in the center, and Buffy started to laugh at it, getting their attention.
"Oops..." she said. "Oh, shit."
Angel stepped forward and began to fight the demons that came after Buffy. But he missed the one sneaking up behind her. It grabbed her around the waist, lifting her up. She found this funny, until she realized where it was taking her.
"Put me down you big ugly demon!" she yelled, kicking at him, but he wasn't in her reach.
"Throw the Slayer in," the demon leader said from the ground. "The ritual will then be complete."
As the demon neared the portal, Buffy began to bring her head up, to connect it with his, which would free her, but she was too slow, and found herself falling...
Buffy woke up to the sound of an alarm clock. Swatting to the side where her bedside table used to be, she found herself swatting air.
"What the..." Buffy said, opening her eyes. She looked over, and saw nothing there... "Wait a second, this isn't my room... Where the hell am I? Mom!!"
A few seconds later, the door opened, and Joyce came running in. She quickly walked over the other side of Buffy's bed and turned the alarm off. Buffy stared at her in confusion as she did so.
"Mom... Where the hell are we?"
"Watch your mouth young lady," Joyce said.
"My mouth? You swear as much as I do!"
"Buffy Anne Summers. What has gotten into you?" she asked.
"Well... What... Where are we?"
"Honey, are you alright? You're in your room... The same one you've had for seven years now... In Sunnydale... Did you have a nightmare?" Joyce said, and shook her head. "Well, time to get up. I'll drive you to school. But, you have to be ready at eight, cause I need to go into work early."
Buffy watched in horror as her mother left.
"Did I have a nightmare? More like am I having a nightmare?"
Buffy swallowed down another shot handed to her by her friends at the table. They were partying, as usual, and having a good time. Buffy always found the need to party after dusting vampires, or, you know, saving her Watcher from big ugly demons.
"Kiss?" Buffy said, leaning towards Spike and kissing him. She pulled away and smiled, before turning back to the table. "Oh... I feel like I'm gonna..."
"Take her outside Spike," Trevor, one of their friends, said. "No one wants barf all over the place."
Spike stood up, reaching out to take his girlfriend by the arm, but Buffy swatted him away.
"No. No, I can do it myself. You. You stay here and... And have some fun. Party all night long," Buffy said, standing as well. "I can handle my own."
"I don't want to leave you..."
"Spike. I said stay. Stay boy. I'll see you tomorrow in school. And we can make up for lost time tonight," Buffy said, kissing him.
"Mmm. Can't wait luv."
Buffy smiled, before the sick feeling came over her again. She covered her mouth and ran out of the club. She turned the corner to the alley, and threw up.
"That's what a non-stop week of drinking will do to you..." she mumbled, as she straightened up and wiped her mouth. "Uggh, yuck."
She stumbled towards the cemetery, deciding the shortest way home was the best. Even if it wasn't the safest in her state.
She could feel someone, something, following her, and stopped. She was about to fall forward when she felt herself fall into someone's arms. Looking up, she locked eyes with a familiar pair of brown ones.
"Oh God... Not you," she said, regaining her balance. "Angel, fuck off."
Angel was a souled vampire that hung around Los Angeles, watching over the Slayer. She didn't know that however, she thought he was just there to annoy the hell out of her. Either way, she still hated him.
"Buffy, let me help you home."
"I don't need your help," she said, swatting away his arm. She stumbled past him, but he followed. "Go away."
"There are a few demons opening a portal here. I thought I'd tell you and we could go handle it. But you're in no shape to..."
"Don't tell me what shape I'm in!" Buffy yelled. "Lead the way."
Angel hesitated a minute, but began to walk.
After a few minutes of walking no wheres, Buffy started to realize that they were headed towards the end of the cemetery.
"This is bull shit, I'm going," she said.
"Buffy, no," he said, grabbing her arm. She turned around to hit him, but missed without him even moving. "You're here now. And letting you run off would be..."
"Not your thing... Yeah, I know. You've got a soul. Big woop. So do I," she said, freeing herself. "I don't see any demons."
"That's because you aren't looking in the right place," he said, pulling back a tree.
Four demons sat in a circle, chanting something in another language. A green portal was beginning to form in the center, and Buffy started to laugh at it, getting their attention.
"Oops..." she said. "Oh, shit."
Angel stepped forward and began to fight the demons that came after Buffy. But he missed the one sneaking up behind her. It grabbed her around the waist, lifting her up. She found this funny, until she realized where it was taking her.
"Put me down you big ugly demon!" she yelled, kicking at him, but he wasn't in her reach.
"Throw the Slayer in," the demon leader said from the ground. "The ritual will then be complete."
As the demon neared the portal, Buffy began to bring her head up, to connect it with his, which would free her, but she was too slow, and found herself falling...
Buffy woke up to the sound of an alarm clock. Swatting to the side where her bedside table used to be, she found herself swatting air.
"What the..." Buffy said, opening her eyes. She looked over, and saw nothing there... "Wait a second, this isn't my room... Where the hell am I? Mom!!"
A few seconds later, the door opened, and Joyce came running in. She quickly walked over the other side of Buffy's bed and turned the alarm off. Buffy stared at her in confusion as she did so.
"Mom... Where the hell are we?"
"Watch your mouth young lady," Joyce said.
"My mouth? You swear as much as I do!"
"Buffy Anne Summers. What has gotten into you?" she asked.
"Well... What... Where are we?"
"Honey, are you alright? You're in your room... The same one you've had for seven years now... In Sunnydale... Did you have a nightmare?" Joyce said, and shook her head. "Well, time to get up. I'll drive you to school. But, you have to be ready at eight, cause I need to go into work early."
Buffy watched in horror as her mother left.
"Did I have a nightmare? More like am I having a nightmare?"