Chapter Two

I sat cross-legged, leaning against one of the many cold, gray tombstones that made up Sunny Dale's biggest (of the seven) cemetery. Buffy sat across from me and Giles stood talking to the both of us about some slaying theory thing. I wasn't really listening and by the looks Buffy wasn't either. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift...

I was running down a alleyway. It was cold and raining. I got to a split and didn't know which way to go. I heard a scream and ran left. I neared the end and there I saw it. Cameron was facing me and a vampire was standing behind him, feeding out of his neck. She looked up at me and dug in further.

Cameron gave a scream of pain, his eyes looking into mine, pleading to help him. My love. I broke out of my state of shock and ran the last sixty meters to the pair. The vampire took her fangs out of Cameron's neck and let him fall to the ground. I rushed there forgetting about the vampire and dropped down beside him. His eyes looked blankly back up at me and I then knew. He was dead. I cried out and hugged his corpse tightly...

I woke up and looked around. We were in a cemetery. It all came back to me, Giles talking, the dream. No it wasn't a dream it was the past. I came here fleeing from the past. I wasn't going to revisit in my dreams. I shook my head, trying to get rid of the image of Cameron's dead body when I noticed Buffy and Giles both watching me.

"S-Sorry" I stammered, "long day."

Giles sighed and looked at his watch. "Well it's nearly midnight and you have had to go through a time difference coming from London." He stated looking down at me, "I wanted to see you both slay a bit but I guess you two can go home." He sighed again and polish his glasses with the front of his crinkled shirt.

Buffy got up and hugged Giles, smiling brightly. "Gotta love ya Giles," She said turning to me, "come on."

I got slowly up, still slightly shaken from the dream and followed Buffy toward her home with Giles walking home in the opposite direction. Buffy broke the silence.

"Want to talk about you dream." She asked softly.

"How do you know I was dreaming?" I answered in a question.

She smiled and sighed, "You looked pretty freaked out while you were snoozing," She said simply, "Anyway I've had enough of my own." She looked down for a moment. Obviously I had unearthed a sore memory.

"Nah. I'll be okay." I lied. It was true that dream had freaked me out. I thought I had healed in the past year since he died but I guess time doesn't heal all wounds. We once again walked in silence until we reached Buffy's letterbox and she put a hand on my shoulder to stop me.

"We've been at Willow's," she said mentioning her red haired friend I had met that morning. I nodded and we continued inside. So her parents didn't know about her being a slayer.

My parents don't know either. But that's different my parents are dead. They died in a car accident when I was three. It hit me then: I didn't have anyone. No parents, no real friends, no other family. I don't even have a Watcher for mine went mad and was sent to a mental asylum.

We both walked straight up the stairs and at the top we separated, both in deep thoughts about our past. What is so bad in Buffy's past? I wondered. I walked into the Summer's guest bedroom and absently got changed and fell into bed. Sleep cam instantly.

I was walking though a field. The sun was blazing down upon me and a gentle breeze played my short, feathery hair against my face. I laughed at the tickling sensation. I was calm.

My surrounds changed. I was in a small room my Watcher was facing me. I smiled we had always got along well for she was only in her early twenties. Her expression was happy then in a moment it was mad, she was out of her mind. She started toward me yelling at the top of her voice that I didn't deserve to be loved and I was awful.

She came right up to me still yelling and I pushed her away, crying and fled from the room right into Cameron...

I woke up breathing hard, tears coming to me eyes thinking about all I had lost. I couldn't go on this way I decided I had to stop thinking about the past. But I couldn't it kept thinking of me.

Reviews please. I'm not sure about this chapter. What do you think? Sorry about not writing but I haven't been home the last three days. :)