A/N: Thanks to Mariann, my beta. She rocks muchly. I've mostly rewritten
this part, cause quite frankly, the first version kinda sucked. I just
didn't know what to do with it, I suppose. Anyway, if this seems off some
how, let me know and I'll do my best to fix it. Any feedback is
appreciated, and longed for. It makes me want to write.
This chapter is dedicated to Scarred, ScreamFire and Spikeaholic101 for their reviews. You guys have totally made me love this story again. Please keep up the reviews, cause every time you review, I get the urge to post another chapter. Thanks for reading.
June 2, 1997
I hate being the Slayer. I hate being the one girl in all the world with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires and stop the spread of their evil...and you know why? Because that's a good way to end up dead. I'm almost afraid to write the next sentence. If I write it, it'll be real. I don't think I could handle it, then, if it was real. Giles found this prophecy, courtesy of Angel, and it was about me. I remember overhearing them in the library. I was so excited that Angel was there, I hadn't seen him in weeks, so I moved closer so I could hear what they were saying. God, I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd never heard of vampires and slayers and watchers. I wish that this whole night had just been a figment of my vivid imagination. I wish. It wasn't, and as hard as I pray, it never will be. Tonight, as predicted, I faced the Master as he rose up to take over Sunnydale. Tonight, as predicted, the Master killed me.
I got lucky, I guess. Xander and Angel figured out that I had gone to face the Master, in spite of the prophecy, and Xander did CPR to bring me back to life. For a minute or two, though, I was dead. Despite my dying, I was able to stop the Master. I kicked his ass, and then staked him good. I made him pay for killing me. After it was over, we all stopped by the prom for a celebratory dance. Angel complimented me on my dress, and we even got to dance a little. Maybe he'll come around. Maybe he'll admit he cares about me. Maybe I won't die again, anytime soon. Maybe.
This chapter is dedicated to Scarred, ScreamFire and Spikeaholic101 for their reviews. You guys have totally made me love this story again. Please keep up the reviews, cause every time you review, I get the urge to post another chapter. Thanks for reading.
June 2, 1997
I hate being the Slayer. I hate being the one girl in all the world with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires and stop the spread of their evil...and you know why? Because that's a good way to end up dead. I'm almost afraid to write the next sentence. If I write it, it'll be real. I don't think I could handle it, then, if it was real. Giles found this prophecy, courtesy of Angel, and it was about me. I remember overhearing them in the library. I was so excited that Angel was there, I hadn't seen him in weeks, so I moved closer so I could hear what they were saying. God, I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd never heard of vampires and slayers and watchers. I wish that this whole night had just been a figment of my vivid imagination. I wish. It wasn't, and as hard as I pray, it never will be. Tonight, as predicted, I faced the Master as he rose up to take over Sunnydale. Tonight, as predicted, the Master killed me.
I got lucky, I guess. Xander and Angel figured out that I had gone to face the Master, in spite of the prophecy, and Xander did CPR to bring me back to life. For a minute or two, though, I was dead. Despite my dying, I was able to stop the Master. I kicked his ass, and then staked him good. I made him pay for killing me. After it was over, we all stopped by the prom for a celebratory dance. Angel complimented me on my dress, and we even got to dance a little. Maybe he'll come around. Maybe he'll admit he cares about me. Maybe I won't die again, anytime soon. Maybe.