Buffy awoke to new surroundings.She blinked as she looked around the house. She still couldn't believe that Sunnydale was gone.
Spike was gone. And it took him to die to realise how much she actually cared about him, and loved him. But it was too late,
he was never coming back. She had to accept that. Everyday she would tell herself " He was a vampire, a monster,it wouldn't
have worked out!" But deep down she knew, he was more than that, and he saved her, and the people in Sunnydale. And now, every
girl could be a slayer, it wasn't just Buffy. And Buffy was happy knowing that she could be a normal girl again, and live
her life, not having the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Buffy got dressed and walked downstairs, into her new living room. Buffy had moved in with Xander, whilst Dawn went to live with Willow
for a while. Buffy stepped into the kitchen, and saw Xander making pancakes. "Hey, Buff!" he greeted her. "Want some pancakes?" Xander asked.
"Er no I'm good, thanks." Buffy replied.
"Oh, that reminds me, erm, I got a pancake stuck on the roof,sorry" Xander told her
"ha ha we just moved here, and already you're making it messy" Buffy laughed.
"Yeah, Anya used to say things like that.." he said, in a depressing voice.
"I'm sorry she's gone, but she was very brave, and she still loved you, I know she did." Buffy reassured him.
"Thanks Buffy."
"Well I've got to go to work, I'll see you around five." Xander kissed Buffy on the cheek and headed out the door. Buffy went and sat down in her chair. She was so bored. It was much different living in New York, than Sunnydale. There was no dull, vampire- lurking cemeteries or demons, it was a busy place. She loved not having to be 'the chosen one' anymore but sometimes felt she was here for no reason, than to slay. She kept thinking she was on patrol every night, but she couldn't do it anymore. She was a regular, normal human being again. And she couldn't remember what it was like before she was chosen.
Buffy lay down on the sofa to take a nap. It was the first time in years she'd gone to sleep without having some kind of
nightmare. It was heaven, only now, when she woke up, there was a mystery right in front of her.
She blinked three time before realising, Angel was standing in front of her. Holding out his hand. Was this a dream? If not,
why was he there? What did he want? Was he really there, or was she imagining it?
"Angel?" She asked.
"Yes. Take my hand."He said.
She stared at him, unsure. She assumed it was one of her weird dreams, so she did it. If it was a dream, she wanted to find out
what this one meant.
Angel guided her outside. He looked at her with a smirk.
Buffy turned, and looked around, they were in the sunnydale cemetery. Angel still had hold of Buffy's hand.
As she looked round, she saw a familiar figure standing behind a gravestone.
She let go of Angel, and walked towards the figure, as she got closer she saw it was spike...
To be continued...