Okay, this chapter is really bad, and the rest of the story will get better. It's kind of like a prologue type thingy. Please read.

Also, please note that this story is set in season two.

Prologue

She opened her eyes wearily. She didn't have any idea where she was or what was going on, but she'd learnt not to panic in difficult situations. Panicking always made things worse. She stood up, wincing as her muscles screamed in protest. Buffy was shocked, as she must have been lying there for quite a while to get such cramps, but she couldn't remember coming here, let alone sleeping…passing out…doing whatever she was doing.

Now that her muscles were co-operating, Buffy surveyed her surroundings. She was in some kind of shed, it was really dusty, and Buffy found her eyes watering and throat was clogged with dust, causing her to cough and splutter.

There was a sound coming from a corner, causing Buffy to spin around, only to find a mouse scurrying across the dust-covered floor. Buffy sighed in relief and leant against a wall, when she realized she smelt blood. She almost kicked herself for not realizing it before.

Some slayer I am, She thought bitterly to herself, and was quite shocked to find the blood was on her dress. What was just as shocking was she was wearing a dress that seemed to be dated back to the fifteen hundreds as it was an ankle length, with a low cut top and seemed to be really tight – so tight it was cutting off circulation. Buffy started to panic a little, freaking out about the whole situation, her memory problems, and the fact she was going to breathe from lack of oxygen. It took Buffy a few minutes to calm down enough to realize she was wearing a corset, which explained the difficulty breathing.

Okay, what the hell is going on here? Buffy thought angrily as she paced through the shed. She was in a shed, wearing an old fashioned dress, covered in blood. And she had no bloody idea how she got here. She had absolutely no memory of it.

The shed door was suddenly flung open from the outside, causing light to come flooding in. Buffy turned her face away as the light burnt her eyes. The person who opened the door entered, and half closed the door behind them, cutting off a lot of the light so Buffy could see again.

Blinking a few times to get the spots of light out of her vision, Buffy finally looked at the person who entered. It was a girl, who only looked about Buffy's age. She had look red-brown hair that fell in waves around her face. She was wearing a pair of jeans, a black top and a long leather jacket.

"Finally you're awake." She said briskly. "You sure can sleep, but then that's expected…you've been through hell."

"What…?" Buffy started to ask, confused.

"I tried to warn you." The girl continued. "Nothing good ever comes from time travel, but you just wouldn't listen…" The girl stopped and gave a short chuckle. "Why am I even saying this, you can't remember anything. One of the disadvantages of coming here. Of meddling in business you shouldn't meddle in." The girl had suddenly taken a more serious tone, which made Buffy kind of afraid of her.

"What do you mean I can't remember?" Buffy said. "What can't I remember?"

"So many questions." The girl exclaimed throwing her hands in the air. 'You know Buffy, that's your problem. You have to question everything you don't understand. Some questions are better left unanswered."

"What am I doing here?" Buffy replied, suddenly angry. This girl had no right to speak to her like this, like she was Buffy's senior. She didn't even look older than Buffy herself, and Buffy was a slayer. "Why can't I remember anything?"

The girl laughed, but her laugh wasn't mean. It was half amused, half pitiful. "That is one of the questions better left unanswered. Because if I tell you that, when I send you back you'll make the same mistake again, and we'll be back here having this conversation…again. And I don't really want to be doing that, so I'm not going to tell you."

"Send me back where?"

"Do you ever have anything to say that isn't a damn question?" The girl snapped, then sighed. "When I send you back to your right time…that's what I'm supposed to do."

"My…right time." Buffy rubbed her temples, feeling a headache forming. She was so confused, and felt stupid asking so many questions, and getting no straight answers.

'Yes, your right time, because Buffy, you messed up big time. We gave you an inch and you took a mile. I know you didn't meant o completely mess everything up…but that didn't stop it from happening."

"What did I mess up?"

"I just have to ask you a question…was Angel worth all this trouble?"

"Angel?" Buffy felt her heart in her throat.

"Yeah, you know…the demon boyfriend."

"What does this have to do with him?"

The girl met Buffy's eyes. "Everything."

Buffy stood there waiting for her to say more, but she didn't.

The girl sighed. "So, since you made such a mess, my boss got people to intervene and bring you here, and then I was told to send you back to your right time, with no memory of this entire damn thing." The girl then grinned. "But I don't like the rules. They're too restricting."

"What?" buffy couldn't understand anything she was saying, but from what she could tell this was a good thing.

"Yes Buffy." The girl nodded. 'Would you like to go back and try again?"


Okay this chapter might be confusing, but I promise its supposed to be that way because Buffy's all confused...it'll all be explained in future chapters. Please review.