Problems with the Soul
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or any character in this fanfic. Well except the one's I make up later in the story.
Ratings: PG-13 to R for language, violence, angst, romance and
sexuality later in the story.
Prologue
The bright lights of L.A. shine over the city as a figure slowly paces back and forth on a skyscraper. The person's idenity is obscured by the shadows, but you can clearly see that it is a woman.
"As a small child my father told me I was evil." she said as it started pouring down raining. "He told me that I was a demon." she said with a chuckle and a smile.
"But now demons fear me." she said as she stopped pacing.
"Till this day I still don't understand what happened. One day I'm just walking home from school and Bam! My life changed forever. I went from shy girl to demon slayer." she said as she started to pace again.
"Everybody used to talk down to me, but now I'm a changed woman. Let's just say they saw something in my soul change. Something that told them that I was no longer a victim." she said with a grin.
"Speaking of souls, I always thought that when you die, your soul goes to heaven or hell." she said as she starts to shake her head. "But now I know your soul goes where it's needed."
Suddenly a woman's scream permeates the air.
"Sorry kiddes. I guess I'll have to tell you my story another time." she said as the lighting flashed revealing her face. She had long dirty blonde hair and she was wearing all black and a leather duster.
"By the way my name is Tara Maclay. The Seraphim." she said as she melted into the darkness. The lighting flashed again and Tara was gone.