Buffys POV
I opened my eyes and hissed, hissed? Why and when did I learn how to hiss? The light was too bright and the buzzing from the artificial lamp was too much, in fact everything was too much. Too bright, too loud, too soft, too rough, too potent…
Angel? Where was he, where was I…I'm dead…I'm supposed to be…
Then it all came back to me with a vengeance.
Birth…Keira…
The arrow….
Telling Faith she's a bad liar…
Getting ready for death…Saying goodbye…
Angel…
But I'm not looking down upon my family, I'm still here…Oh, oh my god…I'm a, I am a vampire…
I get so upset that my grr face comes out; I wince not because it hurts but because the reality hits me as I run my fingers over the ridges and a single pink tinted tear runs down my face.
A vampire slayer turned vampire. The irony doesn't escape me and I laugh a little. Am I going crazy? Maybe. And I laugh a little more.
Some how I find it in myself to realize that this should be scaring me a bit more than it is, but it's not. In fact what scaring me the most is how my friends will now perceive me, Angel wasn't exactly led into the group with open arms. But they are going to have to deal; I want to live, to see to it that my daughter has a mother, that I could have a life with Angel, finally, this was my choice. I think that's why I'm not scared, it was my choice, and I knew it was coming. I still have my soul, I think, I'm still Buffy. I have no sudden urge to slaughter my friends and loved ones.
So out of bed, and I look down, and I'm naked. The carpet is rough against my feet, rougher than it has ever felt, I have the sudden urge to get back in the silk bad but I press forward after I marvel a bit about everything about this room.
It's like being blind my whole life and now seeing for the first time…
I try for a simple outfit of jeans and a t-shirt, but the cottons too scratchy and the jeans seem to want to tear at my skin, then sensation it too much so I quickly strip again and let out an unneeded but frustrated breath.
I try again, this time I go for something more vampire chic, leather and silk. Black leather pants encase my legs and almost feel as if they were painted on and Angel's blue silk shirt, because I don't own anything this soft. No wonder vampires like this stuff it feels like heaven compared to jeans and cotton. It was about that time while I was in the closet that the door to our bedroom crashed open.
Angel felt her wake and heard her stir before anyone had noticed. He was her Sire, and he was slightly ashamed on how proud that made him feel. He was her for forever now, in the literal sense and he decided he'd let himself brood over that after he went to see her.
"Angel?" Faith question as he took the stairs two by two.
"She's awake Faith, keep everyone out until I say.please." Angel said as he flew past.
"Go get her tiger, make sure B's ok" Faith said with a wink.
Angel crashed through the doors of their bedroom to see an empty bed and panic raced through his veins. Letting out a slight whimper he raced into their very large suit and saw the closet door wide open.
"Buffy?" He called into the darkness "Bab-"
But he was cut off when a small blond knocked him over and buried her face into his chest, purring.
"Oh god Buffy, baby your ok!" His arms went instinctively around her, he hadn't realize how scared he was that her turning wouldn't have helped her until now. He rained kissed on her head until she looked up, in game face and he was a little taken back. But that action alone, though minute, hurt her and the evidence was in her eyes
"Angel, am I not pretty anymore? I know I seem tarnished but I'm still me in here, I'm still Buffy." She pleaded, now sitting up with another tear coming down her face. She could accept being a vampire but only if Angel could, and he cant and it felt as if her whole world was shattering.
"Oh Buffy, its not that at all. It was just a surprise, remember our first kiss?" He smile affectionately and turned into his game face and kissed her. It brought a moan from her lips and a slight growl of possession. She slowly broke the kiss and stared into his amber eyes with hers, running her fingers over the ridges.
"Everything is so different, everything feels different." She said and then tilted her head to the side. " I can feel so many demons too. Its like my spidy senses woke up with interest." She said with a whispered laugh.
"You're the Eternal Slayer baby, a perfect mix of everything. You could now officially kick my ass." He said with a chuckle.
"Please I could always do that." She said with a quick wink. "Now how about we go get Keira from Faith and go tell the gang that the Slayer lives, err, unlives?" She said with a smile and got up starting to walk down the hallway.
"Hey is that my shirt?" Angel pointed out with a chuckle.
Ok short I know especially after such a long leave of absence….. and I know I shied away from a really troubled Buffy after a turning, but in my fics shes stronger than that. Anyways I'm looking for a beta... because I need someone to proof my stories and kick my butt into action and on schedule when I'm slow to update!
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