Note: Italicized words are Buffy's personal/Slayer thoughts. Some dialogs are taken from Lie to Me, episode 7 of season 2.
(O.O)
Ford
"I'm sorry, Buffy."
I woke up that morning with those words in his head. I shouldn't feel that way. I knew that. But the disgusting feeling in the pit of my stomach wouldn't leave me alone every time I thought about what I'll do to my former schoolmate.
"It's too late for that," I thought angrily.
I promised a vampire that I'd bring her the Slayer and then I could finally rid myself of this terrible illness.
Die young and stay beautiful forever.
That was my goal. That should be enough to quell the guilt that was engulfing me since I started this plan. Yet I still felt sick.
Dammit!
I rushed to the dirty motel bathroom and emptied my stomach's contents there.
I washed my face and stared at the sickly figure in the mirror.
"I am sick," I said to my reflection, "Worse, I am dying."
Maybe it wasn't so bad to be the cause of death of someone so young if it can help me live my life free of this shitty sickness.
(O.O)
Buffy
I was pissed.
Okay, furious was the better word to describe how I felt.
I mean, how else would I feel about what had transpired earlier when I met up with Angel and my friends.
Angel, who was still my current "boyfriend", unfortunately, went behind my back and conspired against me with my friends and had decided to snoop into my potential boyfriend's background. What was worse was because they actually found something suspicious about the said potential boyfriend's background.
It seems that Buffy's infamous bad luck with boys is still in effect.
So to get away from everyone, I decided that the smartest way to deal with everything is to confront Ford in his "secret hideout", where I ended up meeting the most idiotic fanatics I ever met.
I mean, who the hell thinks that being a vampire is cool?
I turned to face the slutty goth, who held a dreamy look as she thought what would happen that night.
"This is a beautiful day. Can't you see that?" she said even after I tried to convince them they were all going to die.
"What I see is that, right after the sun goes down, some vampire and all of his friends are going to be pigging out at the all-you-can-eat moron bar," I told her.
"Okay, that's it. I think we should gag her," the dorky guy with them said.
"I think you should try," I dared him with a glare.
"She's an unbeliever. She taints us," the moron responded.
I was getting fed up. They were all either insane, stupid, or worse naive for the thinking that there are advantages to being a vampire.
"I am trying to save you! You are playing in some serious traffic here! Do you understand that? You're going to die! And the only hope you have of surviving this is to get out of this pit right now, and, my God, could you have a dorkier outfit?"
The dork sent an offended look at me while slutty goth smiled at what I said.
"I gotta back her up, D. You look like a big ninny," Ford said, making the rest of the people in the room laugh a bit at the other man's expense.
All of a sudden his alarm goes off and my old friend smiles maliciously.
"6:27. Sunset. They all walk away from her."
It seemed useless trying to convince him at this point, so I looked around for what to do next. I knew I had to do something and I had to do it fast.
I had already looked around the room and decided to run back up the stairs to the door again to see if there were any other options to get out.
I then noticed that Ford was following me.
"Hey, you never give up, do you?" he asked with a smirk.
I turned to face him before answering.
"No, I don't."
"That's a good quality in a person. Too many people, they just lay back and take it, but us-"
"Us?! We have something in common now?" I turned to face him angrily.
"More than you think," Ford answers with a serious look.
I rolled my eyes at this.
"Yeah, well, let me explain something to you. You're what we call the bad guy."
"I guess I am!" He chuckled and looking mighty proud of himself.
I offered him one more glare before looking down at the people in the club.
"These people aren't gonna get changed, are they? The rest of them, they're just fodder," I said, realizing the horror of what my old crush was planning to do.
"Technically, yes. But I'm in. I will become immortal," he answered.
I gave him a disgusted look before feeling angry all over again.
"Well, I've got a newsflash for you, brain trust: that's not how it works," I started to tell him, "You die, and a demon sets up shop in your old house, and it walks, and it talks, and it remembers your life, but it's not you."
"It's better than nothing," Ford said with a shrug.
He's insane! I thought in horror.
"And your life is nothing?" I asked, hoping to see at least a bit of humanity in this person.
Ford merely snickered at my words.
"Ford, these people don't deserve to die!" I yelled, wishing that this could finally snap this idiot into reality.
"Well, neither do I! But apparently, no one considered that 'cause I'm still dying," he tells me.
I paused at this and finally began to realize what he's up to.
Ford smiled, most likely seeing the realization dawning on me.
"I look good, don't I? Well, let me tell you something-" he starts as he slowly moves closer to me.
"I've got maybe six months left, and by then what they bury won't even *look* like me. It'll be bald and shriveled and it'll smell bad. No, I'm not going out that way!"
I turned away from the angry eyes that were slowly judging me at that moment.
"I'm sorry, Summers. Did I screw up your righteous anger riff? Does the nest of tumors liquefying my brain kinda spoil the fun?" he taunted.
I took one deep breath, before turning to face him.
"I'm sorry. I had no idea," I said, "But what you're doing is still very wrong."
"Okay, well, you try vomiting for twenty-four hours straight because the pain in your head is so intense, and *then* we'll discuss the concept of right and wrong," he stated before pointing down at the crowd below us, "These people are sheep. They wanna be vampires 'cause they're lonely, miserable, or bored. I don't have a choice."
"You have a choice," I pointed out.
I then forced him to face me.
"You don't have a good choice, but you have a choice! You're opting for mass murder here, and nothing you say is gonna make that okay!"
"You think I need to justify myself to you?" he said, once again looking angry at me.
"I think this is all part of your little fantasy drama! Isn't this exactly how you imagined it? You tell me how you've suffered and I feel sorry for you. Well, I do feel sorry for you, and if those vampires come in here and start feeding, I'll kill you myself!" I informed him.
There was a moment of silence before Ford finally spoke.
"You know what, Summers? I really did miss you," he says softly.
I could only stare at him. While I can hear from the outside that a car had come screeching to a halt.
"Ford, help me stop this," I started to beg.
Maybe there is still hope for this person.
"Please!"
But Ford remained silent. I turned away from him and faced the audience below us.
"People, listen to me! This is not the mothership, people! This is ugly death come to play!" I tried to inform them but I was cut off.
Ford backhanded me and before I could recover from the surprisingly strong attack, he punched me again across the face.
Stop hitting the face!
Were my thoughts as I went tumbling to the bottom of the steps. I try to get up but he kicks my head making everything turn black.
The next thing I hear is the horrified screams of The next thing I hear are the horrified screams of the occupants in the room.
I noticed Ford trying to hit me with a crowbar, but grabbed his arm in mid-swing and pulled him around, making him hit his head on a concrete pillar. I see him fall unconscious to the floor. Then I turn to look at the mayhem going on around me and immediately see a lone vampire on the top steps of the stairs.
I rushed through the crowd and leaped off of a couch up to the balcony railing. I quickly climb over and stare at the unknown vampire.
"Slayer," she says, glaring at me.
"Hi! I'm guessing you're the one in charge of this crazy party?" I asked.
"That's right, Slayer! I am Frey-ugh"
I cut her off with a punch in the nose before spinning her around to face the crowd below us.
"Hey, muscle-head!" I called out to the beefiest vampire in the group, sensing that he's not just some fledge like the rest of the vampires below.
"Mistress!" he cried, seeing the stake I had pointed at my vampire hostage.
"Everybody STOP!" he ordered the group and they all stopped feeding.
"Good idea. Now you let everyone out, or your mistress fits in an ashtray,"
"Thurr, you better not-" I heard the hostage say but once again I cut her off by putting more pressure on the stake I was pointing at her chest.
"Hush, you! The grown-ups are talking," I told her.
"Mistress, what should I do?" Musclehead asked, looking worriedly at the vampire in my arms.
"What you do is to let those people go!" I ordered him.
"Don-" the vampiress tried again to stop her minion but this time I cut her off by stabbing my stake just below her heart.
"Aaaaaahhh!" She screamed in pain. But I never released her from my hold.
"Let them go now!" I yelled at the vampires.
With that, the vampires released their victims and I watched patiently as the group of survivors slowly helped each other out of the club. As the last of the club dwellers left passed the door, I slowly moved my ways following them.
"You will pay for this," I hear the vampiress say.
"Whatever," I said to her as I roughly pushed her away from me, before rushing towards the door and slamming it shut.
I let out a sigh of relief as I realized we were all saved. I turned to look at Ford's fellow victims and a sad thought crossed my mind.
I left him there to die.
I let out another sigh before I started walking away from the club.
I wasn't walking for long when I looked up and saw Angel with my friends walking towards me.
I smiled as I rushed towards them.
(O.O)
