Chapter Three
Sunnydale High was in close proximity; I could see the darkened building from the far left corner of my eye, the structure covered in flickering shadows that were beginning to lighten under the sun's rays. I shivered, folding my robe closer to my body to create some warmth, the wind chill dropping a few degrees simultaneously.
It didn't matter that it was already daylight, the air was still very much cold, much to my dismay and lack of proper clothing. Goose bumps were developing all over my body, and my head felt like it was catching the flu. Sweat was protruding from above my eyebrow. Maybe I was scared. Or nervous. Who knows?
I glanced up towards the sky, the thinning clouds shifting to cover the faint presence of the moon as it disappeared from the blue sky altogether.
Dawn was here, but no one was outside during this time of day. Everything was quiet, and still. I was the only one that was trotting through the empty street, and I felt alone in the world. I shivered inwardly.
It was a bit frightening, but I had more important matters to attend to. I needed answers. My feet slapping against the cement pavement, I reached the front entrance of my school, inhaling a sigh of air.
The parking lot was empty of cars, the lights weren't switched on. It was unoccupied of people.
I resumed walking, outstretching my right hand to reach for the double glass door handles, discovering that one of them was slightly ajar, as if someone had broken into the building using a crowbar. My Slayer senses immediately went on full alert, my fists balling. I had no weapons of the sort with me. I cursed under my breath for the lack of preparation. I could sense Giles scolding at me like a little child. I smiled grimly at the thought.
"C'mon, Buffy, what are you waiting for? Get inside," I scoffed at myself. I pushed the door open with a slight squeak, eyes peering at both sides before entering the school. A gust of staleness permeated the air, assaulting my nostrils.
Seconds later, I felt a heavy sensation weighing on my chest, bringing me down to my knees. And sudden memories sprang to my mind, ones that I don't remember, but were somehow mine.
The Sadie Hawkins dance. The invitations. Flashes and flashes of girls adorned in poodle skirts and colorful silk bows in their hair. The heightened giddiness at the thought of asking the boys to dance with them. The curse that brought doom for over fifty years. The shooting. The unexplainable occurrences: the yearbook slipping and falling from a shelf all on its own, the monstrous hand that pulled Xander towards his locker, a grotesque skeletal corpse with a letterman's jacket that had belonged to James. The affair.
And then, voices. "Don't walk away from me bitch!" "Love is forever." The voices vanished, leaving another memory to form in my head, revealing what appeared to be the music room. It showed an image of me, my head tilting up to reveal a tall form of a handsome man with dark hair, wearing a duster. We were kissing, and it wasn't just an ordinary kiss. It was one of passion, and longing. And an enlarged bright globe of light appeared above us, illuminating the room before disappearing.
And the one name that had whispered through my lips as soon as the kisses had discontinued had leaped from my tongue.
As quickly as it had arrived, the memories of that particular night vanished from my mind. But this time, it left behind small portions of what mattered the most at the very present. Angel.
Now the question was not as to whether or not he had existed, but as to what happened to him. Was he alive, or was he dead? At this realization, I ran through the silent hallways, heading towards my destination: The library.
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"Buffy, are you sure about this?" Giles pondered, pacing back and forth towards his office, an ancient book of spells burrowed in his aged hand. "Yes, I'm quite sure, Mr. Knowledge. Someone out there is intentionally giving me the spooks by erasing my memories of this Angel and convincing me that he never existed. I have some memories, I'm not exactly sure how long they'll last, but I don't have any idea of what kind of relationship I had with him, much less know the personal info. So what gives? Why is this happening?" I inquired, worry setting in my features. I kept my nervousness in check by chewing on my fingernails, my legs tucked underneath the elongated wooden table that was placed in the center of the library.
"Buffy, to be quite honest with you, I have never heard of any previous Slayer experiencing this event. Quite frankly, this is the first I've heard of it. Assuming that some of my calculations are correct, I believe that there may be a reason as to why your memories have vanished. I have a theory, but I'm afraid you may not like what I am about to inform you of it."
I sat on the edge of my seat, my nails digging into the table. I waited impatiently. "What kind of theory? Giles, you're giving me the wiggins. Tell me."
"Whatever relationship you and Angel have had before, it is believed that the universe, and whatever forces that may be involved with your memory loss, may be trying to disperse a warning of some sort. In that you and Angel may be what is considered to be the biggest threat to our entire existence, and to the universe in itself."
I sighed. This was much more bigger than I thought it would be. I felt my heart plummeting into my stomach in despair.
A/N: So what do you guys think? I hope the chapter is not too confusing. I intended to make the chapter longer, but time is a bit tight right now, and my internet is still unfixable until I can purchase a new router over the weekend, if possible. I've been using a relative's computer for the time being. If anyone hasn't read the season eight comics, there may be a couple of spoilers in upcoming chapters, so be warned. I'll try to post chapter four by this weekend, and my internet should be fixed by then. As always, all feedback is welcome.