Authors note: Here is where it should all come together. But dont worry there is more...or is there?? I have been trying really hard to keep the true nature of each of the characters. To keep this as much a Joss Whedon's type of Buffy as I can. I just had to let everyone know, I love his work. I Fell in love with his work on Buffy. I hope this sticks true to the characters actions and behaviors. I am pretty sure it does, I would never want to change them. I hope all of that even makes sense. LOL.
Chapter 5
After dinner I spent a bit of time in my room…thinking. What had the gang been doing the last 2 weeks that I was in a coma? Sure I had defeated Acathla and Angelus, but there were still demons, and vampires. Who was out there fighting them all that time? I know it wasn't my friends. How many had died because I was in a coma? Then I again I remembered that if I hadn't stopped Acathla none of us would be here at all. So I guess it all worked out.
Plus, I am back now and I had already killed a demon. The clock read 8:34 pm, patrol hour was almost nigh, I couldn't wait to kick some vampire ass. One of which possibly being Angel, if he doesn't cooperate with doing the spell. I hope he will, I thought. We can finally be together. I knew our motives were selfish, I knew that maybe, just maybe a slayer isn't supposed to be allowed to be in love, especially not with a vampire. But I did, I loved Angel with all my heart. I was willing to sacrifice his life, to save the world. Knowing that I knew my motives couldn't be that selfish, I always did what I had to do, for the world. Thank god I didn't have to kill him though; I don't know how I would have handled it. Angel is my other half, my whole. Without him…I didn't let my mind finish that thought. I had to see him. All this thinking, I couldn't take it anymore. It was time to see him.
After letting my mom know how long I would be out, and reassuring her I would be a careful as possible, I grabbed my black bag of weapons and was out the door. It was a warm night, not much wind to speak of at all. It was the perfect night to be cuddled up with your honey, looking up at the stars. Like I will ever get that I thought.
I walked through the streets of Sunnydale, eyes peeled. Thank god vampires weren't roaming the streets. "Hmmm..." I mumbled to myself, "Where are all the vampires?" I said softly, making my way passed the bronze and into the grass of the nearest cemetery. "Come out, come out wherever you are?" I whispered with a slight giggle. "Slow night…" I said to myself, not seeing anything or anyone around.
I swept through that cemetery fast, I thought. I checked everywhere, no fresh graves, and no vamps. Oh well, I thought, all the better. I have what… 11 other cemeteries to check out. Plus Angel's place wasn't close to that cemetery anyway; I needed to get a move on. I am sure Willow didn't want to be waiting up all night to do the spell. I was too anxious as well.
So, I thought I would quickly stop by Angel's mansion, you know just to get this talk with him over real quick; then I would call Willow, we would meet up, do the spell, and then I would get back out on patrol…with Angel, easy as pie.
Well when I got to the mansion he was no where to be found. So much for that plan. The town was starting to seem abandoned. I knew that wasn't the case, but you know 30 minutes out and I still haven't seen a vampire. Me destroying Acathla really must have scared them shitless, I thought. "Well then," I started. "Angel has to be out there somewhere, he wouldn't just leave town..." I kept whispering to myself. "Or would he? Everything he was going through?" I couldn't accept that last statement. He wouldn't leave, I knew he loved me. Willow even said; he didn't leave my bedside the whole time I was in a coma.
As I left the mansion I was trying to think fast of where to go next, the next closest cemetery would be the best bet. I could slay the vamps, and look for Angel at the same time.
PROLOGUE follows this scene. (I am attaching the prologue to this part of the story so that you don't have to navigate back)
Prologue:
"Aw Damnit! I hate when they just have to share the dirt with me." I stated as the last of four vampires turned to dust in front of me. I was so busy staking I didn't notice they got dirt all over my jacket…again. "Why can't vampires be clean…and you know smell nice; or at least not smell dead" I said to myself pretty much knowing the answer why "Just cuz you know their dead...don't mean hygiene rules just fly out the window." I finished as I started wiping the dirt away and glanced for a place to sit down near a fresh grave. I had to work alone so often I got used to talking to myself. I'm pretty sure even if my friends were here they would just nod in aggreeance with me.
I sat in the Restfield Cemetery once again. Twirling Mr. Pointy in one hand, while the other brushed the remaining dirt off my jacket. Sitting on what seemed to say James Whorlkin's headstone, the headstone was so chipped already I could barely read it. Waiting for yet another vampire to wake his ass up and come out and play. "C'mon James…there's a whole lot I'd rather be doing right now." I'd been patrolling for nearly 4 hours now. Restfield was my last stop. Giles reminded me there were quite a few mysterious deaths in the last few days around this area. Had to make sure I stayed long enough to get them all.
I was wearing my favorite black leather jacket, a tight pink sleeveless top and my black knee length spandex; with my hair pulled back in a pony tail; Easiest clothes to wear when rolling around with the vamps. I was also wearing my new amazingly white tennis shoes. Oh how I wish I could be wearing stilettos…maybe someday…when I have time to think about that sort of thing. I kept looking at my nails, trying to figure what color I would use next, light blue, turquoise maybe. Assuming I would be alive tomorrow. Being a slayer you never know.
So there I sat just waiting and letting my mind wander a bit. I have been sitting here so long now I started reminiscing. Thinking how lucky I was to even be alive right now. Having died once already for like 2 minutes was enough dead time for me. Just to think, if it wasn't for my friends, I wouldn't even be here. First time I died, Xander saved my life with CPR. This last time was worse then the first. If it weren't for Willow I'd be 6 feet under waiting to come out and play with Mr. Pointy, while Angel killed all my friends. For a moment I caught myself thinking out loud. "Angel..." I said softly "Where are you?"