Chapter 2
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flash back 5 years ago
Buffy POV
The final battle was over. I never thought this day would be come. I stagger out of the warehouse, the very same warehouse where I killed Glory... and myself. Shooting pain from several different injuries cover my body but I don't take much notice.
My lungs are heavy and the adrenaline is starting waver. I just killed my second God. Yes, two Gods under the belt of Miss. Buffy Summers.
I turn to see Faith slowly walking towards me through the clouds of smoke that surround me. She smirks at me and I return the gesture. We did it.
For girls who used to try to kill each other we make a damn good team. After a few rounds of beating the crap out of each other, we became good friends. She was the only person who didn't pressure me to be the same old Buffy when I was resurrected. When we weren't slaying, she showed me the fun there is to be had in life. Not the clean cute fun. But the darker fun. The drinking, the drugs, the men. And for a few hours I felt better. Felt like I wasn't an empty shell of my former self. But I have gotten that out of my system. I had to. If not for me. But for him. Yes, Him.
. "Sooo... this is what killing a God feels like, huh?"
I shake my head "Yup, this is how it feels... I'm just glad this time there was a better outcome."
She gives me a small smile. Not sure what to say next. To be honest I have no idea what to say either. Where do we go from here? I'm physically and mentally drained.
Willow rushes over to me. "Is he...?"
"Another God beats the dust." I say mustering a small smile.
Xander , Dawn and Giles join us. We stand outside the warehouse as the smoke is starting to settle.
Sunnydale is a more silent than usual, most of the residences had fled the hellmouth. The evil energy finally being too much.
We found our way back to Xander's van and pile. "Well, where to now?" He asks. We sit in silence.
The answer is at the tip of my tongue. It has been my destination for weeks. Every since I found out. About him. My son. Connor.
The wonderful beautiful miracle that turned into a nightmare. A nightmare that came to light one night during a dream. Instead of my night terrors, I was having a dream that I used to have all the time before my death. A dream of Angel being human. And cookie dough ice cream and lots of food. And lots of sex. Oh yes, lots of sex everywhere. I blush every time I think of it, the sweet passionate love we made.
During my dream I was brought before the Powers they were quick and blunt. I remember it vividly. They explained how we created a child during his time of being human. That he took back the day for the fear of my life. My dear Angel. Always making decisions for me.
But how can a girl be mad at a man who is just trying to keep her alive?
Then the biggest blow came. Darla. Angel slept with Darla. That hurt. It hurt a lot. But the worst was yet to come. She carried my baby and gave birth to him. I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. This demon was pregnant with my child. Angel and mine's child.
They said he had to be born and brought into this world. He had a destiny to fulfill. Destiny. That word haunts me. I have been fighting what my "destiny" is supposed to be since I was 15. And I will be damned if they are going to use that crap regarding my son.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. He was kidnapped and raised in a hell dimension. And is now back in our world as a teenager, running around Los Angeles angry and confused.
I knew I needed to get to him, but I had to finish my business in Sunnydale once and for all. My pain as a mother who lost her child without even knowing fueled my eagerness and strength to finish off Clyde. Clyde the God who wanted to rule the world. What else is new? These demons need a new plan.
"Los Angeles." I say calmly. Everyone looks at me stunned except Faith. Faith had turned into my confidant during all of this.
"Uhh.. Are you sure?" Willow asks me.
I nod slowly. "Yes."
I have never been so sure of anything in my life.
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