All Over Again: Prologue
by Gina
I have nothing so it's not worth even thinking about suing me. This is just an idea using your character, Joss. Sorry to insult you if I use them badly. Sorry for making Buffy so cynical. Don't worry , it'll play out. Um, I forget what happened to Acathla, but pretend it's still at the mansion. Oh, and this is kinda like What Dreams May Come, which also doesn't belong to me. Just read.
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Prologue
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I think I'm dead. Dead-dead. I mean, I died before, so I'm experienced in this kinda thing. I'm not in Hell, this is definitely not Heaven, so I'm guessing I'm a special case. I'm just trying to figure out what happened. It started yesterday....
Every second, I felt like I couldn't move. Or breathe, like I had told Willow earlier that week. I was coming home from patrol when I saw him. I don't think he saw me, though. He was looking up at my window with a sad look on his face. Well, at least that gave me proof he still had a heart-figuratively speaking, of course-after his little speech in the sewers. But it didn't help much. It hurt, still does, and I don't ever think it'll go away, you know? But anyways, that was yesterday. And I had decided not to look back anymore. At least I was gonna try and not look back anymore. As long as I'm on the subject of looking back, let's talk about Spring. Hey, I used to like that season, you know? School's out, nice weather, clothes sales. But what's up with Spring hating me? Three years ago, I died-in Spring. Last year I sent Angel to Hell-in Spring. Oh and this year just tops it all. I finally get Angel back and then he decides, “Hey, I'm this big, bad vamp who's tying down the girl that loves me. So, what the hell, I'll break her heart by dumping her. Yeah, this had to happen in Spring. Gee, can't wait till next year. Maybe I'll get really lucky and get turned into a nice bloodsucking undead American and kill all my loved ones. Whoa, down girl. I think I'm getting a tad too cynical. Nah, I've got a ways to get to too cynical'.
Anyways, so here I am. (Not dead yet.) I was heading home when I saw Angel. Suddenly, I decided not to go home. I really didn't have a dying wish to be in my bedroom, which was where the kiss that started all this happened. So, I swung back by the graveyard. Poor vampires, they really got it last night. That'll teach them never to break my heart. I'm glad Mom was at one of her little art trips. I didn't feel like explaining why I would rather be kicking the snot out of vampires at midnight than be safe at home in my bed. Then again, I didn't feel like doing much of anything. So I just wandered aimlessly around Sunnyhell. Yeah, so what if I've sunk so low as to stealing Spike's lines. That's what this town is, really-Hell. Forget Boca Del Inferno- whatever, it's my hell. Sometimes I wish I never came here.. Back to my story, though. I ended up at the movie theater and there was actually a movie that started at 12:10 am. So what if it was a foreign flick? I wasn't about to read the subtitles, but I figured it would be better than moping around this shithole of a town. I buy my ticket and take a seat in the sparsely populated theatre. The movie starts and I'm only half watching the flick. About a half hour into it, I smell smoke. I think, “Hey now, there's no smoking in here!” when I realize it's not cigarette smoke. Cuz, well, not even hundreds of cigarettes' smoke could be that thick or that much. Everyone-well, about fifteen people- panics as the smoke engulfs the small theatre. I was coughing like crazy while trying to open the doors that led to the lobby. My breath was getting really short, so I stopped and fell to the ground. And guess who's there, trying to help me? Him. How convenient, right? He picks me up and takes me down toward the screen. I remember thinking that he was trying to kill me, taking me further from the exit. That was, of course, until I realized there was an exit door by the screen. Then, I guess, I passed out.
And woke up here, wherever here is. It's a big, white, empty room. Well, almost empty. There's a small table in the center of the room with something on it. Before going over to check it out, I take a look at myself. I'm wearing the same clothes I did for patrol last night: black pants, black boots, light blue long-sleeved shirt. Confused, I walk over to the table. On it there's a remote, with one button. it says PLAY, so I push it. Well duh.
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