A New Life: Part 1
by Anja K
Disclaimer: See Prologue.



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Part One

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When I got off the bus, it was morning again. 24 hours since I, no, since Buffy had killed Angel. Keeping the two separate was my only ticket to sanity. Just like Buffy had kept Angel and Angelus separate. I just walked around for a couple of hours, taking in the sights, even though I knew them by the heart. My dad had moved to New York a couple of moths ago, so there was no danger of running into him. Then I spotted a fast food restaurant with a 'looking for work sign' in it. I stepped in (I'd already changed my clothes before I got of the bus - now I was wearing a light pink dress and white sandals, my blonde hair up in a french twist).

"Excuse me, um, I'm looking for a job, could I speak with the manager?"- I asked, and was told to wait. This was it. No more slaying. Once Kendra told me that slaying isn't a job, it's who you are. Well, Kendra was dead. And I was getting a new job. A bored looking man in his thirties came, and I shook his hand.

"Hi, my name is Angela Capulet, and I'm interested in working here."- I said.

"Do you have any experience?"- the man asked.

"Yes, I worked at McDonalds for a couple of months."- I lied.

"Reasons for leaving last job?"- he spoke automatically.

"I, uh, I moved." We discussed some more things, and I learned his last name - mr. Smith, a name as boring as he was. I'd figured I could work full time until September, and then I could go back to school, and switch to working weekends and four hours a day. Buffy Summers had never planned that far ahead. Angela did. Before I realized what was happening, I was hired, and told I started the next day. I practically skipped outside.


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I found an apartment building nearby, and asked for the superintendent, who was an elderly woman. She was very nice (unlike my new boss), and found me a cheap, half furnished apartment. I explained my current situation to her, but she just shook her head. She was nice, but not foolish.

"I'm sorry, but I can't give you an apartment without a down payment of the first and last month." I was worried, and realized nobody would. Then my eye caught the ring on my finger, and I had an idea. A new life...

"How about you take this ring, it's pretty valuable. It's real silver. And this cross. That ought to cover it."- I said happily. She agreed, and led me up to my new home. It was a one room apparent, with white walls, a clean kitchen, a flowered couch and black coffee table, black dresser, and in the room a bed and a bedside table. It was nowhere as nice as my, uh, Buffy's house, but it was tolerable. I had some sheets and food with me, and a couple of hundred bucks. Then I realized I had a new life, but there was still something wrong. I still looked like Buffy Summers. And when I came back home, hours later, I had very short dark brown hair, was wearing baggy jeans, Doc Martens and a basketball jersey, and had a whole new wardrobe. As I burned Buffy's clothes, diaries and stakes, I truly became Angela Capulet.


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