A New Life: Part 4
by Anja K
Disclaimer: See Prologue.



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Part Four

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I took in the black leather duster, the red silk shirt, the black T-shirt underneath it, the tight, black leather pants, the unmistakable bleached hair and the familiar confident grin, and for a second I froze. Then pure, black rage, surged.

Not realizing what I was doing, I pushed one of the vampires holding me (during my little internal fit, the vamps had seized us). I'd heard something about sacrifices, and an abandoned chocolate factory on the edge of town. The vamp went flying, and as I shoved the other one, I looked at Spike for a split second, just long enough to hear the words:

"No, it bloody can't be!" Before I ran away. Oh, and I ran. I ran, and ran, and ran. Thoughts raced through my head, and they all involved hiding, running. Then I got a hold of myself. Run? While my friends were in danger? What kind of a pathetic person was I turning into? Then in a split second, I realized the stupidity of what I'd been doing, and the patheticness of Angela. I wasn't a little sniveling wuss, I was the freakin' slayer! I had to face Spike, but not like this. Not dressed like like that idiot Angela. No, Spike was going to face his worst nightmare.

Buffy Summers. She was back.

And she was going to kick his ass.

As I ran to Angela's apartment, and made a very important phone call, I remembered when I'd first arrived in Sunnydale. I'd thought I was retired from slaying, and didn't realize my career was just beginning. Meeting Willow, Xander, Giles. Angel... I smiled as I remembered how I'd knocked him flat on his back. .

I put on a pair of four inch black heels that Sara had got me in an attempt to 'dress me like a girl'. The first time me and Angel kissed. When I found out he was a vampire. I'd faced him, and he'd told me how he'd gotten his soul back as a punishment a hundred years ago.

I put on a tight, short black dress from that same failed attempt. I recalled how I'd faced the master. How I'd died. Xander had brought me back.

I dyed my now shoulder length hair back to blonde. How I'd come back after the summer, acting like a total bitch. How I'd hurt Angel...

But, he'd forgiven me. He always did. I just hoped to god he forgave me for what I'd done to him only a couple of months ago. I'm sure he does. He loves me- I thought.

I put on my make-up and recalled our relationship growing more, well, relationshippy. We'd gotten more and more serious... Until we went too far. One moment of true contentment, and he'd loose his soul. That was the rule. Until the night we... god, I still can't say it. He lost his soul. Went back to Spike and Dru, two of the vamps that he used to hang out with. He'd sired them both, not to mention drove Drusilla insane. Literally.


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