DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the computer upon which this was typed, and my warped little mind, which conceived the notion of this particular story, while it did not imagine up the characters. In other words, don’t sue. I only get $15 a week by doing every chore possibly imaginable…Cinderella probably had it better…but I’m getting off track
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This no longer takes placed in my "THE-SEASON-FINALE-NEVER-HAPPENED" world. Yes…I’ve moved on…(damn it…and I had this great idea goin’ and half of it typed out…oh well…)
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Part One
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Buffy sat tiredly at a well worn table. She pondered who to write first. Giles. He was always there for her, even when she caused so many things to happen. Buffy picked up her pen and started to write…
Dear Giles,
I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all the times I didn’t take your advice. I’m sorry for being so immature all the time. I’m sorry for always trying to ignore my duties. I’m sorry. Please help my mom understand the whole "slayer" thing…she doesn’t quite get it…not that I blame her. I’m in Seattle. I’m sorry I let Angelus trick me again. I guess you’d like to know what happened. Maybe you don’t want to know...but I guess I should tell you…maybe you can record it in a watcher’s journal.
I went to fight Angel, to save the world form complete destruction, (like always). My mom said if I went, not to come back. I knew Angel had you…Spike made a deal with me, that as long as I got you back…I would let him and Dru leave town. I went to the school, to get the sword Kendra said would help. Snyder told me I was expelled. Keep and eye on him…he’s not what he appears to be…then I headed to fight Angel. Xander met up with me and told me Willow’s request, "kick Angel’s ass", then he went and got you, while Spike and I distracted Angel. Ya, Spike. He wailed on Angel with a piece of Pipe while I got rid of all his thugs. Then Spike took off with Dru. I fought with Angel. He had to die…it was the only way to close the vortex…a friend told me that. He was about to kill me. I had no weapons, no friends, no hope, as he put it. All I had left was me. I was 2 inches from killing him when he went down and a glowing happened in his eyes. His soul was restored I guess. He looked at me with such confusion and pain…he was clueless…he had no idea what was going on. He was crying. He didn’t see the vortex opening behind him. I held him and he told me he loved me, that he felt like he hadn’t seen me in months, that he was confused. I told him hush…that I loved him…and to close his eyes…and I ran him through with the sword. Not in the heart, but in the stomach. The vortex swallowed him. I couldn’t look at him. He called my name…his voice was full of pain, not the physical pain, but the pain of wondering why you were just run through by someone who loved you. And then…he was gone.
I don’t know where I’m going, or when I’ll be back. I miss you. You’re like a second father to me. Don’t whig though, I *will* be back, I just don’t know when I’ll be ready.
Love always,
Your Slayer
Buffy placed it in an envelope and put a stamp on it. She got up and walked across the street from the café she was in and mailed it. She hopped back on the bus, and glanced over to the space needle.
thought Buffy,
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