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It was Tuesday night around 8 pm, and for Buffy Summers that meant the usual routine: Hunt vampires, slay vampires, go home, and due some homework. Typical night for the 17-year-old vampire slayer. Something was on her mind though, or perhaps should we say someone. Angel was back; back from the Hell dimension, she had sent him to several months earlier. Things were weird with her mom, her friends, and her watcher. Nevertheless, most importantly, things were weird with the person she loved the most, Angel. She was ridden with guilt; he came back crazed from the hell she had put him in. Sure, it was to save the world but how many times does that excuse stay valid. If only there was something, she could do. She still loved him, with all her heart and she knew that somehow, someway, they were meant to be together. She felt tied to him and not in a kinky way either. Of course, the nights she needed to pummel vampires to take out aggression, there were none around. Just as Buffy was about to give up and sulk her way home, directly behind her, she heard a sound, a branch snapping. Stake ready the slayer turned around to take down her demonic or vampire foe.
Recognizing who her alleged attacker was, Buffy stopped herself from plunging her stake into the demons heart.
“Hey, hey! Is that anyone way to treat an old friend.” A familiar voice said.
“I wouldn’t exactly call you a friend, and what the hell are you doing here?” Buffy retorted quickly.
“Well, it’s good to see you too kid.” Whistler said
“Excuse me if I don't exactly greet you with a fruit basket. Remember what I said about your ribcage making a pretty hat? Still stands.”
“Again with the imagery! Damn slayer I thought you’d be happy to see me. Say, how’s my boy Angel doing? Hear he just took a first class ticket right out of hell.”
Buffy backhanded Whistler clear in the jaw.
“Watch what you say about Angel or next time you won’t have a head for me to hit, got it?” Buffy said angrily clenching her fists.
“Jesus! Didn’t your mother ever teach you violence solves nothing?!” Said Whistler as he grabbed his jaw in pain.
“I find it works a-ok for me and if you don’t start telling me what the hell you’re doing here then I’ll make with the pummeling.”
“Fine, fine. Well, as usual it’s about you and Angel.”
Buffy’s fists clenched as Whistler mentioned Angel’s name. Noticing this Whistler quickly added,
“Easy, I know things are all cafooey with you two love birds and I’m here to let you know that you and Angel are pre-destined to be together.”
"Duck!" Buffy snapped out quickly before as a vampire came up behind Whistler.
Shoving Whistler out of the way, which inevitibly causes him to fall to the ground, Buffy lashes out her pent of anger and anxiety on the unfortunate vamp. Cleaver thought out punch a kick combinations result in a clean stake though the heart, and enough dust to fill an ashtrey.
Dusting herself off and offering a hand to help the stunned Whistler up off the ground, Buffy gets right back to shop talk.
“Anyway, predestination? What are you John Frankin or something, what are we Romeo and Juliet?” Buffy said starting to loose patience.
“That’s John Calvin, and no. It’s not that type or predestination. You’re soul mates, start-crossed lovers, and yes, like Romeo and Juliet. I’m here to prove that to you, to show you how far back you and Angel really go.”
At that, Buffy relaxed, and gave Whistler her full attention.
“Go on.” She said crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“Well, everyone has past lives, once we die our soul gets reincarnated into another being, sometimes reincarnation happens right away and sometimes it takes a little while. You and Angel go way back, you don’t remember your old life, but he does, he remembers it very well, that’s one of the reasons he’s scared to love you fully, he’s lost you once before, before he was changed, and he’s terrified to loose you again.”
“What do you mean, he lost me? Someone who looked like me?” Buffy asked suddenly very curious to see where Whistler was going.
“No, haven’t you been paying attention? He lost you kid, the one person he’s every loved. Only then, your name was Shannon, the year was 1753, a few months before Angel was turned, and you lived with you Stepmother and two stepsisters. Ever heard of a story called Cinderella?” Whistler said half-smiling.
“Wait a min-” Buffy started to say but was quickly cut off.
“Just take this, wear it when you go to sleep and all your questions will be answered.”
Handed to Buffy is a very aged looking necklace; on a long gold chain is a gold ring. Inspecting the inside of the ring there appears to be an inscription, however the ring is so old that Buffy can’t make it out. Looking up at Whistler quickly Buffy says;
“If this is a trick I swear I’ll-“
“Yeah, I know, you’ll use my lungs as a pillow. Now would your old pal Whistler ever steer you wrong?” Whistler said with a wink.
“I’ll find out.” Buffy said, as she turned to head home Whistler called to her.
“Hey kid!”
Buffy turns her head to give Whistler her final attention.
“I hope this helps shed some light.”
Buffy turns and quietly she says,
“I sure hope so.”
TBC
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This is my first fic in a long while so any reviews would be greatly appreciated. I'm going on vacation soon and the followup chapter will arrive in about 2 weeks. Thanks.
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