My mother drove me to the graveyard in silence. It was the dead of night in Sunnydale, and the sky was as black as… something very black. Like that heart of a vampire. I was wearing my favourite fighting-tank top. It was black, and comfy; just how I like it— I was wearing it as a nostalgic gesture of my last night in Sunnydale. My carry on item was a short, tight, black leather jacket.
In the Olympic Peninsula, a small, boring town called Forks exists under a constant battle of vampires and other… things. Rain was the only thing that made the town famous—even infinitesimally.
This was where I now exiled myself, to a near constant post as the person who will vow to keep the normality of the town true. Well, kinda…
I loved Sunnydale, and I still do; but to stay there would keep me under constant control from Spike, my ex—and also a vampire. But a broken heart hurts more than no heart, which is his problem.
“Buffy,” my mom said to me- the last of almost a million times – before I got out of the car to bide my friends farewell in the graveyard which I used to keep as my workplace, “you don’t have to do this.”
“Mom, I know. But I want to. I can’t stay here; not any more.” I replied stiffly, trying to get away from her. I couldn’t bear her sad eyes.
My mum looks liked me- blonde hair, brown eyes, and full, sharp lips. I felt a spasm of despair as I stared into her brown puppy-dog eyes, pleading with me to stay with her. But I couldn’t put her in danger. Not any more.
“Mom, I want to go!” I lied. I’d always been a convincing liar, but I’d been saying this lie so frequently, I was starting to sound robotic saying it.
“Okay,” she said as her face fell, “I’ll see you soon.” She continued, “But you promise to come home often. I want to see you. A lot” She insisted.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll visit—I promise. Just… promise to look after yourself, a-and Dawn.” I replied, trying to hide the sadness in my eyes.
She pulled me into a tight hug, as I bent awkwardly into the car to return it, then I left, waving my mum. Waving my life away.
I went to see my friends. Willow, Xander, and Dawn were all standing by an old, crumbling grave. Dawn was leaning on it, a tear rolling down her cheek. I ran up and yanked her into a tight hug. After a while, everyone else joined in. I didn’t have to say goodbye. Doing that was enough.
Suddenly, a hand erupted from the soil under a grave next to me. I pulled it up, revealing a young, annoying vampire, which I threw across the graveyard onto a broken branch of a tree, which punctured his heart. He tumbled out of existence, cinder and ash.