1. First Fight

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.

The End

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