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The big final fight went down. Of course it was long and bloody. As usual the good side came out in the end. Not sure exactly how we did it with so many of them coming but we continued to fight and fight. And then when we though we couldn’t fight anymore there was a surprise. Somehow Angel made some contact with Andrew and got some slayers over here just in time. Of course the bloody bastards still had us outnumbered but we managed to fight our way though till there was only but a small amount left. That’s when we let them have it.
Slayers really were amazing, especially that one. The one that was always on my mind, the actual chosen one, Buffy Summers. Yea yea, there were all these little want to be chosen ones running about now a days but they weren’t the real slayer. The actual chosen one, they were only given that power because of her, Buffy. The little sods should be thankful that she did that, most of them would’ve never lived to had their chance as slayer. They would’ve had to wait till Faith die for just one of them to be chosen. But now they all were thinking they were so powerful and cool. No matter how many slayers were out there running about there would always be one in my eyes.
So after the big fight we parted ways, wasn’t much more for me to do here in LA and hey why not do a bit of travelling, or was that really an excuse to see Buffy. Not like she would want to see me as it was. ‘sides I still had that “I love you” from her which I know she would take away once I saw her. She only said that cause she felt sorry for me, and thankful in a way. I was ending my life to save the whole goddamn world, what better way to make someone feel good before they die then saying “I love you”.
As much as I told myself not to come here I was here, as in Rome. The place where Buffy was, of course she was with the Immortal or something like that. That’s what Angel and I saw when we came here. I probably won’t even tell her I’m here, maybe just have a peek and see if she’s alright. After that I’ll just leave. Yep, just take off like that. She doesn’t need to see me anyways, don’t want to make her feel bad for saying that to me.
I remembered the place that she lived from the last time I was here. I stood outside of it pleading with my mind whether or not I should do something ‘bout it. No matter how many times I told myself I didn’t want to see her that it wouldn’t be right, I still found myself here wanting to see her.
“Bloody ‘ell!” I exclaimed as I paced back and forth.
Slayers really were amazing, especially that one. The one that was always on my mind, the actual chosen one, Buffy Summers. Yea yea, there were all these little want to be chosen ones running about now a days but they weren’t the real slayer. The actual chosen one, they were only given that power because of her, Buffy. The little sods should be thankful that she did that, most of them would’ve never lived to had their chance as slayer. They would’ve had to wait till Faith die for just one of them to be chosen. But now they all were thinking they were so powerful and cool. No matter how many slayers were out there running about there would always be one in my eyes.
So after the big fight we parted ways, wasn’t much more for me to do here in LA and hey why not do a bit of travelling, or was that really an excuse to see Buffy. Not like she would want to see me as it was. ‘sides I still had that “I love you” from her which I know she would take away once I saw her. She only said that cause she felt sorry for me, and thankful in a way. I was ending my life to save the whole goddamn world, what better way to make someone feel good before they die then saying “I love you”.
As much as I told myself not to come here I was here, as in Rome. The place where Buffy was, of course she was with the Immortal or something like that. That’s what Angel and I saw when we came here. I probably won’t even tell her I’m here, maybe just have a peek and see if she’s alright. After that I’ll just leave. Yep, just take off like that. She doesn’t need to see me anyways, don’t want to make her feel bad for saying that to me.
I remembered the place that she lived from the last time I was here. I stood outside of it pleading with my mind whether or not I should do something ‘bout it. No matter how many times I told myself I didn’t want to see her that it wouldn’t be right, I still found myself here wanting to see her.
“Bloody ‘ell!” I exclaimed as I paced back and forth.