Be Blue
I made my way through the hallways of Wolfram & Hart and came to what almost looked like Angel's old office, only it was different. This must be Eve's office. I started to look around, trying to find something that would explain what had happened to L.A. Everything here was well organized. There was and intersting looking object on the wall, a
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I cocked my head in confusion. The right side? Which side was she fighting for? This mortal...Perhaps she was not in league with Wolfram & Hart. However, I could not afford to make any mistakes. Wolfram & Hart like to play mind games, and I was not about to become a pawn on their chess board. What was this human to me? She was nothing to me...My only loyalty was to Angel and Spike who were trapped in another dimension. I needed to find them and this girl was only wasting my time.
"You insolent little fiend. I do not know you, or why it is that you are her for, but I grow tired of you..."
I grabed her again and punched her stomach, she fell to the floor, I flashed a smile, but she only looked up at me. I could see a certain determination in her eyes.
She was hurt, but she was also strong... I had to acknowlege that, she had spirit, but that would not save her on this night. She was in my way and she was wasting my time. I walked up and picked her up by the throat. I pinned her againt the wall.
"Why do you insist on fighting? I am a god. You are only slowing down the inevitable."
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I went in for another hit..and then another kick..not phasing her, while this time, I'm standing here, with blood on my face. I was so going to feel that in the morning..if there was a morning. She hit me, just as I was thinking that. I hit the floor again. They were too hard, and I once again had to catch my breath. My wheeze, should have made her happy. She was beating me, but I wasn't going down until I either got my answers, or every bone in my body was broken. I looked up at her. I started to get up again, and she grabbed me by the throat, not helping my inability to breathe situation. I tries to pry her fingers away from my constricted airway, but it wasn't working.
"Why do you insist on fighting? I am a god. You are only slowing down the inevitable."
At this I kicked her Hard..this caused her to loosen her grip, and gave me the opportunity to keep kicking her till she let me go. I uppercut her, barely making an impression...but at least I was making one. No matter how small..
"Because it's my Job.."
I hit her again, her listening, but my hitting her didn't phase her feeling..but it made me feel better.
"Because it's my destiny.."
This time I kicked her, maybe breaking a bone in the bottom of my foot.
"Because I want to."
Every bone in my body was aching..No. Burning with the pain that I hadn't felt for years. . I was struggling with every breath. But I wasn't letting her win that easily. I'm Buffy. I'm the slayer, because I want to be..not for me, but for everyone else..and most of all, for Angel.
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"Because it's my Job.."
She hit me hard. I only flinched.
"Because it's my destiny.."
This time she kicked me hard. I almost fell back wards but I reganed my balance.
"Because I want to."
I could see she had been struggling with every punch. I could see the pain on her face. But she was relentless. Could it be?
"Slayer?" I said.
And just as quickly as I had begun to fight with her I stopped. I stood in front of her and cocked my head. Yes...this has to be her. I knew what the other slayer...Faith...looked like from the shell's memories. But this one...this one was strong, and of age, and she had a relentless spirit.
She had fought well. She had proved to be a worthy opponent and worthy of my audience. And she was here, in Los Angeles. ...Looking for answers... ...Looking for Angel...
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"Slayer?" For some reason, I didn't think she wanted to fight anymore, because she just looked at me, not raising her hands, not raising her voice. Just looked at me and cocked her head to the side. I wasn't about to trust her, after all, she did kick my ass. I wasn't going to let down my fighting stance. I was going to wait for her to give me something anything that could prove this fight to be worth it. I stared at her, because we seemed to reach an agreement in something...that the fighting was getting old.
Thank God.
I just looked at her. She got my attention.
"Slayer..yes." Maybe she should have asked me that before she decided to go crazy with er God self. But my attention was not leaving her, waiting for any movement of her about to zone in on me again.
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So she was the Slayer... This was the famed Buffy Anne Summers. This was most pleasing to my ears. I could tell she was leery of me. But this did not disturb me in the least.
She was tired. She had taken all of my wrath and survived. I almost hoped tonights events would have transpired differently.
"I been looking for you Buffy Anne Summers."
I was sure she had questions. And I had all of her answers...
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"I been looking for you Buffy Anne Summers."
I stopped. It knew me? I'm a slayer, but this was odd. It wasn't set out to kill me, I knew that..so being tense, I eased up..only a little.
"Why. What is it that you want from me." I couldn't believe I was having a civil conversation with this... thing..
But it knew my middle name.
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