Creative Writing: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

When reality took a turn for the surreal, that was where Buffy lived. Monsters and lingering in cemeteries and back alleys and death prophecies. A day had passed, and she wasn't coping, wasn't dealing, she was just taking life one demon fight at a time. It was hard not to tell Willow about the prophecy; Willow, who was talking about Homecoming dances or colleges and the rest of their lives. Buffy never noticed before, how much of living was spent on thinking about the future; Dawn talking about her birthday in six months or their mom talking about a maybe-vacation over the summer. She wondered if they'd still go without her, and she hoped they would.

A rising vampire stirred Buffy from her thoughts, the earth was clawed aside to
Tossing Angel back, she remembered something they'd joked about, back when they were flirting... if she could take him. The look on his face of shock and anger didn't look joking now. Eyes glowing yellow, Buffy ignored him, turning back to Spike. Splintered tree everywhere, she bit back a crack about a stake factory, and saw blood running down his nose and mouth; probably his, judging from Angel's knuckles. Spike was up, making a show of licking his lips in a way that made Buffy roll her eyes, and he saw she looked a bit better with rest and time.

"Does that face mean you're okay then?" She hoped she sounded annoyed. Unsure of why, she tried not to question that impulse and sighed, looking between the two vampires.

"Right as rain, pet." He smiled at her, still bloody and vamped out and he saw her want to laugh. Right as rain, he thought.

"So it's true then?" Angel was back on his feet, human face returned, charging back into Buffy's face.

With a hand, Spike kept him at bay, and that made the Slayer smile too, even though she kept rolling her eyes at
Oh you've really got quite the set of-"

"What do you mean tried to stop Spike?" Buffy asked Angel, but her eyes went to Spike.

"Buffy," Angel had explanation in his voice. "I was only looking out for you- I had some Sunnydale contacts look Spike up-"

"Had them assault me, more like." Spike lit a cigarette. "Every night there's nasties waiting for a bloke in his own crypt away from home."

"It was only to get you to get gone," Angel snarled at Spike, and Buffy saw red all over.

Since becoming the Slayer, since the prophecy, Buffy had trusted only a handful of people and a whole bunch of them let her down. Angel had pulled a disappearing act, Giles had drugged her, her family tried but didn't understand- even if she'd had to pay Spike, she'd paid him as an insurance policy on her life and Angel had undermined that from a city