By Nicky
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Buffy was kidnapped during season two and she escapes five
years later, looking to kick some ass. This story is loosely based
on the published books called ‘The Lost Slayer Series’ by Christopher Golden.
Author's Notes: Finally a beta read version guys! Woohoo! Thanks to Lucy my beta reader for kicking ass, and reading this story. I could hug you.
Rated: PG-13 to R.
Five Years Into The Future (The Present)
Buffy forced herself to do another push up. Her muscles rippled, and a drop of sweat rolled off of her brow. Captivity can make your mind and body weak, but in Buffy's case it was like putting a lion into a cage. She would escape.
Buffy stood to her feet as she heard the familiar sounds of the barred metal door opening. It was dark; they liked it dark. She smiled beneath its protecting blackness. The vampires shouted at her to back up against the wall. She smirked, and licked her lips. None of them knew. None of them. They didn't know how she was going to make them beg for their lives, and she was going to dust them. Her day would come, she almost laughed. She would show them all, all the lot of them, not to mess with the Slayer. She would wait and pounce. Just like a lion.
Five Years Into The Past (The Past)
Buffy paced the graveyard. She would rather be asleep, in her bed dreaming about a life that she could never have. A life with out Slayers or vampires. She rested against a gravestone. The cool, wet grass seeped
through her pants, but she didn't care. Her head nodded off, and her eyelids teetered on closure.
Angel walked through the vast graveyard. He could smell her- Buffy. He smiled at the thought of being near his lover. Angel shoved his hands into his pockets, and continued walking.
Something hit Buffy's face with an awesome force. She woke up. "What the f-" she drowsily called out. Something hit her across her face again. Buffy quickly jumped into fighting stance. Thirty vamps surrounded her. Her palms began to sweat. Not good.
"Hey, you with the fangy face!"
A dork vampire pointed to himself. Buffy nodded. "You run that way, and I'll run that way." Buffy began to quickly sprint, and the dorky vampire ran in the other direction. A vampire clotheslined Buffy, and she fell flat on her back. "Okay, I see you guys are in for a bit of a fight," she groaned.
The vampires fiercely growled. Buffy kicked one in the face, and he fell against an open tree branch. His body combusted into grey ash which faded away into the night air. Buffy smiled."One down, and... a lot left to go." Another vampire hit her against her temple. She fell to the ground, and blood angrily shot out of her mouth. Buffy's eyes became blurry and she blacked out. They grabbed her ankles.
Angel walked into the clearing and a saw a girl being dragged away.
"Hey, you guys wouldn’t be trying to kill someone, would you?" Angel calmly asked. The vamps angrily looked back at him, revealing Buffy's passed out form. Angel's eyes widened in horror."Buffy! Wake up!" She groaned, and slightly turned her head. Angel ran toward a vampire and punched him in the face. Six other vampires knocked out Angel, and continued to ominously drag Buffy through the woods.
The Present
Buffy studied her captors. She had to. She studied their weaknesses, and the way they smelled when they were scared. She enjoyed watching them squirm when they fed her. She lived off of it. And so she trained, waiting for the day when they slipped up. The day they made their mistakes. She would be waiting, and watching.
Buffy wondered what they were like. Her friends. Five years is a long time; a lot could happen. Buffy knew that better than anyone, she was sure. She couldn’t even remember the sky anymore. It was the little things, the things she took for granted, that she forgot first. She couldn’t remember they way her mom smelled, or the way Willow laughed. She wondered where they went, the lost memories. She wondered strange things when she was by herself. Buffy wondered if she was crazy everyday.
But the things she did remember she held on to like she was dying. Angel’s kiss. Her mother’s face. Willow’s eyes. Xander’s goofy laugh, and smile. The way Giles cleaned his glasses when he was considering something. She missed them. But her facade was breaking, and she was tired. So tired of being brave, and fighting. Inside, she was dying. Inside, she wanted to kill herself. But she was afraid, and she hated being afraid.
The Past
Angel awoke. He couldn’t breathe, but then he remembered he didn’t need to. Two hundred odd years doesn’t prepare you for not breathing. Buffy was gone. He couldn’t save her. He had no idea where she was, but he
could feel her. At least she was still alive, and that meant there was hope. Hope that he could find her.
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