| The Mask Of Buffy Civil Angel '03 { Buffy thinks of her life and becoming of the Slayer. I just couldn’t decide who is the person referred in the end...so now it’s just up to whoever is reading it! It can be Angel, Spike or whoever you think must have taught her that important lesson...Entirely readers choice! *grin* } Who am I? Is it too much to ask? I’d really like to know why, even I cannot remove this mask. Maybe I was born with it. Wore it like some protective layer. Wore it until it was my turn to inherit, this little title called the Slayer. But it was still a mask. Although a new one. From me did no one ask, if I wanted it to be done. At first did I fight. And believe me, still fight I would. If only there was some other knight, to take the job, THEN fight I could. But I am the only one. The only one with the power. This will never be the job of a son. It will always be someone’s daughter. Will I ever be allowed to see, my children growing up? But let me guess, FOR ME? There won’t be that much luck. My luck is pretty much used now. All used and fought its war. How many hits after my arrow won’t reach its target anymore? I used to be afraid of death. Afraid of letting go. Afraid to count the days still left. Afraid of what I didn’t know. That was until you came. Came and taught me this lesson. You cannot play the game without knowing the reason. The reason I should go on playing, is to find out who is this girl. Until that day, I’ll be letting you to make my world... just twirl. |