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Feb 20 2018, 11:25 PM
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Buffy was a little bit nervous. She had spent some time in front of the mirror, changing clothes over and over again. She would look at her reflection on the mirror and think: Does this dress give the wrong message? Buffy wanted to be as straightforward as possible, she owed that much to Spike. So, Buffy had finally decided to wear a red blouse with a pair of jeans, her blonde hair waving in the breeze. It wasn't one hundred percent elegant, but it wasn't completely casual either. Buffy, you are overthinking this.
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But, how couldn't she? She had used Spike, she knew it. At the time she had needed someone at her side, someone who would love her, show her attention. She had been going through so much. Being in Storybrooke felt like a vacation, away from all the responsibilities back home. Buffy was feeling guilty, not only towards Spike, but towards her duty as a slayer too. Even though she couldn't do much about her slayer life right now, she could set things right with Spike before it was too late, in case he disappeared from the city.
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Buffy had given a message to Spike to meet at the Carnival, but she wondered if he would show up at all. Why not? But, maybe he had found someone else during his stay in Storybrooke, so he could be busy today. Buffy shook her head a little chuckling at the idea of Spike spending Valentine's day with flowers and chocolate.
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While waiting for Spike at the entrance of the Carnival, Buffy glanced at her surroundings. Seeing so many people in love brought memories of Angel. Her heart sank. She missed him so much, but they had to stay apart.
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Someone walked by and picked a card from a booth, wrote something on it and then the card flew away. By the look of it there were so many booths and people were having fun. The night was giving the Carnival a nice atmosphere, but it only made Buffy feel worse. What was the right way to tell someone: Sorry I used your feelings for my selfish needs.
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Buffy let out a long sigh trying to relax a bit, standing there waiting for Spike was making her even more nervous, especially with all the lovey dovey couples passing by.

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Dec 26 2017, 08:20 AM
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Buffy's mother was waiting for her, but here she was instead fighting vampires and the rest of the not-so-dead. She hated this. The vampire slayer wanted to spend this time of the year with her mother right now instead of doing her job, it was Christmas, even slayers had the right to a day off, right?! Well, apparently no. It was so unfair. She didn't have a normal life anymore. She couldn't even spend Christmas with the her family. Not only that, but Buffy knew that she would have to deal with her mother's wrath, Buffy could imagine her mother's angry voice: where were you, Buffy?!
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That was a question that Buffy couldn't reply to. Where she had been. Killing vampires, mum! It's my new hobby! Argh. This was going to be the most horrible Christmas ever. She shouldn't be here fighting monsters, but her conscience was telling her otherwise. During the years, Buffy had started growing a sense of duty that she just couldn't shake off anymore. She had changed. No more cheerleader with no worries, but vampire slayer with a stake. Buffy had seen some vampires taking advantage of the Christmas time and snatch valuable flesh blood. Also called humans. Especially the very young. Buffy couldn't just let it happen.
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Sure, she couldn't kill every single one of the vampires in Sunnydale. But, usually a killing spree was enough to scare the others away for the rest of the night. Everyone should have a merry Christmas without the danger of being eaten alive. It had been a few hours now, Buffy was standing above a tomb, heavy breathing, her hair a mess with dried blood on her forehead. Let's not talk about her clothes, they were a mess after the fighting. But, at least the adrenaline was still in her veins, that was helping make her feel a little bit better. Especially now that she had to face her mother. Buffy put the stake away and started walking home.

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Oct 5 2017, 02:09 PM
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Buffy let out a long sigh while looking at the castle. The tall wall, impossible to climb, even for her. Ah, she missed Sunnydale. There was some evil to slay anywhere she went anyway. But, there was a huge difference here. She wasn't the only one who could do something. Who could act. She was the slayer, but it didn't really matter in a city like Storybrooke. In a city full of magical beings and heroes, well, villains too of course. Actual villains, from fairytales. Buffy hadn't even been surprised when she found out that most people here came from stories, after all she came from a tv series in this world.
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Buffy couldn't do much against magic and she knew it. She couldn't do much against gods and powerful witches, her experience had taught her that much. Usually, in Sunnydale, she and her Scooby Gang would research info about the Horned King and find a way to destroy him. But, things were different here in Storybrooke. Buffy hadn't found much about the Horned King, in reality she hadn't found anything. She hadn't had the time, action kept her busy. Action like right now. Buffy had just cut off a zombie's head with the Blessed Sword, although it was just a sword if not used against its designed target. It was a very good sword though, Buffy liked using it in battle, better than firearms. She didn't like firearms, especially after getting shot.
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Okay. She wanted to go inside. Exploring. Finding clues. Surely, she couldn't just go slaying the Horned King, he used magic, she had to find a way first. All her battles had taught her something, there was always a way. Buffy looked around, various zombies were approaching her, she would be surrounded soon. Buffy ran towards the entrance with the sword pointed in front of her, she didn't even flinch when she impaled a zombie. However, she gasped when she noticed someone else behind the zombie, she had to stop or the sword would spike again. Buffy had to stumble to stop her momentum. She managed to point the sword against the wall, but she stumbled into the person she was trying to not stake. Buffy stumbled into Spike, her body was against his, but she took a step back as soon as possible.
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Buffy opened her mouth to say something, but she had to turn around when she heard a zombie walking behind her. She kicked the zombie in the chest, but strongly enough for her booted foot to go through the zombie's chest "Yuck" Buffy moved her foot away and stood next to Spike "We better go inside" she suggested seeing how many zombies were still approaching them.

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Buffy woke up with a terrible feeling in her chest. She had felt that before, usually before battles. She was used to it, but she had had enough duels and whatnot to know better than lower her defence, even for a moment. The slayer had heard about the castle full of zombies. Was that the reason why the zombies weren't around Storybrooke anymore? She hadn't needed to patrol recently, sure, she still walked around to check that everything was fine, but zombies weren't a problem anymore. She had wondered where they had gone.
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Buffy took Mr. Pointy and the Blessing Sword hidden in her room at the Inn, she had to move something that would be heavy for the average person, but she just used her hand without breaking a sweat. Buffy put the sword behind her back, it was in the holster that had a shoulder strap. She didn't even need to explain anymore when she got out of the Inn with weapons on. People were used to this sort of stuff here in Storybrooke, it seemed. She was wearing jeans and a grey shirt with sport boots, clothes that could be thrown away, she didn't want to ruin her everyday clothes. Her blond hair up in a ponytail.
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A part of her didn't want to go. This wasn't slayer business after all, not really. This wasn't Sunnydale, she didn't owe anything to anybody. But, slayers were supposed to save innocents from evil creatures of death, so she knew that she wouldn't forgive herself if she stayed behind. She had died already for the cause, after all. Shivers went down her spine and she had to close her eyes for a moment, she didn't like remembering her own death(s). Especially because she remembered not being so bad. She had been in a nice and warm place, maybe heaven or whatever it was, instead living was hell. But, she couldn't say this to her friends, the ones who had brought her back.
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Buffy let out a long sigh and started walking towards the forest, she had heard that the castle was there, somewhere. After walking for awhile, Buffy had started noticing something "Villains always have special effects" she thought while looking around, a fog had appeared and it was becoming ticker and ticker. It was probably just a coincidence, right? Just weather being melodramatic.
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Buffy knew that she was close not due to the fog, but noises. Zombies noises that she had heard so many times while patrolling. Her hand went automatically to the sword's grip. However, she stood there for few seconds, her eyes focused on what was in front of her. A castle. Or better, a sturdy wall. Could she jump over the wall? No, too tall. Could she climb it? Maybe "Oh, there is a gatehouse over there" there were zombies there too. Buffy tilted her head "Decaying, much?" she was talking about the zombies that were guarding the castle and coming towards her. They were just a few for now, but she had a feeling that their number would soon increase.
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Buffy grabbed her sword from the holster and attacked the zombie nearest to her. She kicked the zombie right into the chest and sent it against a wall. The zombie had landed near someone "Dracula?!" Buffy recognised him and had said his name out of pure surprise. Of course she had to meet a vampire out of all the people in Storybrooke "I'm the vampire slayer, I get it" Buffy sarcastically thought while running towards the zombie to finish it off. She cut off the zombie's head while it was busy getting up "Fancy meeting you here" it always stroke her how different he was from the Dracula that she had met in her own world.

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<div class="letter1"></div> Buffy had been worrying a lot lately. She didn't want to stay here. Sure, there were days she couldn't deny how peaceful her life had been recently with no vampires to slay and no innocents to save. But, she couldn't enjoy it because a part of her felt responsible. How many innocents had been dying because there was no slayer to protect them? Who would keep the Hell Mouth from opening? No one else could, but the slayer. She had received those slayer-powers for a purpose, a purpose that she couldn't fulfil if she kept staying in Storybrooke.
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That was why Buffy kept walking around the city every chance she got even though the zombies hadn't been showing up that much. She was trying to find a portal. If vampires from her world were here then she would use them to find portals, it seemed that they could sense them somehow. However, she couldn't so she had to walk instead. Damn, it was even more boring than waiting for a vampire to rise from the dead. Perseverance, that was what she needed.
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She had been walking around for weeks with no luck so far. After all portals just didn't pop up when you needed them. They appeared randomly and in randomly locations. Buffy wondered how many times a portal just appeared after she had done searching that area? Like, even behind her and she just hadn't seen it? The slayer took a deep breath, ready to call it an unfulfilling night with no portals, when she suddenly stopped walking. A portal. In front of her. A moment there was nothing and then: bam! A portal! Buffy started walking towards the portal, maybe it wouldn't bring her to Sunnydale, but it was a step towards the right direction anyway. She was doing something, at least. Trying to go back home.


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