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Jun 10 2018, 05:25 AM
[dohtml]<div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify;">Another one. Buffy was ready to search for another door fragment. The first time with Spike...the slayer shook her head, there was no time to think about her previous mission. She had to think about the now. Finding a portal wasn't so easy, especially because Buffy didn't have any sort of magic power or super-sense telling her where a new portal was opening. Back in Sunnydale, when she was searching for a portal to Storybrooke, Buffy had followed vampires because apparently they could sense these things. Unfortunately, there were no vampires that she could use to find another portal in Storybrooke, sure, there were vampires in the city but she guessed that they were busy right now, especially Spike. Buffy's thoughts went to Angel again, it was inevitable. She missed him and she wished that he was here with her. But, it was actually better that he was still in the Mysterious Islands, at least there were still some people ready to defend the innocents against the creatures of the night.
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Buffy was walking around and about searching for another portal, her trusted Mr. Pointy with her in the pocket's jacket. Yeah, Angel's jacket. The slayer let out a sigh "Snap out of it, Buffy" she told herself, it wasn't time for brooding. After walking for awhile, Buffy saw someone else. Everything seemed normal, just another person in Storybrooke, but then something started changing under the other's person feet. Buffy frowned, not understanding at first what was happening. Was the ground changing? Was it just an optical illusion? But then recognition hit her. The way that the ground was changing, she had already seen it before, it was a portal. A portal was opening just under this other's person feet. It was time to intervene before it was too late.
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"Step away from there!" Buffy charged towards the other person, running faster than the average human. Now that she was closer, the slayer could clearly see the shape of a man, but she could also see that the portal was about to open under his feet. Buffy's intention was to push the man away from danger, but things don't always go as planned. Oh, she reached the man alright, but she also stopped feeling the hard ground against her boots. That's when she realised that the portal was completely open and that they were falling into it. Buffy had assumed that the man hadn't noticed the portal under his feet because the portal had appeared so suddenly. But, perhaps the man had been waiting for it. Either way, there had been no time to ask questions due to the portal opening itself so Buffy had had to act promptly.
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However, there was time now. The portal was gone and brought them...in a place without colour whatsoever. Everything was just different shapes of grey. Not just fifty though. It wasn't a side effect of jumping the portal because she had used portals before and colour blindness had never occurred before. So, or this was the first time or the realm was really without colour, she should ask what the man was seeing "Do you see any colours?" she was starting to get a little bit worried, she didn't want to be colour blind due to a portal. But, perhaps that was the wrong question to start things off. Buffy looked at the man "I'm sorry, but I thought that you were in danger, I was trying to push you away from the portal that was opening under your feet" the slayer explained "But, if you actually wanted to jump into the portal then..." Buffy opened her arms wide to point at the surroundings "...here we go, I don't know where we are though" Buffy walked towards the man to help him get up if he needed it "I'm Buffy, nice to meet you" although the circumstances of their meeting were a little bit rough, it was still nice to meet another person.</div>
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Jun 9 2018, 04:43 PM
[dohtml]<div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify;">Buffy stopped in front of Spike's crypt. She was just standing there, letting the chill of the night stinging her cheeks. She was wearing Angel's jacket with a blue t-shirt and jeans, concluding with a pair of boots that Buffy had had to wash so many times after kicking zombies in their heads. She was fidgeting with her hair, putting her hair into a ponytail for the third time. She was taking time. It wasn't about the mission, it wasn't about the door fragments, Buffy wasn't nervous about that. She was a vampire slayer who had sacrificed herself for the cause more than once so going searching for some door fragments wasn't exactly troubling her. It was Spike. After telling him that there could be nothing between them on San Valentine, Buffy had been feeling like things were awkward between them. She was sorry, but she genuinely believed that Spike deserved the truth.
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A part of her thought that it was better going alone. Asking Spike for help could be seen as untactful, however there was no time to spare. Thanks to experience, Buffy knew how to deal with these situations so she was aware that she couldn't do this all by herself and that was when Spike came in. It wasn't really a choice after all, she needed to ask Spike for help. It was that conviction that persuaded Buffy to finally step into Spike's crib, or better, crypt. As soon as she was inside, Buffy started remembering her time spent in Spike's crypt back in Sunnydale. How she had used him to make herself feel better. Guilt gripped her heart and she almost stepped back out, but no, her sense of duty told her that frankly her feelings didn't matter right now because there were more important matters to attend.
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"Spike?" Buffy called out while looking around, she could feel Mr. Pointy in her jacket's pocket, not that she was going to use it on Spike, it was just a habit of hers to be mindful of her weapons when around vampires. Buffy truly hoped that he was here or she would have to go looking for him. Lost in thought, Buffy had wrapped her hands around Angel's jacket, it was the only thing of him that she had besides the ring and sword, things that she had left behind because those weapons could become dangerous in the wrong hands and she didn't know where this adventure would lead to. It would be really ironic if it was Sunnydale. Suddenly Buffy dropped her hands, feeling that thinking of Angel wasn't fair to Spike. Yes, it was ridiculous, but emotions were ridiculous sometimes.
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London. UK. Buffy would have loved to be here in different circumstances. For example, she would have loved to be just a tourist with her friends, having fun, but no she was here due to that self-entitled Watchers Council.
Buffy didn't like the Council. According to her, the Council's members were just self-entitled pricks. They pretended obedience and respect. In Buffy's opinion, if someone pretended respect then it meant they didn't deserve it in the first place. The Council's members didn't know what it was like to be on the battlefield, to slay vampires and other demonic creatures of death. Instead, Buffy was well aware. She had sacrificed her own life to save others. The Council should respect her and not viceversa. Instead, the Council had also ordered Buffy to lie to her mother. Joyce believed that her daughter was on a school trip, a lie manufactured by the Council itself.
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Even though Buffy loathed the Council and its members, she couldn't help but feel a little worried. There had to be a reason why the Council had made her travel so far. The slayer hadn't wanted to come, but she was also curious. Was there another apocalypse? No, if it was that important then Giles would have travelled with her. Perhaps it was some kind of test, one that she had to overcome by herself without the help of her watcher. It wouldn't be the first time, after all.
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Buffy walked at the rendezvous point, a shut down library. Cliché much? She knocked at the door and a Council's member invited her inside. Buffy entered inside and the Council's member pointed at a seat that she took. In front of her there was a blackboard with stuff written on it. A name, John Mitchell, and some information about a massacre on a train. Ok, this was serious.
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Another Council's member came in "Miss Summers" he called "You must wonder why you have been summoned, well, there is a huge matter that we have to deal with" Buffy rose a sarcastic brow "You mean, I have to deal with it" the Council's member didn't react to the provocation and kept talking. He explained who John Mitchell was, what he had done and his differences from other vampires. That was interesting, Buffy had never met a vampire who could walk under the sun, aside from Dracula, but even the Count had to use some kind of protection at certain hours of the day.
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A chest with slayer's weaponry was put on a table near Buffy, inside there were three wooden stakes and a container with holy water inside "Are you sure this works on him? After all you have told me that silver doesn't hurt him" Buffy asked "We know for certain that he is immune to silver, but we are not sure about the holy water" the Council's member had to admit "So, based on this..." Buffy pointed at the chest "...I have to assume you want me to kill him?" the vampire slayer took a stake and hid it in one of the pockets, she had become really good at hiding stakes, after all she had to do it all the time.
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The Council's member nodded "Yes, that's your task" Buffy had to take a deep breath, task, follow the mission, as if she was some kind of brainless puppet and nothing more. Argh, she hated the Council. Buffy looked at the blackboard again, there were pictures of the massacre, all those innocents people...dead. That was what convinced Buffy "Where can I find him?" she asked while gearing up "This is the location of his house" Buffy had enough to go on now "I'll be right back" the slayer said sarcastically and walked out of the library.

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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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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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