It was strange how quickly she had fallen back into the routine of slaying. Going out, finding a vamp or the occasional demon, turning them to dust & sending them straight to hell.
Though she was only going through the motions, doing what everyone wanted her to do because it was NORMAL for her. Buffy slaying was just another day, meant nothing was different, nothing had changed. The slayer hadn't been dead for months & she certainly hadn't been at peace. No, they all seemed to believe she had been suffering in some hell dimension, never once considering the alternative. Spike knew, oddly enough she had confided in the vampire but not her best friends. Perhaps because Spike wouldn't make her feel less. Wouldn't be guilty, wouldn't make a BIG DEAL. It was done, she had been happy but had been selfishly stripped from that happiness, pulled back into the darkness & the violence of this world.
She put up a front, smiled, laughed, but it wasn't truthful. She wasn't happy. She wasn't ANYTHING. Numb. Dead inside. Ironic all things considered.
She had just taken down her second vamp of the night when the smell of cigarette smoke filled her nostrils, had her pausing. Electricity in the air. This wasn't the vampire that usually followed her from the shadows but someone else. Someone all too familiar to the blonde slayer.
She didn't turn, merely tucked her stake into the waistband of her pants, looked up towards the sky & greeted the intruder.
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