Buffy, Afterwards Parody . "Alis Volat Propriis"* · @BuffytVSSummers
14th Jan 2020 from TwitLonger
May you live in interesting times~ Chinese Curse.
Buffy wasn't a contemplative person; action suited her much better. But, this last year, she reflected, she should've stayed in bed. In the fight of her', and the world's life, she'd been called away /somehow/ into somewhere they called "The Mansion, or Manor". She shook her head; if she / Ever/ found out who was responsible for That trick, they would be reviewing their insides from their outsides. She was shaking herself back into her skin slowly. Time had seemed to stand still there, and in a curious way, it still was slowed down.
Winter in Sunnydale, and, although it stayed pretty warm, she still tended to lurk after hours in the streets, looking for a kill. A purpose. Anything. Shuffling through leaves, feet moving of their own volition, she thought back, and tried putting the pieces back into a pattern. The Slayer was good with seeing patterns, but this one evaded her, much to her chagrin. She'd been Here; and then, There. No sense of anything but a time/ place shift. Buffy rolled her shoulders; her neck was stiff from looking up at the sky. Where was that place? Why did she see people in dreams, people who weren't exactly people. Angels. Demons. And the damn discussions, a constant murmur here, there, and everywhere. She quirked her lips into a small smile; In that way, it had reminded her of home, except: Angels, Demons.
Demons? Oh, yeah, she believed in them. Fervently. Violently. And usually in the killing of them. It wasn't philosophical, it was preserving life, as she knew it. She paused. Life. Unlife. There / had/ been a place she'd laid it all down; warm and quiet. If there was a Heaven, that would be it. And then, whoever pulled her strings sling shot her into another dimension , to get her head twisted more. Closing her eyes, she tipped her head back. The stars had always comforted her, but now? Hey, maybe, it'd been an abduction of the alien kind! She could accept that. Then there was the romance with the vampire. She shrugged; wasn't like That hadn't happened before. It had been intense; there was his son...and he'd just vanished, after whatever time they'd spent. Mostly she recalled his eyes, mismatched, but fitting him. The love he had for his son. Her, too, briefly.
She couldn't remember his name, though. That had been stripped from her mind, as had some others from that place. She had a sense of them all; sometimes, like now,the sense of them ran strongly in her mind. Stretching, she kept walking. Buffy hated things "just happening". It was her life, though; always with the wacky. She heard someone call her name and recognized Willow right away. The redhead caught up with her, and fell into step beside her. "You're thinking again." Willow was the only one she'd told. "Guilty as charged." She replied. Willow linked her arm with Buffy's and the comfort was welcomed. "Where do you think it was?" She asked her, because Willow always answered her thoughtfully. And honestly.
After a long time during which the silence stretched out gently, Wil answered her. "Buff, you might never know." Willow stopped her, looking at her earnestly. "And I'm not sure you need to.Life around here? No guarantee of another day. " She liked her arm back into Buffy's. The shorter blonde nodded. "Yeah, you're right." She smiled for her friend. "Besides, I'm sure there'll be another / something/ thrown at me soon. " Willow nodded and said the thing Buffy had hoped she'd say. "Next time, they better take me, too. I have better questions." Buffy laughed, "I'll make sure I can wrangle tickets for two." They walked along, and Buffy let it go; Willow was right. Bound to be another "Something", waiting There Always was.