Post by dustywawa on Oct 25, 2011 19:06:44 GMT -8
There she was dancing the same dance that had consumed her life for the last eight years. The petite frame of Buffy slid through the headstones and across the all too familiar landscape of her least favorite haunt. Haunt. Sometimes she did feel like the unnatural one in these supposedly hallow spaces of rest. The crunch of leaves and twigs under her new pumps was the only noise echoing across the night save for the whisper of the wind that toyed with her sense of hearing. She missed the nights when it wasn't just the wind who kept her company through the trenches of her war.
Buffy wondered how her friends were doing without her. It had been quite awhile since any news had come from the likes of Willow, Xander, Giles, Dawn or even Angel. She winced as the memory of her last meeting with that soul filled vampire flashed across her mind. A final goodbye of sorts for if she would have lost against the First rather than activating all the Potentials and sealing off the Hellmouth in Sunnydale. That was then. Now a days the Slayer who had averted apocalypse time and time again felt just another Joe Blow patrolling the night for the protection of others.
As the thoughts raced through her mind about her place in the world now that she wasn't the only one, she had made the entire patrol without having noticed her movements. A sense of calm settled over Buffy, and she made to leave but checked her watch instead. Ten o' ten. It was way too early to turn in for the night. Sighing to herself she sat herself on a small bench overlooking the lay of the slightly hilly cemetery. Her eyes peered over the landscape making sure that none of the graves had been recently dug.
Just as she was about to get snug in her seat, a hand grabbed at her shoulder. Instinctively, she flipped the grabber over the park bench and went for the kill with her stake sliding down her armband fluidly. However, before she made the final blow she jumped back as she realized it was just an old beggar man. "Oh my god, are you okay? I thought you were attacking me, and I'm so sorry. I just mean I and thought you were. Are you okay?" The man got up and ran from the scene as fast as he could mumbling curses in Buffy's direction.
"I tried to say sorry," she commented as she settled back down into her comfort zone. Buffy really needed to stop having these panic freakouts over just anyone touching her. She then realized that she was in the graveyard and that it was perfectly normal for her to get defensive in a place like that at that time of night. "Yeah," she murmured to herself as she played with the stake she had almost slain the man with. The slayer fidgeted for a few moments more before continuing her ever vigilant watch. Maybe just maybe, Buffy wouldn't have to deal with any more surprises tonight. She deserved that.
Buffy wondered how her friends were doing without her. It had been quite awhile since any news had come from the likes of Willow, Xander, Giles, Dawn or even Angel. She winced as the memory of her last meeting with that soul filled vampire flashed across her mind. A final goodbye of sorts for if she would have lost against the First rather than activating all the Potentials and sealing off the Hellmouth in Sunnydale. That was then. Now a days the Slayer who had averted apocalypse time and time again felt just another Joe Blow patrolling the night for the protection of others.
As the thoughts raced through her mind about her place in the world now that she wasn't the only one, she had made the entire patrol without having noticed her movements. A sense of calm settled over Buffy, and she made to leave but checked her watch instead. Ten o' ten. It was way too early to turn in for the night. Sighing to herself she sat herself on a small bench overlooking the lay of the slightly hilly cemetery. Her eyes peered over the landscape making sure that none of the graves had been recently dug.
Just as she was about to get snug in her seat, a hand grabbed at her shoulder. Instinctively, she flipped the grabber over the park bench and went for the kill with her stake sliding down her armband fluidly. However, before she made the final blow she jumped back as she realized it was just an old beggar man. "Oh my god, are you okay? I thought you were attacking me, and I'm so sorry. I just mean I and thought you were. Are you okay?" The man got up and ran from the scene as fast as he could mumbling curses in Buffy's direction.
"I tried to say sorry," she commented as she settled back down into her comfort zone. Buffy really needed to stop having these panic freakouts over just anyone touching her. She then realized that she was in the graveyard and that it was perfectly normal for her to get defensive in a place like that at that time of night. "Yeah," she murmured to herself as she played with the stake she had almost slain the man with. The slayer fidgeted for a few moments more before continuing her ever vigilant watch. Maybe just maybe, Buffy wouldn't have to deal with any more surprises tonight. She deserved that.
