Location: The Vineyard to begin
Thread Status: Open to Faith, Spike, Samantha, Xander, Willow, Oz
It's dark by the time Buffy leaves her house. The home that she once knew as her safe place, her only zone away from the vampires and her calling has now become the centralized zone for just that. Gone are the days where she could be both girl and slayer. Behind her are the excitement of dances, boys, and staying out with her best friends. Once upon a time she had time to worry about things like finals, homework and what the principal thought of her. She doesn't have that luxury anymore.
She had tried so hard to keep those things for herself, and then, again, she tried and failed to keep those things for Dawn. She wanted so much for this calling to affect only her. As it rightfully should. She knows now why slayers work alone.
If they don't. People get hurt. People die. Peoples lives get turned upside down all because they happen to be in the general vicinity of the slayer.
Fate calls her chosen. The books call her sacred. She calls herself cursed. She wonders these days if there is a difference.
She never asked for this. Now she is not sure she could ever be anything but this. What is she if not the muscles under her skin and the fire in her gut? Even if you took away all the fates had bestowed upon her, she would still be the slayer.
This knowledge is what makes her know in her core that they have a shot at this. If she really, honestly thought that they were going to lose, she isn't sure if she would still be here. If she would let these girls still be here. She knows they need to stay together, the bringers made sure of that. When she thinks of all the potentials that she will never meet because their blood-line has been wiped off the earth her heart aches. She blames herself, but doesn't fully understand why.
They are killing potentials because they are scared, because the slayer is the only thing standing between this world and the next. Slayers have the power. Everyone wants it. The council has spent it's entire existence trying to control it. It was Buffy who stood up to that council, only to watch it burn in her absence. All things connected to the slayers were in danger.
The slayer is meant to fight to save the world, now she finds herself fighting to save herself and what would be her replacements. It feels wrong somehow, but she doesn't know what else to do. She can't let these girls die.
She is entering the dragons mouth tonight. Caleb is hiding something. She wants to know what. She needs to know. Anything that can help her fight back this darkness is desperately needed.
She is fighting blind, for once, there is nothing in her future but ash and smoke. It's unclear. She's terrified. She can't tell anyone this of course. She has to be strong. That's her job.
She finds herself standing in the vineyard. She's stalling she knows, but she isn't sure what lays ahead of her, and for the first time in years she's nervous. Her palms are sweaty. She swallows slowly, flicks her wrists out beside her and cracks her neck, limbering up, though she's not sure what good it will do.
She lets out a slow breathe.