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Buffy Summers’s heart broke when Dawn, her own sister, kicked her out of their house.
Why? Buffy asked herself.
It’s not my fault, is it? Buffy frantically thought. No, she told herself.
This is a war, she reasoned, there have to be sacrifices, regrettable sacrifices, but we need them to win. To keep this world as our world and not The First’s.
How can they kick me out? Buffy wanted to know. Fine, Buffy thought, if they want me to get gone, I’ll get gone.
“Fine,” Buffy told them, trying not to show any emotion. She was guessing that she succeeded from their looks.
She started to walk up the stairs.
“We told you to leave,” Kennedy told her.
“I’m going to pack,” Buffy responded.
She felt her "friends" look at her pityingly. The last thing that she wanted was their pity.
Buffy grabbed the first things that she could find- a few outfits, a few stakes, her stuffed pig, Mr. Gordo, and a few other things. She stuffed them into a tote bag, knowing that she might not be coming back here. All because of her stubborn friends and those whiny Potentials.
Buffy came down the stairs and didn’t look back as she walked out the door.
Buffy held a package that held the scythe that she had gotten from the vineyard and a note that read, CALEB IS DEAD. -Buffy
She left the note and thought about leaving the scythe but took it with her. She had found it and they had kicked her out because she had wanted to go look for it so why leave it for them? They had all agreed that they had all needed her, so if they didn't need her then that was fine, they could get on without her. She looked at the house, maybe she could escape this, being the Slayer. Faith could be the Slayer and she could be the other one. Apparently Faith was the better leader. She could slay just not in the whole apocalypse way.
“Good bye,” she whispered as she held her bag and turned away from the house- maybe forever, because she was leaving Sunnydale. If they didn’t want her to fight, she was not going to stick around to die.
Buffy let a few, repressed tears roll down her face as she sat on a bus, it reminded her a lot of a scene that she had lived five years ago, just after she had killed Angel to save the world. She looked out the window and the “You Are Now Leaving Sunnydale” sign. Maybe she would be lucky and leave the Hell Mouth forever. Her destiny wasn’t there anymore.
When she had sacrificed herself instead of Dawn to save the world, that had been her destiny, now she was just going through the motions.
She would never be able to escape her duty to fight the forces of darkness. Maybe if she were somewhere other than the Hell Mouth she would be able to avoid it.
That was why she wasn’t going to L.A., L.A. had a lot of demons and vampires, including Angel, that was his turf, not hers, plus the the bonus awkwardness of being in the same city as her ex, who she sure to bump into from time. Buffy was going to stay in California though. She liked California, it was nice and warm. She was going to San Francisco. She had gone there once with Dawn and her dad when her dad had still cared about her.
Will I ever see them again? Buffy wondered when she thought of her friends and family.
In San Francisco Buffy worked at a diner that was a lot like the one that she worked at in L.A. Buffy didn’t like working at a diner very much. There are always those fat sexist pigs that hit on you which is never fun. Buffy’s day consisted of waking up, working, going home- home being a cheep motel since there are no apartments available that she could afford.
Buffy stood in the diner thinking about the times that she had spent with Willow and Xander. That weird musical with the water buffalo that they had watched the night before Buffy had been invited to the frat party came to mind.
Back then, would she ever have guessed that this was where she would end up?
Maybe when Faith first showed up, Buffy should have sensed that they would pick Faith over her someday, they loved her laid back attitude.
One question just kept popping up in her mind, Is it my fault that all of those potentials died?
“Buffy,” get to work the manager yelled at her, snapping her out of her daze.
Buffy went over to a guy who was sitting at the counter.
“What can I get ya?” she asked with her notepad out.
“Just a coffee,” he answered.
He was attractive in a way, he was blond and kind of cute, but didn’t really seem much like Buffy’s type, even if he was, Buffy noticed a wedding ring on his finger.
A few minutes later, Buffy returned with his coffee.
What Buffy didn’t know as she walked away with the check was that he knew exactly who she was and knew exactly why she had chosen to go to San Francisco and knew exactly how her life would change.
That night when she was patrolling, there were no vampires and her muscles were tense from not being used.
Maybe this is a sign, she thought, maybe I should just stop slaying, no one, not even my own watcher thinks that I can do my job anymore, not my friends, or any of those Potentials. They never did, Buffy realized.
She wandered around restlessly for hours, not seeing anything in the supernatural much more than a dog.
That final minute when she was about to give up was when her entire life changed. She saw the demon the demon that would help her make the discovery of the lifetime, a discovery so big that it would go way up with when she found out that she was the Slayer.
Buffy held the red and silver scythe in her clenched fist as she took her fighting stance. Then, she noticed something strange about the demon. It wasn’t her type of demon, it was different. Then she saw it. A green ball of energy coming straight at her, one that was surely send Buffy the Vampire Slayer who had lived for years more than most Slayers and had thwarted death time and time again. Buffy screamed before she saw that it hadn’t hit her. Then she screamed again when she found out the reason for its miss.