Disclaimer: Seven Days belongs to someone who is not me. Buffy does not belong to me either.


I turned away from the window as the sky flared a sickly orange again and the sky rained ashes. There’s something downright disheartening in watching the world end. It’s worse when you’re the slayer and saving it is your job. To know that after all I’ve done, the world ends because of something I couldn’t hope to stop, let alone fight. Or, at least, that’s what I’d thought the first time it happened. Imagine my surprise when before my eyes time rewound, leaving me standing where I’d been a week earlier with the world still going on. The first time I looped it was smaller; terrorists attacked the white house and plunged us into a war. I’d thought it was just a dream when I ‘woke up’ and everything was back to normal.

The second time it was a virus, airborne Ebola sweeping the globe faster than anyone could hope to stop it. Then suddenly it went away and I was a week back in time. By the time I’d even convinced myself I wasn’t dreaming the day it had happened had come and gone with no virus. I’d wondered if I was loosing it? Stress from slaying, stress from school. Maybe I did belong back in that Ward after all? Then again, after being killed by a Master Vampire, coming back, and stopping him from unleashing hell on earth in the span of an hour, nothing really seems too unbelievable.

It’s been a year now, and I’ve seen the world end again and again and again. Well, not the world, necessarily, but countless tragedies worse than what any of the things I fight would do. I guess I should be comforted that someone’s out there, stopping these things after… before… whatever. Someone’s out there stopping them. I wonder, if I fail, will someone come and change the world for me too?