Star

No-one can survive long, living like they do. Burning so fierce and true, they are stars bursting into a sea of flames; shining strong and beautifully bright before disappearing forever in a wave of self-destruction.

Sometimes Slayers survive half a dozen years after their calling, if they are smart, if they are lucky. A few mere years spent alight before finally succumbing to their calling; the very thing that made their lives dazzling as a supernova causing their ruin.

She wasn’t allowed to go. They bought her back, dragging her out of oblivion and forcing her to try to relight that flame with nothing left to feed the blaze.

Long before her first death she was weary of this life… having used up everything that made her burn so intensely she was blinding... A dead star.

For her there can be no end, the exhausted fuels have been rekindled with no clear way of extinguishing these smouldering remains.

A/N:- I'm not sure if anyone's reading this... much less enjoying these fragments of mine... but here's another. The next will not come for a while... because the next of these refers to a Buffy later in my series. These may be rather abstract but I wouldn't want to give anything away.