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A Slayer in Shreveport, Part Two

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This story is No. 2 in the series "A Slayer in Shreveport". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Buffy's life in Shreveport has been mostly uneventful since she came to be with Eric. Well, until now that is. Buffy/Eric. Sequel to my 'A Slayer in Shreveport'

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Literature > Southern Vampire MysteriesChloeBlackFR181229,90923512,3108 Jul 1127 Jan 12Yes

Epilogue

Epilogue


(Two months later)

My guilt with letting my Vamp side take over subsided eventually.

Dawn and Sam were fine. Well, not fine, but they are alive and on the road to healing and that’s what matters.

The story of Debbie Pelt is staying safely locked in the minds of the four of us. Well, Faith and Pam knew too, but they definitely weren’t going to tell anybody. We just simply told Dawn that her problem had been taken care of and that was that.

Merlotte’s is on it’s way to being rebuilt and to ease my guilt over hurting Sookie, I made her take the job of being Eric’s day manager. It’s not like Bobby Burnham needed the job anymore.


At this particular point in my life, I was sitting in Sookie’s late cousin, Hadley’s apartment, in New Orleans with Eric, Sookie, Alcide, Dawn and Sam.

Faith and Jason’s relationship had gone sour after my incident with Debbie so Jason refused to join us. He said he already did his duty of helping by turning the other way as Eric dumped a body. And, in a way, he did.

Eric and I had gone to ground here last night so we could be better…prepared for what I was about to do.

We were waiting patiently (sort of) for Faith to get back from the airport. Who was she picking up you ask? Well, I’m sure you can figure it out.

Riley, Sam, Willow and Giles.

Aka the end of my world.

Well, almost. Riley and Samantha already knew. Riley tried calling one day and I, obviously, didn’t answer. He got nervous and called Dawn. She explained the situation as best as she could and he was pissed. I wouldn’t have expected anything else, though.

Eventually, a few weeks after that, he and Samantha came into Fangtasia and I explained everything, in full detail. Riley kept his temper and now we’re fine. A week ago, I sent them notice that I needed them in New Orleans on this very night and voila.

I heard footsteps coming up the hall followed by nervously excited chatter. I gulped several times.

“It’s going to be okay, lover.” Eric said softly, rubbing my back.

I inhaled and exhaled, unnecessarily, several times.

“Oh God, I think I’m going to hyperventilate.”

“Buffy, you don’t need to breathe. Stop breathing and you won’t hyperventilate.” Dawn said.

“Right. No breathing. No hyperventilating.”

The door burst open and Faith came in, with the four others in tow.

“Honey, we’re home!” she shouted.

Riley and Samantha nodded at me and then moved to the side. Willow came in, followed by Giles. They were wearing smiles and they looked happy. Then they looked up at me.

Of course they would’ve instantly known, just by looking at me. They had been trained for that. Their faces fell and then shifted over to Eric.

“Just come in and sit down, please. And don’t say anything. Just let Buffy talk. Okay?” Sookie said.

They sat and I explained. Riley and Sam acted like they didn’t already know. Giles was quiet for a very, very long time.

Willow, however, seemed to just accept my condition at face value and that was that. The only thing she said was “Xander’s going to have a field day with this…”

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Giles spoke up.

“I know very well this isn’t the life you wanted to live and I am terribly sorry that you have to live it now. I’m not at all happy about your new…lifestyle, but, as you said, it’s better than you being dead.”

I figure that was the best I was going to get out of him so I took it.

“Okay, well, now that that unpleasantness is out of the way, let’s get to the reason why we’re all here.”

“And what’s that?” Giles asked, carefully.

“It’s time to plan the take down of one King William Thomas Compton.”

The End

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