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Buffy's....alive? [Jan. 24th, 2005|08:23 am]
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I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in my bedroom on the floor. Okay it was just a dream. Ya that's all. I fell asleep and I thought about Buffy being here and she was. I looked to find the phone on the ground and I heard the phone beeping. The call must have ended. I turned my phone off and placed it back in the holder. So it wasn't a dream? Angel had really called and Willow was actually talking to him. And Angel actually said Buffy was alive. I don't really remember much after that.

I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. I also looked at a picture of Buffy and I together. I then started to write. I wasn't exactly sure what to write. I mean I could easily go to Angel to see if this was all true but what would that help. If Buffy really was here wouldn't he be coming here? After thinking about what actually to write I managed to come up with this:

Dear Willow,
I don't know what to say exactly, but I just had to go. Please don't worry about me. I will be back. So sorry about our plans for tonight but something more important came up. I need to go and think. Please don't try to find me.
Love always, Dawnie

I put the picture of me and Buffy on top of the note and I then placed the note on my bed. I was sure Willow would find it. I then opened my bedroom window and stood on the roof and pushed the window shut. Then I walked to the end of the roof and dropped down. I also grabbed a couple flowers from the flower bed.

I started to run just in case Willow saw me. Which I doubted she would. She probably had other people to call. I made my way to the cemtery. I climbed over the gate since I was to far away from the entrance. I ran through till I finally dropped down to my knees and looked at the two graves that sat in front of me. Joyce Summers on one and Buffy Summers on the other. I set the flowers down on each one.

I let the tears flow down my face as I laid down on the graves my face buried into my arm. Nothing makes any sense. If Buffy was alive...then can't mom be to. I couldn't believe it. Not till I saw Buffy again. I couldn't even believe it when she was gone so how could I believe she was back just from a phone call.

(Open to anyone...maybe Spike?)

From: wickedwillow26
2005-01-24 03:14 pm (UTC)
I had just gotten off the phone with Angel, so I made my way back upstairs to see Dawn. I never did answer her question. I walked down the hall, wiping tears from my eyes, and I opened Dawn's door.

"Dawn..?" I asked, not seeing her in there. I saw something on her bed and noticed that it was a note. I went over and picked it up and read it. I looked up and I froze. I walked back out and through all the other rooms and she wasn't there.

I ran back downstairs, calling her name. She was gone. Great, Buffy, now Dawn. She said she was okay and to not go looking for her, but I was worried. I couldn't just sit here and do nothing.

I went back downstairs and sat down on the sofa. Okay Willow, deep breaths, she'll be fine. She couldn't have gone far. Oh Goddess, what if she runs into vampires. Another deep breath. She'll be fine.

I sat there, worried sick, waiting for her to come back.
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[User Picture]From: bloody_wanker
2005-01-27 02:29 pm (UTC)
Bloody hell, this wanker was takin' too bloody fuckin' long and he was gettin' on my last nerve. "Sod it, keep the change mate," I muttered and grabbed my fags off the counter before walkin' out the store. Didn't have time to argue, not one bit. Had to be back to watch the Lil' Bit. More so, I had to make my stop and look over her, them both, just so they know that I was.

'Nuff of that.

Pullin' a smoke out of my pack, I light it up and inhale it, lettin' the nicotine enter my body. Soothin' in a way. Mental thing it is, calmin' my nerves. Shouldn't. I'm dead. Shakin' my head at that, I strut into the graveyard, goin' to my spot on the dirt, but stop when I see the Niblet layin' there. Cockin' an eyebrow, I walk over to her slowly and just stand over her, watchin' her cry.

Wasn't awhile till I finally spoke, lookin' around, then back down at her, "Gonna catch a cold, I reckon, better get you back to the house."
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[User Picture]From: dawn_thekey
2005-01-27 09:42 pm (UTC)
I felt bad for just taking off on Willow like that. I knew she would get worried. She was probably already out looking for me. But I just couldn't stay there. I had to come here. I know Willow would have taken me if I asked but this was just something I had to by myself.

I continued to cry on the ground. Lucky for me there was no vampires out and about. If there were well I image I would get my spot next to my mother and my sister.

"Gonna catch a cold, I reckon, better get you back to the house."

I sat up a bit startled. How long had he been here? No one can ever just leave you along. I bet Willow called Spike and asked him to do a sweep or something.

I probably looked a wreak. My face having dirt on it not to mention the fact that I had been crying for only knows how long now. I simply nodded. I didn't want to argue with him and I knew that he wouldn't just leave me alone. Not out here.

He went to help me up and I brushed his hand off. I got up and started walking. I knew he would follow. We reached the house and I walked inside. I kicked my shoes off and jacket. Then walked and stood in the living room door frame. Where I saw Willow sitting on the couch.
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[User Picture]From: bloody_wanker
2005-01-30 03:58 am (UTC)
Tried to help her up, she wouldn't have that. There was a bit of dirt on her face and I frowned, wonderin' what she was doin' out here. Yeah, she was out here in the graveyard, lookin' over her mum and big sis, but I don't think one should go rollin' in the dirt over it.

Followed her to the house and we both walked inside, me after I stubbed out my smoke. Saw Red on the couch and I shrugged, then closed the door behind us. Took my jacket off and gave Lil Bit a look and picked up her jacket that she left on the floor. Wasn't goin' to yell at her, didn't much care anyway. Not about the jacket.

"Found her out and 'bout, but she's home now," I muttered then walked into the kitchen, fixin' me a cuppa.
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