I Will Remember You [Cam/Anyone Who Knew Buffy/Anyone Who Wishes To Be Apart Of This Story]

Last edited by Faith Lehane on Sun Dec 09, 2012 1:47 pm; edited 1 time in total

Buffy Summers, Daughter of Khione and Natural Rebel

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The snow spiralled around me, and I smiled, twirling. This was a perfect day. The meadow was covered in icy white; the trees looked like ice cream. I was in my element here. I wasn't even cold, despite my silver dress. My blonde hair was hanging lose, and for once it wasn't bugging me.
Something wasn't right... It was like I needed to remember something. I needed to be somewhere, with someone. But who? And when that answer came around, someone should see fit to remind me what we were supposed to be doing.
I'd rather not leave, my mind whispered.
Here it was perfect. Here I was supposed to be relaxing, in the snow and ice. Snow and Ice... like a storm. It was falling so fast now, and it was so thick, that it could be a storm. But with a storm there should be thunder. And lightning... like Anya.
There seemed to be a flash of red. Such a flash that it drowned out everything else for a moment. Then it cleared...
And I wasn't in the meadow anymore, surrounded by snow. I was in the forest, green plants rushing along as I ran.
There was another horrible flash of red, covering the green.
The meadow was back. Mhm. I like it here. It’s nice, and relaxing... no one shouting. No one calling. What was I supposed to be doing again? Nothing. A glimmer of colour, reds, yellows, blues, a purple. Oh. A rainbow. Pretty. Not the right place for one, granted, not in my place- Auburn.
A flash of red engulfed me.

Breathing heavily, I blinked suddenly, taking in what was around me. I was standing behind a tree, with green plants surrounding me. This was densely covered, but about 20 meters in front of me, there was a large opening into an even larger clearing. And at the very bottom of the clearing, there was a beast like nothing I had ever seen before. It was black, and massive, with two horns and clothes that barely covered it. And it looked a lot like a half bull/half man beast I had seen in one of my Ancient Greek classes.
Oh my Gods. I was hiding behind a tree in the forest, alone, watching an Ancient Greek minotaur. Correction: The Ancient Greek Minotaur.
Well damn.
How the hell did my life lead to this moment? A flash of my most valued memories: My fifth birthday party. Dawnie coming home and I holding her for the first time. Dad bringing me to camp. Meeting Anya when she decided to shock me in Arts and Crafts. Meeting Auburn when I played a prank on the Hera Cabin with some siblings. Getting Keno. Meeting Taylor and the two of us fighting to the death. Meeting Seth and Simon in the forest and the two of us fighting alongside each other.
Well none of them explained why I was now standing, back against and Oak tree.
Maybe today would: I woke up. I got dressed. I'd gone to the Pavilion and started talking to Anya.
'I'm gonna go to the forest and train for a while,' I'd said to Anya on the way out, twisting the ring on my left hand.
'Well I have a meeting with The Empousa,' Anya had mumbled, clearly annoyed.
'The Empousa?'
'Yes. The Empousa,' a look from me and she'd sighed, 'Skyla. She wants to talk to me about something or another.'
'Since when has Skyla been the Empousa? You've only met her once.'
'In which time I have clearly pissed her off and now I have the strange suspicion she wants to speak to me so that she can kill me.'
Then Anya had waved and said goodbye. We'd parted ways laughing.
So no evidence there.
Wait. There was... No. That wasn't evidence either.
Well whatever had led me to here, I was thouraly convinced some God wanted to screw with my head.
Probably my good for nothing Mom.
Instead of continuing my little fight, I looked again. It was The Minotaur. What could go wrong if I decided to fight it on my own? Anya had said just as she'd walked away she'd come and find me during the day. So if I could hold out for a while, then she could electrocute it and we could party.
How hard could it be? And anyways: Imagine what I could say. "I fought a minotaur and lived. So in your face!". The Empousa- Skyla would certainly be jealous.
I had my ring [Actually my sword in disguise, which was awesome] and I had the skill to keep it at bay for a while.
Without realizing I started to walk from behind the tree.
I could actually do this. Or at least that was what my mind was whispering. Bad mind, stupid mind.
Now I must really be crazy because my sword appeared in my hand without me dropping the temperature. Uh oh.
Well, if I die, I blame my mind. Which I count as a totally separate part to me as of now.
The Minotaur was scuffling around another tree at the opposite end of the clearing as I broke through a bush and stepped into what now looked like an arena. Like one of them arenas where only one was going to be able to leave alive. Crap. I blame my Dad for watching them sort of programmes.
'Hey bull man! Whatcha doing?' I called, aware that I was as good as dead.
Well, at least I was still pretty.
It snorted, and started to scratch at the ground like the bulls on TV did in the arenas. Didn't they do a thing like this in Spain? They held out red blankets to tease the bulls. Was I wearing red. A quick glance down.
Well of course it was today I'd decided to wear my new red velvet top.
Aw crap.
It was then that the bull dude started its charge.
'I'm dead meat,' I muttered, before side-stepping.

Snow is awesome.
It’s so white, so icy... its everything that Winter is about. It’s not about Christmas coming and getting presents. It’s not even about the time changes, school holidays, any of that. It’s all about the round getting icy, snow falling, playing, making snow angels, sliding down hills on make shift slides. It’s all about the cold and bitter crystals that freeze your hands and give children hours of fun.
Course, in California, and nearly every other place in America, it didn't snow a lot. Barely ever in fact. But when it did come, it came. Snow didn't waste time making an appointment with the country, knocking at doors, asking would they mind if there was a blizzard. Snow didn't do things in halves.
Laughing lightly, I looked up into the grey sky, my face upturned into the fall of white. Hadn't I been thinking something? Something like a forest.
Nah. Why would I want to be anywhere but here? It would be complete madness.
He'd like somewhere like this. Who he?
Taylor would love-

My breath was laboured as I rolled on the soft, mossy ground, just about making it up to a stand.
There was some more pain though. Worse than the pain in my wrist from the last fall. Something worse than the cuts and bruises that covered nearly every inch of me.
It was only when I went to move that I realized my right side was the cause. It was horrible. Terrible pain. Touching it gently, I felt the tell tale stickiness of blood. And just past that layer, my ribs hurt more than anything else. My whole right side was on fire, my leg sore to stand on.
It was the fall and how it had hit me that had done it.
Just as I had swung my sword, the thing had caught me off guard with its fist. I'd flown through the air, twisting so that I landed on exactly where it had whacked me.
My sword had clattered away, and I could see it glittering in the grass at the other side of the clearing.
Weapon less and drained, I couldn't even gather enough of my energy to freeze the thing.
Then it was right in front of me, and before I gathered my senses I was lying at the base of a tree, groaning and unable to stand up.
What a great idea mind. Funny how you've abandoned me now huh.
My life blood was draining away. That much I knew from the weakness that was talking over everything.
There was something seductive about giving in. About letting the tinge of black at the edges of my vision totally take over, just let it make everything go away. Black spots danced, and it was all I could do to stay conscious.
I couldn't go on like this. Pain covered every inch of me. This was a fight I wouldn't win.
'Help me,' I croaked, crawling from the base, crawling to my sword.
If I could just reach it... if I just had one more swing... I wouldn't let it be wasted. I wouldn't miss its heart.
Even if it meant me myself dying, I wouldn't let the last swing be wasted.
There was another flash. Another flash of my past. Dawn... I wouldn't ever get to see her again. Dad... I wouldn't get to say I loved him ever again. Mom... Joyce, I wouldn't be able to hug her and tell her one more time that she was my Mother, my real mother. Khione had abandoned me. She was leaving me in this dank, mossy forest to die. Dawnie laughing... Dad hugging me tight on top of the hill... Joyce kissing my forehead and whispering "I love you Buffy. Good luck."
Tears stung my eyes, and the pain worsened as I crawled across the ground.
The Minotaur kicked at the ground again, watching me, preparing for the last hit. The last one. The one that would end my pain, and my life.
Please, please, please. Whatever God is listening, I'm begging you. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I want to live. I want to be here for my life. I want to see Dawnie again. I want to be able to see Dad and Joyce, and I want to see snow again. I want to annoy Auburn, and mess with Anya, and fight with Taylor. I want to continue an adventure with Seth and Simon. I want to throw Keno his treats and watch as he acts silly. I want to live, and to fall in love, and eat, and sing, and go to college, get a job... Please, please, please, I don't want to die, my silent prayer.
I didn't have faith anymore in the Gods. I didn't believe they were listening. If they were, I wouldn't be in so much pain. My wrist wouldn't be twisted. I would have my sword by now, I wouldn't be dying.
That was the truth of it. I was dying, slowly. This wasn't where I was gonna triumph. This was where I had made a fatal mistake.
And Anya broke the clearing, running as fast as she could.
I saw her eyes widening as she took in the scene. Me crawling towards a sword that was still so far away. The Minotaur clawing at the ground. Blood, sword, broken ground and flattened grass.
'Buffy!' she screamed, her voice too high, her face too white.
I wanted to call that I was all right. To run, to run as fast as she could away from here. To stay away. Leave me...
Instead I wasn't able to open my mouth, it was too dry. Instead the creature I had come to hate with everything I had left turned, taking in this new target that was so much more appealing.
I saw Anya's knife strapped to her side. I saw how she wouldn't get it out in time, and how even if she did, it wouldn't be enough.
Adrenaline surged through me. Everything might be over for Buffy Summers, but she wasn't about to watch a 14 year old who she'd known for god knows how many years be killed.
I fought every instinct in my body, and forced myself to stop crawling. I forced myself to stand, holding onto the tree for dear life. My leg cried out to my brain in protest and I ignored it, ignored every single nerve that screamed stop, screamed to give into the black that grew bigger in my vision. To prevent more pain.
As the thing turned fully and clawed at the target, I saw Anya frantically trying to take out her knife. And as if watching from another vantage point, I forced my legs to move, to move and to run, and then to bend and to jump.
The Minotaur bucked, just like the rodeo horses did. It bucked and managed to pull me around, and throw me.
I slammed into a tree. A beech tree, I vaguely recalled. I slammed into it about half ways up, the structure shaking.
Falling through the branches, I didn't even have enough energy left to cry out in pain. To cry the tears that had started to build up behind my eyes.
As I hit the ground however, the tears jolted, falling free. The cuts that had been gained from the fall stung like poison.
Through my eyes, my eyes that had started to grow dimmer, which had started to frost over, I saw Anya's face.
She looked like Dawn for a moment, a look of pure hatred, desperation, and quite confidence making her face cold and hard.
The thing turned back to her, and she was ready. Lifting her hands, she sent a charged volt of what could only be described as a blue arc of electricity flying at the thing, catching its shoulder.
It wasn't enough to kill the Minotaur. But the creature turned and ran, ran and ran, going through the bushes and disappearing into the forest.
I wasn't able to move my face to smile, but inside I felt a surge of happiness. And something more: I was incredibly proud. Of Anya, and of Dawn, who I had seen for a split second.
I didn't fight anymore. I didn't need to. I had seen what I needed to, I had seen my beloved sister again. And I had seen my sister in spirit.
As Anya rushed over, and knelt by me, I let go.
The time in the forest with Seth and Simon, we had been attacked by trees. They made you drowsy before pulling you into the trunks to be digested or something. That time, I had almost given into the seductiveness of sleep. But my friends had needed me. And I had fought it enough to draw every single bit of my power into freezing the trees. It turned out they could only be frozen.
This time I didn't want to fight. I didn't want to turn away from the soft walls of black.
This time I embraced them, gladly taking the hand of the shadows, gladly letting myself be pulled away.
The pain would end after all.
'Buffy, Buffy, Buffy it’s gone, you can wake up now, it’s gone,' I heard her voice like it was being echoed around a cave.
But I didn't respond. Instead I just slipped away, my eyes fluttering closed, my breath getting slower.
At least she hadn't died.

There was a flash of something deeper. A deeper red. More like blood.
I was back... back from where? Back from somewhere. This was nicer. This was... it was...
It was the meadow. Where there was snow, and there was ice and there was everything I loved.
This time though...this time... there was something clearly tugging at my mind. This time I was sure that I had been somewhere else. And that somewhere else was the right place to be.
For the first time, the meadow wasn't comforting, it wasn't soft and nice.
It was daunting, and it was scary. It was wrong.
There was no feeling here. There was no cold, no freezing feeling of terror. There was nothing here. It was a sedative. It was a place where there was no feeling.
Almost like a dream, I moved my hand, and pinched myself.
Nothing. No sharp feel of pain.
Regarding my hand with fascination, I looked at the silver ring clinging to my left hand.
It had been in the dream. No, not the dream. The real place.
This place wasn't real, I realized with genuine fear.
A flash of the red.
A forest.
A creature.
Me.
Pain, blood, terror, more pain.
Someone else.
Black.
Here.
Another flash of that now welcoming red.
The snow spiralled around me, but it wasn't a happy moment anymore.
'I don't belong here,' I said softly.
'I don't belong here,' my voice rose slightly.
'I don't belong here,' I shouted.
'I don't belong here!' came the scream, and I realized I was the one who had well, screamed.
I wanted to be where I was supposed to be. Not some fake little world that was too perfect. For the first time here, I started to walk to where I could see the edge of the meadow.
But I didn't seem to be moving. It just got further and further away.
Where was I going again?
'Home... you were going home... you should be home...' a voice all around me whispered in thousands of different tones.
There was one common thing about the voice. Everywhere, it was deathly quiet, bitter and cold.
I nodded. I want to go home.
With that thought, the ground opened. Literally, it opened up in a large hole, the black so cold and hard that I automatically clawed as I fell.
I tumbled down, the ground that I had been standing on crumbling away, falling down, down, down into the pit, or tunnel, or whatever it was.
I turned as I fell, grabbing onto the ground, trying to pull myself back, trying to save myself. I had never thought that I could feel so low, clawing to stay up, to stay in a fake reality.
I was sinking though, and clawing for the solid ground wasn't working.
Pulled down by the undertow, I started to wonder if it was just better to let go.
But I didn't. Even when the pain started. The first real thing to be felt here, the pain was unbearable. My side, my leg, my wrist, everywhere.
And then I couldn't hold on anymore.
I simply... let go...
The darkness swallowed me whole, and I let my strength and the last bit of courage leave me in a long scream as I thrashed, hoping that this was a dream I could save myself in.
Wasn't it said that if you died in a dream, you died in real life?
I didn't want to die.
Maybe it was better this way...
The light from the snowy meadow started to fade, the ground seemingly closing behind me. All it left was the still darkness, and me falling, falling, falling.

In the infirmary, there was hardly anyone walking around. A few Apollo kids, one or two injured people just lying in their beds. Friends were with some, and others slept peacefully.
The cubicle at the end was dimly lit, only one small light on the bedside table.
The girl in the starched white bed looked like she could have been sleeping. Her head had just been took from the plasters that had surrounded it, and the cuts and bruises had started fading.
But Buffy Summers wasn't sleeping. If you concentrated, you could see the small little breaths she was taking, the breaths that didn't give her enough air, that were too soft. If you looked at her wrists you would see that both were bandaged in creamy gauze, straight now, but bruised nonetheless.
If you were to see her right side, you would see that it was tightly wrapped, ribs underneath broken. Her right leg was almost healed, but her ankle was still puffed out, still bandaged tightly.
The rest of her body was covered in purple, black, and light yellow bruises. Her eye was yellow, starting to fade. She had scratches everywhere, most caused by her fall from the tree.
She hadn't gone from her battle with the minotaur unscathed.
For a few minutes, it was touch and go. Anya had started to believe that her bestest friend was dead. Skyla Stars and Thalia Jenkins had broke into the clearing to find Buffy crumpled and Anyanka crying. However, Thalia had been able to see that she was safe. That while she was unresponsive, and while she was close enough to death that she could probably choose either way, Buffy was alive.
The three, with help from two Nymphs, were able to bring her to the Infirmary.
Buffy had lived. But the price was that she was in a catatonic state of mind. She breathed, but she didn't move.
Nectar and Ambrosia helped move the healing process along, but there was only so much that it could do.
But today, some fundamental thing had shifted. Some important part of the world had changed, and for the first time since the attack, Buffy's hand twitched.
Her hand with that beautiful ring on it clenched onto the hand that had been holding hers tightly.

:/:/OOC: Em, oops? Uh... oh? I can... explain? I didn't mean to write this much okay I swear now it looks like a freaking novel LOL But I swear I didn't mean to write this much XD Honestly, don't feel you need to write this much ROFL I just kinda got crazy in causing pain. Anyways, Buffy isn't gonna be entirely normal when she wakes up. ALSO: Please, Please, Please don't mention her name TOO her. Sure, your character can think her name, but don't tell it to her XD I changed from her point of view just to write the little "Bringing Buffy Back To Live Thing". The voice that whispers to her is just a small reference to Khione, you know, because snow is all around her and crap. Also, yes, she likes snow. I had a lot of inspiration okay! I listened to my Buffy the Vampire Slayer Soundtrack like, seven times over the course of writing this XD

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Taylor felt buffy's hand clench his, and he looked down almost smiling now that his sister was showing some sign of life. His tears of sorrow becoming nearly those of happiness. He clenched her hand back, and a tear fell onto her face. "oh my gods, are you awake. Please, say something." Taylor brushed the tear that had fallen onto Buffy's face away, and said "come on, stay with me."

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