Story: Allies & Enemies: Buffy Summers

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TITLE: Allies & Enemies: Buffy Summers
AUTHOR: Femvamp
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DISCLAIMER: Joss Whedon and many others own the characters of BtVS 
and Angel (lucky bastards). Why can't I be a lucky bastard? It's 
just not fair.

Buffy Summers

All my life I wanted a normal life. I wanted to be just one of the 
girls. I wanted to be a cheerleader. I wanted to go out on dates 
that didn't end up in an end of the world fight. I wanted to be 
normal again. 

Now I have the chance.

I can grow old. I can get a real job. I can be a normal run of the 
mill average teenager. (Ok I have only two years left but you get my 
drift.) I can be...... just plain Buffy Summers.

No more late night patrolling. No more death. No more pain. No more 
demons. 

God I wish I could say yes.

I can't though. I wish I could. You don't know how much I wish I 
could. I wish I could go home to Willow and tell her that I am no 
longer the slayer. That she doesn't have to wait up worried out of 
her pretty red head. I wish I could.

But I can't.

I'm the slayer. I slay. It's not just what I am. It's who I am. 

I've tried to escape it. I've tried to wish it away. It just doesn't 
go away anymore then the feelings I get when I someone else dies.

You see even if I say yes, those feeling won't go away. Every time I 
pick up a newspaper and see another person die of mysterious 
circumstance I will wonder if I could have saved them. 

That's why I can't say yes.

Guilt. Pure unadulterated guilt.

That and Willow.

You see, as long as I'm the slayer I can protect her and she can 
protect me. We are a team. The Slayer and the Witch.

How can I say goodbye to that.

Destiny may be a pain in the butt, but it has given me Willow.

And for that I will be eternally grateful.