A Chance of a Lifetime ~ Ch 7,8,9

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Title: A Chance of A Lifetime
Author: Femvamp

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SPOILERS: None 
GENERAL PLOT: A reporter is on the trail of the Scooby
Gang and of course .... (Sing it with me)....wakiness
ensues.
DISCLAIMER: Joss Wheadon and many others own the
characters of BtVS (lucky bastards). 

Chapter 7: Right Before My Eyes

I thought I had gone crazy when I saw it. These
things just aren?t supposed to happen. I mean when
was the last time YOU saw someone turn to dust right
in front of you. I?m not talking about TV. I?ve seen
the vampire movies, but THIS was no movie. THIS was
real.

I thought I had gone crazy.

One moment I was following Buffy and her friends and
the next I was watching what looked like a rumble. I
didn?t hear much of what was going on but I figured it
to be a turf war or something like that.

Damn was I wrong.

It was dark out so at first I thought I was seeing
things. People?s faces don?t change like that. Even
on PCP. I mean, from what I heard, PCP gives you
super strength but not? I don?t know what they were,
but PCP isn?t supposed to do that.

Then the battle began.

I watch the group known as the Scooby Gang fight the
others. Each of them held their own nicely. I found
myself wondering how Cordelia Chase would fight in
this citiuation. I mean she WAS a associate of them. 
That?s probably why she did all her own stunts. She
was used to death defying antics.

It explained a lot.

That?s when it happened. That?s when I saw something
I would never forget.

I saw a man disapear right in front of my eyes.

Alright I admit it. I fainted. You would have to
if you saw what I saw. 

One moment I was watching a fight from a safe distance
and the next one of the rival gang members saw me and
tried to attack. That?s when I really got a look at
his face. I?m surprised I didn?t faint then. 

I thought I was dead. Then out of nowhere he turned
to dust. 

When the dust settled, (and I came to) Buffy Summers
was standing over me.

"We need to talk." Was all she said.

That?s when my life changed.

Right In front of my eyes.


Chapter 8: Walk Away

Everything still is a blank to me. I?m not sure how I
got back to the club. Suddenly I found myself
excepting a drink from Xander. 

"Trust me, It?ll help."

I didn?t bother to even ask what he had handed me. I
just gulped it down. I?m still not sure what it was
but it tasted like vodka. Maybe it was vodka for all
I know.

"All right, what the hell is going on." I finnally
said.

"We knew you were trouble when you got here." Rupert
Giles said sadly.

"Why didn?t you just leave?" Willow said sadly.

"I couldn?t." I said simply.

No one spoke for a moment then Rupert Giles frowned,
"What do you know?"

I paused not sure where to begin, "I know that each of
you have records."

"I didn?t know you had a record player Xander." Anya
spoke, "Why didn?t you ever show it to me?"

"Not that kind of record, Anya."

"What other records are there?" Anya paused, "Oh."

I decided it was best to ignore Anya for a moment,
"Each of you have been suspects in some very
interesting crimes and yet none of you have ever been
brought up on charges." No one spoke so I continued,
"I couldn?t walk away."

"If we ask you to now, would you?" Willow asked.

"Walk away?"

"Yes."

I thought about it for a moment. I could just walk
away and pretend the whole thing had never happened. 
Something told me that that was the smart thing to do
another part of me told me that I would never forgive
myself if I did.

"I can?t." I paused, "I?m sorry, but I can?t."

"Alright, then we?ll tell you everything." Buffy
walked towards me, "But you?ll wish we didn?t."

Something told me she was right.


Chapter 9: Stranger Then Fiction

Sometime I wish I listened to that little voice inside
me that tells me to run. The voice that tells me to
get the hell out of dodge. But I never do. 

This is one of those times I wish I did.

Its been nearly a week since I left Sunnydale. 

I still can?t sleep through the night. I wake up
screaming. 

My friends and collegues are worried about me. I know
they are. I can see the way they look at me. I think
they think I?m going crazy.

They might be right.

I?ve written the story over and over again in my mind.
What I would say. How I would say it. I?ve written
it so many times, but I?ve never put it on to paper
until now.

And I?m going to erase it when I?m done.

You see, I can?t submit it.

I can?t write that Buffy Summers is actually innocent
of the murder of a girl named Kendra. That all the
assault charges against her are bogus. 

I can?t write that Rupert Giles didn?t kill his
girlfriend Jennifer Callender. I can?t write who
actually did. Who would believe that it was a vampire
named Angelus.

I can?t write that Willow Rosenburg didn?t kill her
girlfriend Tara. That Tara is technically still alive
and traveling the world with a vampire named Spike.

I can?t write the reason why two teenagers stole a
bazooka out of an army installation.

I can?t write the reason why a teenage girl named Anya
doesn?t have any records that go back more then five
or so years.

I can?t even write the reasons why a up and coming
star doesn?t talk about her past.

I can?t write this story.

No one would believe me.

Some things are stranger then fiction, and some things
are better left unsaid, unwritten.

This story could be a chance of a lifetime for me, but
instead it has become a choice of a lifetime.

And I?m going to make the right once.

I?m going to hit delete.


The End

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Femvamp 
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