The Fallen Slayer {1}

Division

A Slayer chained to the earth.

It was an almost ironic fate, the most powerful girl in the world, chained to the earth, chained to duty, chained to death. Nothing but a prisoner, trapped in a cage, four walls moving in, and a taunting key of freedom.

Yet, there was no such thing as freedom for a Slayer, the only key out of the prison was death.

A fate Buffy had already accepted three times, her fingers had grazed the key to freedom on three separate occasions only to be re-chained and yanked back down.

Metaphorically speaking Slayers were chained, to their duty, the Council, and expectations. But Buffy she could count the number of times she had been literally chained down to earth. She had been chained over and over again, by various enemies and now she was chained in her own mind.

So as her eyes slammed open and she met the familiar sight that had been haunting her dreams for weeks she couldn't help but groan in annoyance.

Since that night, she found herself in the same place again and again every time she tried to sleep. Somehow, Joyce's screaming every two hours was more appealing than this little therapy session she was forced to endure every time she tried to rest.

Once again, Buffy found herself in the cave where her first death had occurred. A dark cave filled with a waterfall of blood that was slowly filling the floors of the cave around her feet. With every body she dropped, the current of the blood started to flow into the cave at a more intense speed. Twisting the chains that were positioned around her wrist Buffy sighed in annoyance as she heard the movement across from her place positioned on the floor.

Across from her, blood from the waterfall staining the white dress that she was wearing was another chained figure. A very familiar annoyingly persistent figure.

Her 16-year-old self.

The innocent 16-year-old kid, in the beautiful white dress and leather jacket that she had died in for the very first time.

Her first experience with death had tainted her, darkened her soul in a way, and traumatized her more than she had ever willingly admitted. Her friends had seen her rage after the incident when she had backpeddled into her old Hemery ways but they never saw the long-term damage. The dreams that had haunted her every night, for months every time she had closed her eyes all she had felt was blood being pulled from her body and water filling her lungs.

She had felt alone.

She had died alone, face first in the water.

Leaning her head back against the cave wall as blood continued to drip onto the floor making everything smell like a mixture of death and chopper, Buffy stared at her old self with a bored expression. She was literally in a black version of the white dress right now, blood staining her hands and black tendrils of darkness staining her golden hair.

She was the darker mirror of her old self.

The innocent young girl, who had never killed a human, with no blood staining her hands and a white dress, golden curls acting like a halo around her.

The light part of her and the dark part of her.

The demon and Human part of her soul.

It was annoying.

Young Buffy mirrored her position before sighing "You need to let me back in."

Buffy snorted as adjusted the chains around her wrists trying to get a bit more comfortable "Nah. I'm good."