Lucy Evans moved from England to Sunnydale in America so she could fulfil her destiny. Her destiny; to guide the new Slayer. This destiny changes when she befriends the rebellious Slayer, two best friends at Sunnydale High, the Slayer's Watcher and...
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We were trying to provoke each other into changing whilst also keeping control of our wolf form. I was doing alright, except my eyes glowed a little when we first started.
Suddenly, my head was thrown back as I got a vision of the blonde vampire we fought during the Harvest biting Joyce whilst Angel growls at her to stop, which then cuts to Darla attacking Buffy. I finally snapped back as my dad tried to steady me. My mum called for me at the top of the stairs.
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"Lucy, sweetheart, someone called Willow called. She says your friend Buffy's mum was attacked. She's in the hospital right now."
"Crap. One of these days, these visions are actually going to be useful. Right, Mum, Dad, I need to go, but I'll be back later. Please don't kill each other while I'm gone, ok, yes, thank you."
After explaining the gypsy curse I noticed that they were all looking confused.
"But, Angel attacked Buffy's mom. How could he do that if he has to be good?"
"Angel didn't attack Joyce. That blonde vampire girl who was at the Harvest did. I had a vision. That's why I came here. I saw Buffy was being attacked at the Bronze. Where is she?"
"She went to go confront Angel... at the Bronze." Willow told me as we all looked at each other with concern. We all hurried to the Bronze to help Buffy.
We were still looking around when we heard gunshots coming from inside the Bronze.
"Did you just hear..."
We ran inside, even though we probably will get shot. Seriously, we are dumb.
"So many body parts, so few bullets. Let's begin with the kneecaps. No fun dancing without them." The blonde vampire.
She shoots at Buffy again, who in return shoots at blonde bitch with a bloody crossbow. Brilliant! Unfortunately, it only hits her in the stomach.
"Close, but no heart."
"We need to distract her, fast!" Xander told us.
"Got it. Oi! Shoot me, you dumb cow!" I shouted at blondie, because apparently I'm an idiot. She started firing at me, causing me to run and dive behind a pool table. I stayed hidden whilst Buffy took care of blonde bitch. Hey, I don't mind hand to hand combat with a vamp, but there is no way in hell I'm facing off with a gun.
"C'mon, Buffy. Take it like a man!" Blondie shouted, before she cried out in pain. I looked up to see Angel standing behind her, having staked her. "Angel?"
She falls to the floor while bursting into ashes. Buffy and Angel have a stare off, before Angel walks away.
"Yay, teamwork..." I say feebly, trying to break the tension. It did not work.
The next night, Xander, Buffy, Willow and I were at the Bronze... again. Man, Sunnydale needs to give us more things to do.
"Ah, the post-fumigation party."
"Okay, so what's the difference between this and the pre-fumigation party?"
"Much hardier cockroaches."
"So, no word from Angel?" I made a gagging sound again.
"Hey fido, you don't get to speak after keeping all of that a secret ok?" Buffy told me, as I nodded whilst smiling innocently.
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"And, no. It's weird, though. In his way I feel like he's still watching me."
"Well, in a way he sort of is. In the way of that he's right over there." We all turned to see Angel standing to the side, watching Buffy. What a creep! And Buffy, being the lovesick fool she is, heads towards him.
"I don't need to watch because I'm not threatened. Just gonna look this way." Xander says, as both he and I sit down at a table, facing away from the pair.
"And I don't need to watch, because I have just eaten."
"What's going on?" Xander asks after a minute.
"Nothing..."
"Well, as long as they're not kissing."
"...they're probably kissing." I grumbled, resting my chin on my hand.
