Resurrection (Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fanfiction)

Drowning Sorrows

Giles came back as soon as he got the phone call from Anya. There were many hugs and welcome backs, and Giles couldn't be more thrilled to have his slayer return. He talked with her, about his trip to London, and she told him the usual. He noticed she avoided talking about what it was like for her while she was dead. He noticed how tired she was, and how depressed she looked. But he knew the condition Buffy was in, and knew that returning from such a traumatizing place, full of screams and torture and rage, would leave her feeling so miserable.

He still didn't know, no one did. No one knew that Buffy was actually in heaven.

Except for Spike.

That day, in the Magic Box, when Buffy went in to tell the Scooby Gang her full-of-lies story about them pulling her out of hell and how she was so thankful, Spike saw her and she spilled her guts out. Told him that she was actually in heaven. Her deepest darkest secret, out to the man, the vampire, that she hated.

Only he knew, though. And Buffy planned to keep it that way. A few more lies, smiles, normal Buffy stuff, then she'll be ready to make her escape, return home, and get out of hell.

Later that night, Buffy went out for a walk, not to patrol, just to walk, escape from the stares of her friends and family. She decided, after an hour of walking around aimlessly, she decided to head to The Bronze, and do the classic "Drowning your sorrows". She arrived at The Bronze, and made her way to the bar, smiling at a few strangers that waved at her.

Buffy took a seat next to another man that seemed to be having a crappy day like she was. She wondered what it'd be like if she challenged him to see who felt crappier. She assumed he was never brought back from the dead, so she'd definitely win that. Shaking her head, she signalled the bartender, who was wiping the bar with a white cloth. The bartender walked over to her, stuffing the cloth in his back pocket, and leaned down in front of her. He put on a warm smile.

"Would you like to order anything, Miss?"

Buffy, rolling her eyes, said with heavy sarcasm, "No, I was just here to admire your fine looking ass and wave at you."

The bartender raised his eyebrow at her, his smile disappearing. Buffy shook her head and sighed.

"Yes, I'd like to order something," she looked at the bartender, who was staring at her. "Sorry" she added.

The bartender shook his head. "No problem. What would you like?"

"Something strong and that will get me drunk like that!" she snapped her fingers on the word 'that'. The bartender chuckled a little, he tilted his head to one side.

"I think I know just the thing. I'll be back, Sweetie".

The bartender turned his back and fetched a bottle filled with clear liquid from the top shelf. While he had his back turned, Buffy looked at the man she was sitting beside. He seemed to be 'drowning his sorrows', something she was going to do very soon. The man looked tired, he had bags under his eyes, his hair was messy, and his clothes seemed a little dirty. Buffy wondered if she looked like that.

The bartender slammed the bottle in front of her, along with a regular glass cup, filled with the alcohol, and a cute black straw sitting inside, waiting for her to take a sip. It was very tempting. She looked back up at the bartender.

"How do I know you haven't done anything to this?"

The bartender laughed. "If I did, you'd be the first to know then, Sweetie. Don't worry though, I wouldn't harm a pretty face like yours. Enjoy your drink." he gave her another smile and walked away, pulled the cloth out of his pocket, and began wiping the bar again.