What do you do when the person you love most is gone?
When you have lost all hope of happiness?
All sense of self?
The Slayer finds herself on
another journey after losing
everything.
She journey's away from the
Hellmouth...
With an hour till sunrise, a sleepless Buffy Anne Summers found herself walking alone along the highway, soaking in the darkness surrounding her.
The night had become her safe place lately.
While everyone else slept she could think and pull herself away from the fake facade she had been playing.
But it always came to an end.
Buffy had begun to dread the sun.
Another sunrise meant another problem for her to deal with. It meant another day of feeling empty.
Of being stuck in Mystic Falls playing happy Buffy.
Stopping in the middle of the road, Buffy took in a deep breath and glanced down the empty road.
There were no cars yet.
It was barely 5 in the morning so she doubted anyone was even awake yet.
She was alone.
With nothing but the echo of the wind blowing against the trees to fill her ears.
Closing her eyes, she reveled in the silence, which had become a rarity these days.
Somehow since coming back from the dead, her friends and family had made it their mission to never leave her alone. It was like they had set up a buddy system behind her back.
No matter how many times she snuck off, they would always find her.
Hence her midnight walks of solace.
Sliding down to the floor, Buffy laid back on the road, allowing her untamed blonde curls to splay out around her.
While the concrete wasn't exactly the most comfortable she had been in worse spots and she would take a little bit of uncomfy-ness if it meant she could soak in the rare quiet.
This was one of the few moments she had had to herself in the past two weeks and it felt nice.
To not have to speak.
Not have to claim that she was okay or continue with her lie of being just fine.
She could just be what she truly was with no guilt...empty.
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"Good morning." Elena chimed cheerfully as she practically skipped into the kitchen in her workout gear.
She was in good of a mood for a person who was up at 5 in the morning.
Alaric sputtered as he stared at her.
Elena was crazy.
Groaning at the sound of her voice Alaric continued to press his head against the cold kitchen counter.
Holding up his hand to silence her without sparing her a glance he quickly returned to rubbing his temples, trying to soothe the intense pounding in his head, courtesy of the empty bottle of scotch resting beside him.
Laughing at his hungover antics, Elena watched in amusement as he made his way towards the coffee maker only to let out a small painful moan as it came to life.
The sound of the coffee beans grinding clearly burned his skull.
With the hungover hunter now on coffee patrol, Elena frowned as she glanced around the kitchen.
"Where is Buffy?"
"Asleep probably, like a non-crazy person." Alaric grumbled only to halt as he spotted the panicked look on Elena's face "What's wrong?"
Elena was now in a full state of panic, she had checked Buffy's room before coming into the kitchen.
Her bed had been made and there had been no sign of her.
To be honest, Buffy's bed looked like it hadn't even slept in it.
Elena had figured she had crashed on the couch falling asleep reading again. But if Buffy wasn't here or in her room, then where the hell was she?
