I was walking in a cemetery. Alone. At night. Typical teenage girl stuff, right? If wewe alisema yes, then I would really consider your social life. Seriously. Anyway, I’ve never been a typical girl ever. See, my life was laid out for me when I was born. I am a Slayer. The chosen slayer of Wanyonya damu and other things that go bump in the night. That was my basic job description. Did it pay well? Nope. Was it fulfilling? Most of the time.
My phone began to ring.
“Talk to me,” I muttered looking around for any vamps trying to get away.
Spike woke up & looked over at his sleeping wife. Buffy had changed everything for him. No longer was he a vampire insted he was a super human. He now has wonderful kids there was Sarah she is six she had his eyes. But everthing else about her was pure Buffy right town to her cute nose. Then came four mwaka old James who was a green eye mini spike he even had a little pleather duster. After James came two mwaka old Alex who was named after his uncle Xander. Xander helped Buffy while she gave birth to alex. Spike was busy fighting off a demon who attacted them on the way to the hospital. As thanks...