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Choosing - Chosen -1- A Slayer Reborn

Author: JoDi
Title: Chosen -1- A Slayer Reborn
Fandom: BtVS
See contents for disclaimer and links to all chapters
Summary: Activating all the potentials has an unforeseen effect on Buffy and we find out what it really means to be Chosen.

A Slayer Reborn

In every generation, there is a chosen one,

She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness.

She is the slayer.

Buffy Summers stood on the edge of the chasm looking down, lost in the destruction they had caused. From behind, she dimly heard someone ask, “What do you want to do now?”

What do I want to do now?

It had been so long since she had even thought about that question. Rarely in the past couple of years had her plans run further ahead than the next day or week.

She had saved the world once again... Saved the world. That used to be such a simple concept.

She, they, had fought to protect themselves countless times form the attention of various foes. And if, in the course of keeping alive they had happened to prevent the destruction of the world as we know it; well they patted themselves on the back doubly hard and carried on.

Waiting until the next enemy came along that needed more planning to defeat than the average nest of vampires.

But this time saving the world had meant leading an army of unprepared teens into the bowels of hell and turning them into something more, knowing that there wasn't a chance they would all get out. But enough of them had.

She was now a Slayer not the Slayer. Despite sharing her duty with friends, family, even other slayers; she still seemed to constantly be fighting alone. Now weeks, months, years, decades were spread before her.

It didn’t feel real, with the call of the grave she’d crawled out of singing through her veins reminding her that the life she led was her no more. Hers had ended two years previously when her broken body crashed onto the concrete.

In a way her friends had been right in doubting her intent as she pushed for attacks, encouraging any fight that might challenge her, praying that every wound would be fatal; that each adversary would be the one to best her. Pushing her skills to the edge in a desperate attempt to reclaim what had been taken from her.

But there were always other reasons to live on, to fight to the bitter end; always something else bigger, bader she still had to defeat. To protect those that had so easily betrayed her.

Since pushing her way out through the soil she’d forced herself to function, found ways to live from one day to the next and one of these was the unfounded belief that there was some purpose in it all. That they wouldn’t have managed to get her back unless there was something she was needed for, someone she must defeat.

And behind this the thought, not even voiced in her own mind, that if there was a purpose then, once it was all done, once the world had again escaped the grasp of evil; she could return.

But here she was. Still standing after it all. After the world she had known for the past seven years had literally crumbled beneath them. Her ghost life would continue even though there were now hundreds with the strength to take over the sacred duty that had been hers.

Her friends wanted her to teach them, to accept responsibility of children who thought that this power gave them the knowledge to fight the battles of a warrior. These mockeries of slayers who would never learn that to be a Chosen One you had to be alone, alone in the crux of the battle when the responsibility for the world feels like a deadweight on your shoulders. Alone in your final moments when the exit from the never-ending war is finally within reach.

She felt the adrenaline of the fight drain out of her system and pain racked through her midsection. Perhaps the ultimate prize hadn’t escaped her as it had so often before.

It always seemed to elude her grasp, just out of reach. Whenever she consciously gave in to the inevitable end the power within her forcing its’ way out to fight her battles for her in an animalistic need to survive.

A faint smile crossed her face as the blood started to pool at her feet. Blood loss and exhaustion finally took their toll on her body and she slumped to the ground.

Supposedly when you die, your life flashes before your eyes as you fade. As the pain became less intense in a way that had nothing to do with healing, visions and voices bombarded Buffy.

Not just her life, but what seemed like the life of countless slayers assailed her. She fought innumerable battles, prevented thousands of apocalypses, died over and over again. Each time feeling the peace of knowing that the battle had ended, only to be reborn, recalled and eventually, killed once more.

As she slipped into oblivion, she recognized the voice that has been haunting her thoughts as it whispered over the memories with its final words.

You think you know who you are, what is to come? You have only just begun.

Hundreds of potentials around the world had been empowered by willow’s spell. When Buffy hit the ground, hundreds of slayers joined her, falling to the earth as the power left, sensing the imminent ruin of the one place it belonged.

‘In every generation there is a Chosen One.’ Funny when you think of it, ‘In every generation’ yet here were hundreds in one generation waiting to be called. Few realized the truth in those words. In each generation there were many slayers, but there is only, and will only ever be one Chosen.

The power of the slayer, finally unlocked and reaching its full potential rejuvenated the body. It rose from the dust and glowed with an unearthly aura as the excess energy enhanced senses and muscles.

A slayer taps into more and more power as they aged and became used to their strengths, but never had more than a fraction of the true slayer essence been unleashed. Until now.

Every cell in her body was healed and then strengthened. The air around crackled with waves of energy pouring off the figure surrounded her with a blinding light. A True Slayer is born.

Buffy awoke to the sound of a crackling campfire, and the endless noise of the dessert winds rushing over sand. Looking around she saw the first slayer through the flames.

But this time she was not alone, but flanked on all sides by girls of all nationalities, spread through time, all between 18 and 25 years old. Buffy looked up at the obvious spokesperson for the slayers. The first of their kind.

“Am I about to get a repeat viewing of slayers through the ages, or are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”

“You know.”

She wanted to refute the statement but in a way it was true. There was an answer to all this jumping up and down in the back of her mind begging to be acknowledged.

“You have remembered us, we have come.”

As she… they spoke a longer sentence Buffy realized what had been so odd about the voice. The lips of all the slayers standing around the fire moved when the First spoke, all saying the same thing but not the same words. They all spoke in their own native tongue.

Spanish, French and English were prominent but there were others… so many others that they were masked by the drone of modern languages, and somewhere trapped beneath everything that made sense was the low guttural utterances of the first slayer communicating.

All the slayers spoke as one… her mind turned that thought over and over trying to reach a different conclusion to the understanding she’d reached when she saw the lives of all these girls as her own.

As she finally accepted the truth, all the slayers converged to leave behind… her own image. With a voice that still consisted of hundreds, thousands of interlaced voices speaking simultaneously she spoke.

“We are the Chosen. We are one”

She could see their lives. But now as a pose to haunting visions, she accepted them for what they were, memories. Her soul had been unlocked. She was them, they were her.

The image of herself flickered and changed form a hundred times, and each was like looking into a mirror. The figure stepped forward, through the flames then into her and peace washed over Buffy as her soul was completed.

Continue to Chosen -2- The Chosen One

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