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SUMMARY: Buffy talks about her few happy birthdays.
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DISCLAIMER: Buffy, and co. don't belong to me, they belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Answer to Challenge #2
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had happy birthdays too. Just not many. The
first one that I can remember was when I turned three.
My entire family was all gathered at my house. Everyone. Even some that I
didn’t know. See they had planned the family reuinion on my birthday on accident and
at the last minute they had to tell everyone to bring something for me. I was convinced
that they were there to see me so I walked around wearing a tiara and expected everyone
to pay attention to me.
The whole day everyone said how cute I was and ooohed and ahhhhed over me.
Needless to say when it was time for me to open presents I was thinking that
I was queen of all I could see. My mother tried to calm me down, but I was having to much
fun.
It took my dad an hour to get everything in the trunk of our car when we
went home. That was one of the best birthdays I ever had.
The next one was when I was seven. I had a few friends over and we were
chasing each other around the house dressed as fairies. But the most vivid thing about
that day that I remember was that we camped outside.
I remember that we were all scared out of our minds becuase we had been
telling ghost stories. One of my friends said that she saw someone in the shadows. We
laughed it off and continued trying to sleep. Then someone else said that they could see
him. I started getting scared then.
We all watched in shock as he came out of the shadowy area beside the
house and stood in the moonlight. None of us moved. Suddenly another guy leaped over
the fence and started running toward the tent. Before we could scream for help the
first guy grabbed him and shook him.
Then pulled a sharp stake out of his coat and shoved it through his
heart. We screamed only when the man turned to dust. The one who saved us looked over
at the tent and smiled. We just kept screaming. My mother ran out of the house, but didn’t
see the guy. I guess he had stepped back into the shadows.
We ended up sleeping inside that night.
That was probably the end of my good birthdays. The rest weren’t very
nice.
Oh, I do know who the guy who saved us that night was, but don’t tell
him. It would ruin the mystery he thinks he has.
