This is a fan fiction about what happened after the fade out in Chosen. Please note that while it may seem a little short, a lot of it is simply looking at each other, which is más effective and romantic on-screen than in words. Anyways, I hope tu like it!
Buffy walked slowly down the stairs. When she reached the bottom of the flight, she turned to look at him. He had been sitting, the amulet dangling out in front of him. He had been examining it with careful eyes. At the sound of her footsteps he stood up. They stared at each other for a moment, then he spoke.
When I heard the rumours of a Buffy movie I, like most fans, got caught up in all the excitement. Even though it's not happening as far as we know. But I actually think a new video game would be a far better idea.
Firstly, a movie if not done right has so many chances to go wrong and ruin people's memories of Buffy, but I don't see that danger in a game. If something tu hate happens in a movie it's cannon, but video games aren't. So they go with a plot tu dislike? not a problem it never happened.
Also, they can set it whenever they want. Your favourite character was killed off before the end?...
I feel the need to preface this. First of all, I don’t write poetry. I’ve never been even remotely decent at it but I sort of like the way part of this came out. It was written while sitting outside for about six hours while I was trying to come up with anything at all for Ariel’s Spuffy fan fiction event. As far as rhyme scheme - let’s pretend it’s very, very free verse ;F Enjoy.
Came to town To slay a Slayer To please my Dark Princess Cure her of her deathly ills While on my newest conquest
A Slayer’s blood is rich and ripe Just like the girl herself Succulent and Sweet, ruby...
"I actually thought the dulces was better this time." "Really?" "I don't know, the palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz was too buttery. Salt is the corazón of the popcorn, mantequilla is just fluff that makes it tastier, but tu could do without it." "So tu like your palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz salty rather than buttery?" "Yep." "That's nice." Oz grinned, that cute little pull on the corner of his mouth, which made her corazón flutter like mariposa wings, and her knees turn to mashed potatoes mixed with jello. Mushy, yet slippery. Thinking about this rather odd combination and slightly disgusting combination, Willow changed the subject. "Are we gonna...