Buffy’s eyes stared out at the ecstatic Scoobies. They danced around her, babbled, laughed. Hands reached out, grabbing her, touching her. To close, suffocating her, pretending to be her friends.
She listened to them babble. They had rescued her from hell. Wasn’t she happy? What did she want: twinkies, pizza, or mint chocolate chip? She smiled. They couldn’t fool her, not this time. They didn’t know what she had found out. This was hell, she would never be rescued. They had fooled her the first few years, but not anymore. This was not real, never real.
So she smiled and played the game. Nodding her head. Yes oh yes, a pizza party would be divine. She missed them, she loved them, oh and hold the anchovies - she couldn’t stand them.
One by one they drifted off to sleep, not noticing how she crept around. Gasoline here, a little rope to hold them down. Knock the witch unconscious so she can't wake up, stake the vamp - he looked way to real.
A flick of her wrist and the gasoline blazed to life. She sat back and watched. She wondered what the morning would bring.