Written For: Challenge 270: Amnesty 27 at drabble_weekly, using Challenge 2: Under The Influence.
Spoilers/Setting: The Witch.
Summary: Buffy’s day had started out so well, but it’s been going downhill fast ever since.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Buffy feels wonderful, happy, full of energy. It’s a beautiful morning, the sun’s shining because duh, California. The birds are singing. Probably. Her mom’s in the kitchen, squeezing fresh orange juice, which is yum beyond belief, and best of all, she gets to try out for the cheerleading squad! What’s not to be happy about? She’s high on life!
Only the high doesn’t last. Cheerleading try-outs go less than well, and suddenly Buffy isn’t feeling so great, sort of woozy, and then nothing until she comes to in the library with a cool, wet cloth on her forehead.
Turns out it wasn’t life she was high on, but something far less healthy, a magic spell that Giles says destroys a person’s immune system. Probably the only reason Buffy isn’t dead already is because she’s the Slayer, blessed with physical enhancements even the fittest, healthiest regular person can’t boast. But even that won’t help her for long. She’s doomed unless the spell can be reversed.
Only a short while ago Buffy had been on top of the world; now her life expectancy can be measured in hours. She can feel herself fading fast, but there’s still hope. She’s not giving up.