Five years. . Five years and the events of that night still played
in her head as if it had just happened the other day. She could
still feel the sword in her hand. . The evil flashing through the
eyes of the man that she loved. And then, the eyes changed, and his
soul was restored. But by then, it was to late. Buffy Summers had
been left with a choice. .Either have the world, the one that she
was chosen to protect, or kill the man that she loved. The choice
made, she had him close her eyes and did the hardest thing that she
had ever done. . ..

Sitting bolt upright in bed, sweat rolling down her face, her eyes
became accustomed to the darkness around her. It was home. . A home
that Anne had woken up in since she had not been welcomed back in
the other one. And yes, she was going by Anne now. Gone was Buffy
Summers, protector of the hellmouth. . Here was Anne, waitress. She
had built a whole new life for herself in the place where it had all
began, LA.

Getting up, Anne walked over to the dresser and put on a pair of
jeans as well as just a plain red shirt. Pulling over that her
jacket, she placed some stakes in the pockets and turned, leaving
the little apartment that she called home.