Disclaimer: My name is neither Joss Whedon nor Stephenie Meyer, therefore Buffy or Twilight aren't mine.

Timeline: Pre-Twilight and during The Gift.

A/N: This is just a little something that my muse popped into my brain during the middle of the night. Hope you like!

This story is also posted on Twisting the Hellmouth.

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Fate had a funny, twisted way of choosing its Champions of Light.

Choosing her, Buffy Summers, to be one of its so-called Champions, to be more precisely.

"Be brave. Live. For me"

She took the last remaining steps of the platform, dove down into the portal and closed her eyes, preparing herself for what was coming next.

The pain was unbearable, so strong, that a normal human would have been dead in a matter of seconds.

Luckily for her she wasn't entirely human.

Instead I have to suffer through the pain until I reach the ground. Lucky me, Buffy thought wryly, smiling despite the pain, that after being 206 years old, she still retained her sense of humor.

Her father had told her she was the first of her kind. Nobody, at that time, had ever heard of someone like her as far as history went.

That's why Fate had chosen her to be The Slayer.

After all who was better at killing the baddies that went bump night, than someone who was part baddie herself?

Nearing the ground she flipped herself and landed on all fours. Gritting her teeth at the pain, she made her way out of the closing portal and quickly fled the scene, afraid that one of the Scoobies might see her.

Her Scoobies.

She would miss them terribly but being with her family would help.

Plus, knowing the fact that Dawn would be taken care of by Spike, made the ache in her heart ease a little bit.

Her friends were more than capable guarding the Hellmouth. Or they could call Faith to take over Slayer duties. After all she was only a phone call away.

She could hear them as she made her way out of town, how they desperately searched for the body of Buffy Summers.

A body they would never find.

A body that could never die.

Kind of.

Oh, she could still die.

How else do you think Slayers had been activated after her?

She probably had at least died a couple of dozen times.

But, only for a minute and then she was back into the world of the living again.

Sometimes it took longer than a minute, maybe an hour, weeks or months. It all depended on the damage that her body had taken.

She started running and she soon became a blur as she passed landscapes by.

Maybe she was being selfish, leaving them there, but after everything that had happened, everything that she'd done, she deserved a little break from the world of hurt and pain.

She just hoped that someday the Scoobies and her sister would understand and forgive her.

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Forks, Washington

It had taken her 6 hours to reach her family's house or more-like mansion.

She knew the moment her family noticed and sensed she was there, because a very petite, pixie-like woman, came racing out the front door and flung herself at Buffy's arms.

"Lizzy!" Alice Cullen cried happily, bouncing up and down excitedly, when she had let go of Buffy.

Buffy couldn't help, but laugh at the image her sister made. Like a little kid hyped on candy.

"Elizabeth, you're home."

She turned and flung herself at the welcoming open arms of her father, letting the tears flow.

"Don't cry, sweetie. You're here, right now. That's all that matters." Esme said soothingly.

Buffy gave the person she considered her mother, a watery smile and in turn lovingly hugged her.

"Hey Eddie, Jasper and Rosy" and in turn, hugged each of her brothers and sister fiercely.

It didn't matter that each of them was adopted, to her they were and would always be her true family.

"Yeah Buffy, if you don't stop crying you might ruin your makeup. Is it just me or is your face getting blotchy?...Okay I have to say this…Buffy?! I mean, couldn't you have come up with a normal name?! Not a name that sounded like it belonged to a do-EEEP!" Emmet yelped, as Buffy lunged at him.

"Oh shut it, Emmy. I was in the moment and Buffy is a cute shortened version of Elizabeth." Buffy told him teasingly.

"Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that." Emmet grumbled good-naturally.

"Okay children, stop arguing. Although, I have to agree with Emmet on this matter. Buffy?" Carlisle raised an eyebrow at her, smiling playfully.

"Dad, not you too! Mom, make them stop!" Buffy whined as the whole Cullen family made their way inside their home, teasing each other the whole way.

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Did she ever mention, that her real name wasn't Buffy Summers?

Her name was Elizabeth Caprice Cullen, born in Rome, Italy in the year 1795 to Belladonna Pontalti and Carlisle Cullen.

And she was the first half-human, half vampire to ever be born.

Bet, you weren't expecting that.

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