Intro: On Angel it was explained that after the fall of Sunnydale Buffy moved to Europe with Dawn and Giles. This story takes place there.
A little bell jingled over the door way as Buffy entered. No one in the bar seemed to notice. “My kind of place,” she thought to herself. She glanced at her watch. The good thing about the bars in Europe was they stayed open all night. After a few hours of patrol she usually found herself in one of them. This particular bar seemed old. The whole place seemed to be draped in burgundy and gold, dark woods and vintage fixtures. It reeked of regret.
“Ce qui Ì boire?” The bartender asked.
“Martini. Extra dirty.” Buffy responded. The bartender poured the drink and Buffy looked away. Her eyes scanned the rest of the bar. It was filled with middle-aged men in suits and a few women who looked like professionals. They were all speaking very quietly. There was a faint hint of piano music but it was low and unobtrusive. “Perfect,” she thought.
She turned back to the bar in time to find her drink. As she sipped on it her thoughts began to drift. The days in Sunnydale seemed like a distant memory now. After the last near apocalypse she had come to Europe with Giles looking for a fresh start. What she had found was the same chaos that she had left. There was nothing different here. Europe had the same vampires and demons and other ugly things that went bump in the night. She missed her friends and she missed her life, but all of that was gone. Sunnydale was nothing more than a giant hole now, gone forever.
Dawn was in school and they spoke only occasionally. She wanted it that way though. She wanted her to have a normal life, far away from her sister’s chaos. Giles promised her a renewed sense of duty when they came to Europe. Pretty soon though he was getting more and more involved with his own life and his own friends. She imagined it was similar to her time in Sunnydale, except now she was on the other side of it. She had left London a few months earlier to track a master vampire through France. It had taken longer than she expected so she found herself still there, still searching alone. She didn’t feel the need to hurry back.