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Buffy felt the knife cut into her skin, delve deeper inside her where it laid nestled as Buffy opened her mouth in shock, her eyes growing wide. She began breathing shallowly as she looked down at her stomach, Faith’s bloody hand still holding the handle as both girls stilled. How... God, how could it have gone in so easily? “Oh, God, Buffy,” Faith moaned as she stared at the spot where the knife had slid in. Buffy looked up when the brunette Slayer said her name. She smiled slightly. “It doesn’t hurt,” she whispered wonderingly, her hand holding the knife over Faith’s as her other gripped the rogue Slayer’s jacket. “That’s weird.” Then she fell. Faith followed her, calling out her name as Buffy’s knees buckled from beneath her. Landing on her back, she felt the sharp knife twist and she cried out, her clouded mind becoming aware of the blood loss and the pain... oh, the pain. Buffy breathed in sharply as Faith fell to her knees beside her, pushing her dark hair behind her ear so she could see the blonde. Then there was blood. So much blood. Buffy coughed as the dark liquid suddenly erupted from her throat, spilling from her mouth, splattering her ashen skin. Faith gasped her name again before a curse as she stole her hand away from the handle of the knife the Mayor had given her as if it burned her. Buffy closed her eyes. Faith knew what was happening. As the Slayer’s thick blood began a small trail from the corner of her mouth and down her cheek, Faith knew that she was dying. And it was her fault. She had killed... again. And this time it had been her sister Slayer. “Buffy!” Faith said loudly, not catching the blonde’s attention. She looked lost, she looked... peaceful, even. Faith instantly hated it. Where was the angry woman she had been fighting a mere three minutes ago? Why wasn’t she here? “Buffy, come on! You have to stay with me here.” Buffy opened her eyes and looked up at the dark sky, saw the small stars glittering in the surprisingly clear blackness. Sunnydale had always had clearer air than the Los Angeles, Buffy knew, and she was grateful... because it was so beautiful. “Buffy!” Buffy shifted her eyes to Faith. She was numb now. Faith shook her head in denial as Buffy coughed again and she said something that Buffy couldn’t hear, or ever hope to understand. Anyway, she couldn’t even read lips. More blood spilled from her lips as a violent cough tore from her throat. “Buffy, don’t do... you’re strong, right? Come on...” It came to Buffy with perfect clarity as she stared at the girl who had stabbed her. The reason she was there in the first place. ‘Angel,’ Buffy mouthed as she stared at Faith and the brunette couldn’t help but stare at her blood-coated teeth. Faith felt like throwing up. “What?” she whispered. “Angel,” she croaked. “My Angel... dying...” Faith felt guilt rear within her so fiercely it was all she could to not get up a run from the hell she had helped create. What had she become? What had she fabricated? “Come on, B, we have to get you to a hospital... Angel will be there when you wake up.” Buffy shook her head. “Slayer blood,” she whispered harshly, her hand shooting out and grabbing Faith’s arm in a tight grip. Faith winced and turned to look at the hand before slowly ticking her eyes to Buffy. “The cure...” she whispered as her mind came to the obvious conclusion. “Angel...” Buffy sobbed as tears flowed through her eyes and down her cheeks. “Save... Angel...” Faith licked her lips. “Okay...” she said, nodding her head, ignoring the dreaded feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Okay. Yeah. Slayer’s blood. Only that will cure him... yeah, nice.” Buffy squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. “Save him...” And then she was gone. It was as if someone had shut off a light switch. Faith stared at the blonde’s pale face, slowly turning into a grayer color. She’s gone, she thought absently. I killed her. Faith shook her head. “No. You will not die on me, do you understand, B?” Faith grabbed the knife, pulling Buffy’s hand from it and slid it free. Dropping the offending piece of metal to the ground, Faith grabbed Buffy’s arms and pulled her up. She was heavy and completely limp as Faith hoisted her over her shoulder. “You can’t die, Buffy,” Faith grunted. “Got it, Buffy? You can’t die!”
Buffy opened her eyes. And laughed. Xander was sitting before her, dressed in a clown suit, a bright blue wig on his head. His hand was digging in the ground and he looked up at her, his eyes flashing gold. Buffy stopped laughing. They stared at each other. “I thought I was afraid of clowns,” he said in a monotone voice before turning his attention back to his hole. Buffy looked around her. She was standing in the middle of a large, endless white room. There was cold tile beneath her bare feet and Xander was digging into as if it were dirt. Looking down at her own attire, she saw she was wearing a white dress that covered every inch of her body besides her face. It flowed past her feet, the sleeves flew past her hands and she could feel the high neck directly under her chin. Her hair was pulled back in a small bun. She looked like she blended right in with the scenery around her. Looking up, her brows furrowed, she looked at Xander once more. “What are you looking for?” Xander looked up, his eyes turning dark black. “My demon,” he said simply before turning back to his work. Buffy stared at his hand. He was wearing white gloves. But they weren’t getting dirty. And the dirt was so dark... “You have a demon?” Buffy asked and it wasn’t Xander who responded. “Don’t you?” Buffy turned around. Willow stood before her, completely naked. Buffy’s eyes widened. “Willow?” “Yes... I am a willow tree,” Willow said happily. She turned around and Buffy saw her raise her arms. “I call upon the gods and goddesses to-“ “I thought I asked you to not do that.” Buffy turned around once more and saw a woman she had never seen standing behind Xander as he dug. Her long blonde hair flowed past her shoulders and she wore nothing but a rose in her hand. Buffy stared at her. “Who are you?” “I am the bird...” Buffy frowned. “You’re a bird?” “Don’t I make a neat... what was I?” Willow asked and Buffy looked over her shoulder to see Willow had changed. Her hair and eyes were as black as the darkest night could be and she was holding an orb. “You are not the Grim Reaper,” the other girl said. Buffy looked at her. She smiled. And then pointed at Buffy. “But you are.” “Excuse me?” “I found my demon!” Xander cried out and stood, wiping away excess dirt from a human girl. She looked over Buffy. Buffy stared back, watching as she glowed a dark green. “You’re a demon.” “I am his demon... I am the Wish Giver... And you are the Grim Reaper.” Buffy shook her head. “I am?” “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Xander asked. He was still dressed as a clown and he had a balloon with two ribbons tied to the end. One end was tied to his wrist while the other connected to the glowing woman somehow. Buffy shook her head. “I don’t think so.” “But you are.” Buffy turned to Willow only to see the bird girl standing in front of her, Willow behind her, braiding her hair. “You will forever be the Grim Reaper...” But Buffy was staring elsewhere. The two women before her were starting to glow, a deep, dark red. Then Willow smiled. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Buffy shook her head...
Faith stared at the blonde lying in the hospital bed, her long hair straightened and flowing down her shoulders. There were wires connected to her body everywhere and Faith frowned before beginning her story. “I saved Angel, B... he didn’t like it, let me tell you. Willow wouldn’t let me feed him from the wrist or anything so she made me go and get blood drawn... He drank it and now he’s flying clean. It’s the least I could do, I guess. I mean, it was me who nearly killed the guy...” Faith looked down at her crossed hands before looking up once more. “We killed the Mayor. He’s toast... and literally, too. He wasn’t too pleased with the fact that I switched sides all of a sudden and he kind of chased me into the school... not the wisest fella, I’ll tell ya. We blew him up... along with the school. It was good fun... until I realized that I’d left me jacket in there. My favorite one.” Faith snorted. “He was a damn bastard, I’ll give you that one...” Faith sighed. “Buffy... I’m sorry. I really am. And I know that you probably can’t really hear me but I heard this shit that if you talk to people who are in comas, that they can hear you or whatever... I don’t know if I believe it, but hey, it’s worth a shot. “Things got out of control. I get that now. I really screwed you over and I feel bad. Well, not exactly bad... worse than that, whatever it is. I know that I feel guilty. I now have a small inkling of what Angel goes through. But, you should know that everyone was great. Your friends. They all... they all gathered the school together and got everyone working together... just to defeat a big snake. Well, yeah, okay maybe that is kind of a big deal, but it was still pretty cool. The way they all worked together. I used to think that it was you they followed and you who was their guide or something like that, but... you weren’t... not really. They... they were your family and they did all of that just for you. They saved you. And that was, or I guess is might be a better word, is one of the reasons I envied you so bad. You had everything. I had nothing... or at least compared to you. “I saw that you tried to give me another chance but I know I could never fit into your life, girlfriend. It wasn’t meant to be. That’s why I hated everything about you so much. I tried... I mean, I really tried to fit in but it wasn’t working out. None of it was. I wasn’t you and I never could be and I saw that. And I hated it. “That’s why the Mayor was so different from the rest of them. From the rest of you. He focused on me. I was like his... daughter, or some shit like that. I felt safe with him and I didn’t have that at all when I was with you because all everyone focused on was you. But he focused on me and that made me feel good. “But when we took him out... when we all rallied together to kick his ass... I felt like you. I felt needed... don’t get me wrong, I mean, I don’t know what it is to be like you or live in your world but I felt close. And let me tell you... I didn’t like it one bit. In their own, weird ways, they kind of looked to me for guidance. Maybe it was punishment for what I did to you or maybe it’s because I’m a Slayer, I don’t know, but they looked to me sometimes, for answers that I didn’t have and... it scared me.” Faith laughed. “Who knew that something so stupid could make me so damned terrified?” Faith shook her head. “I gotta tell ya, B... I don’t know about this whole gig. I’m the one and only Slayer right now. The one and only and it just doesn’t feel right. I mean, come on, the entire time I was the Slayer, so were you so there really wasn’t that much pressure on me... but now... You know, maybe I’m blowing this all out of proportion... maybe I’m making it into a bigger deal than it has to be... I don’t know.” Faith sighed before slapping her hands on her knees and standing. “Well, that’s enough sappy shit for the day. I can’t really take it all in big leaps and bounds.” Faith shrugged on her new coat. “I’ll come talk to you. I think I need to in some weird way. Not like I really have much choice. I’m sticking around here to take over your duties, you slacker, so I can’t really run away. And your friends would make me either way, so I don’t have a choice.” Faith looked down at the blonde. “I’m so, so sorry,” Faith whispered before leaning down and kissing her forehead lightly then jumping back and exiting the room quickly. Buffy’s finger twitched slightly before she settled.
Buffy’s legs hurt. That was the only thing she was vaguely aware of as she ran through the pouring rain. It beat against her face roughly as she pushed herself. Something was chasing her and she knew that there was no way in hell she would let it catch her. She would die first. Gasping for breath, Buffy squinted her eyes as a bright flash illuminated the sky, momentarily lighting her path as she streaked across what she began to realize was a cemetery. Dark, looming tombstones created heavy shadows that looked like pitch black pits of death awaiting her as more lightening made everything sharply visible around her. Her eyes ached. Her arms ached. She felt like she had been running for hours. Her lungs burned. Her throat was horribly raw and she felt like she would fall over any moment. But something pushed her. Made her keep moving. Something was behind her. Chasing her. She could feel the hatred and the bloodlust in the creature. It was suffocating. Everything around her was flooding. The grass she ran on was slowly becoming a small lake as the rain poured. She could feel her boots becoming heavier and heavier as the water seeped in, soaking through her socks. Odd that she could feel that so vividly... Time seemed to speed up as Buffy put in a burst of effort. A part of her knew that she could never outrun whatever was behind her, but she couldn’t help but obey the silent voice. And then she was slowing. Buffy gasped and felt tears threaten to fall as her limbs became heavy, her eyes logged down with a sudden exhaustion. No! she screamed in her mind as she involuntarily moved slower. And then it tackled her. A scream moved to rip past her lips but before she could, they were falling. Strong arms wrapped around her, cold, heavy arms that felt so familiar yet pained that she wanted to just die. They fell against hard ground, landing in a deep puddle of water that she instantly sunk into, the water-logged dirt capturing her already heavy limbs as the heavy bulk of the creature on top of her forced her deeper. Buffy gasped as the creature looked up at her. Bright red eyes stared at her with the face of her Angel. Except this face was hard and calloused. Creased with hatred. Creased with an all-too familiar smirk. “My lover’s blood,” he rasped, his voice heavy with suggestion and anticipation. “Yes...” His hiss filled her ears. It was like a deep echo in her brain. She could hear her voice inside her brain objecting to the horror that was before her eyes. Who was this? It couldn’t be him, could it? Struggling as much as she could with her heavy body, Buffy felt him moving forward, the hard length of his body rubbing against hers unpleasantly. She felt his fangs pierce her skin. But they were so long... and they were going so deep... “No,” she whispered in pain as she unconsciously arched into the touch. Buffy opened her eyes, feeling the rain pelt her unpleasantly as a light shimmered above them. She could feel her blood being sipped from softly as the creature on top of her sucked at her life source. In a quick flash, Buffy blinked and saw a dark figure standing over them in the grave. A grave... was that where they had fallen? As swift as she had ever seen something move, the figure bent over and stuck a sharp knife into the creature’s back, causing it to stiffen and tear its fangs from her neck. She opened her mouth to cry out as the creature burst into a dark light, creating a thick dust that coated her. Coughing, Buffy watched as the black dust laid sprinkled across her wet body, the rain washing it away quickly. Looking up, she stared at the most beautiful face she had ever seen. Her Angel. Healthy and... dry? Buffy blinked rapidly as the sun quickly rose over them, bathing them both in light. The water instantly dried up as he stood above her, his hand outstretched to take hers. Lifting hers, a smile gracing her face - why was he in the sunlight and not bursting into the fine ash he should be? - she moved to take his warm fingers but paused. Her arm was on fire. Staring at the limb oddly, Buffy watched as the sun began to eat away at her flesh, her clothes, her hair... everything. And then the pain... It was excruciating and Buffy opened her mouth to scream. No sound came out and Buffy opened her eyes quickly to see Angel standing over her, his hand still outstretched, his face suddenly becoming fuzzy as the fire enveloped her...
Angel stared at the small body of the blonde lying in the bed. She seemed so small and fragile as she laid next to the steadily beeping machine, the stark white sheets surrounding her, causing her skin to look more pale compared to the rich tan she had had before she had been put into the coma. His face was emotionless. He remembered vividly what had happened at the Graduation Day. He remembered looking for Buffy before remembering where she was and then disappearing to his apartment to pack. This was his last night. He had decided a long time ago - Joyce’s pleas being the last straw - that it would be better if he left her. That is, if she ever woke. He had spent the nights after they had defeated the Mayor contemplating whether or not he should leave. He knew it would be in her better interest if he was out of her life - for good. After digesting Faith’s blood, Angel had rushed to the hospital, wanting to see if it was true. Buffy was in a coma. When would she wake up? No one knew and it was common knowledge that the longer she stayed that way, it was less likely she would wake up. If ever. Sighing softly, Angel moved forward. He was moving away. He couldn’t stand to be around Buffy’s friends without her there to make everything more bearable. Whenever he stood with them, he could feel their judgement. He could tell that they were blaming him. For what? He had a good idea but he didn’t want to dwell on it. It hurt too much and the fact that Buffy wasn’t there made it all the worse. Looking down at her soft face, he watched as her eye twitched and her hand jerked. Furrowing his brow, he wondered if she was dreaming. And what about. He wanted to say something... goodbye, maybe. But he couldn’t bring himself to utter the words. Instead, he leaned over her frail form and placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose before resting them on her still lips. “I love you. I’ll never forget you, Buffy.” And then he left.
Buffy was sweating. The sun was beating down on her blonde hair and she stared at the desert land before her. She cocked her head when she saw the air move in a mixture of brown and white. A flash of red and blue moved in another shimmer. Squinting her eyes, she moved to step forward only to stop when she felt something hard tugging on her wrists and ankles. Looking down, Buffy immediately jerked against the rusted chains in an effort to be free. Pulling with all the strength she could muster, she was still unable to break them. Buffy opened her mouth to question only to find she couldn’t speak. And that was when she noticed she was wearing a black dress. No wonder she was so hot. Doesn’t black attract the heat? Or something... Buffy shook her head, pulling her hands again as she tried to speak once more. What was happening?... Buffy snapped her head to the side as another blur flew past her head. And then another on the other side. What the hell? Buffy squinted against a bright flashing light, her arms attempting to come up to protect her eyes as she squeezed them shut. She could feel the harsh metal biting into her flesh. She felt the slight pain but paid no mind. The sun was blinding as she stared at three tall African American men, all dressed in flowing, colorful robes. They held long sticks. Buffy frowned and squinted harder. They didn’t speak. They didn’t have to. Buffy could hear them in her mind but they were all speaking at once that she couldn’t understand. She once again tried to speak but found her voice was gone. As their deep voices continued to echo in her head, her mind unable to keep up with their hurried language, she watched as they moved apart, two on the left and the obvious leader on the right. Then they were done. They turned to look behind them and Buffy switched her eyes to where they’re looking. At first, there was nothing but the dry desert. She saw a small lizard in the distance and she briefly wondered why she could see that far. But her vision was interrupted by a shimmering in the hot air. Then a spark. Another bright flash burned Buffy’s eyes and she turned her head to the side in an attempt to rid herself of the pain. And then it was gone and she opened her eyes to see a line of women, varying in age, ethnicity... Buffy frowned slightly as she saw a beautiful Egyptian woman with long black hair standing next to a naked white woman. There was a chubby redhead standing behind a black woman wearing a trench coat. Slayers, echoed in her mind and her eyes widened. Slayers... they were all Slayers. There were so many of them, standing in a long line as if waiting to be given something. Slayers... there were so many. Buffy tried to question what was happening but found her voice still out of commission. The first in line, a bright woman who had chestnut colored hair that glowed stared at her and Buffy found herself staring back. Her bright blue eyes were mesmerizing and it took Buffy a second to notice the bright white swirling that was occurring in the girl’s chest. Switching her eyes to the chest of the girl that was covered in a brown cotton dress, she watched as the light grew. It was like watching the sun for an entire day. Buffy’s eyes began to ache and she furrowed her brow. And then it was flying at her like a bullet. It slammed into her chest, pushing her backwards. She would have fallen on her feet had the chains not been holding her up. It took her several seconds to realize what was happening and the pain once more exploded in her chest. Opening her mouth to scream, Buffy realized that each Slayer was throwing these things at her. Each one was gathering and then flying towards her. Buffy screamed.
Buffy jerked upright in the bed, her eyes snapping open as her arms moved towards her chest. Looking around wildly, she noticed that she was laying in a bed in a hospital, the sound of a scream still echoing in her mind. Had she screamed? She felt hot and dry. Her throat was ragged and her lungs hurt as if she had really been breathing the desert air. She could hear an erratic beeping in the background and she looked around for the source only to find a small machine. The noise seemed to be getting louder and she covered her ears with her hands, opening her mouth to cry out as her chest began to throb... the noise was so loud... She was stopped by a small piece of metal flying at the back of her head, knocking her out. The machine had blown up. Pieces of plastic and wires littered the room around the blonde, cradling her in the mess, the metal stand that had hit her in the back of her head laying next to the closed window. A moment later, a nurse burst into the room only to scream and call for a doctor as Buffy’s head began to bleed.
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