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If Dawn dies, then I’m done with being a Slayer.
The sun was starting to set and Buffy knew the vamps would be out soon. Always a fight to fight. Demons didn’t care if you were grieving for both your mother and sister. They didn’t care if you’d just had blowout with your dad. They didn’t even care if you felt like the loneliest person in the entire world. All they cared about was themselves.
Buffy sometimes pondered during the same, but she couldn’t. Not when she was destined to save the world until she died.
It’d been three weeks since Dawn died. Three weeks, four days, six hours, and three minutes. They had been so sure she would be saved. Giles had found a way to alter Dawn’s blood so she wouldn’t open the portal. Buffy had ran up on the tower and gave her the small vial of liquid, and waited.
Dawn’s blood became pure and human, and the portal never opened. It was short-lived victory. As they were coming down from the tower, one of Glory’s minions grabbed Dawn, and before Buffy could react, he pierce the young girl’s heart with a sword. And moments later, she died in Buffy’s arms.
It took Buffy days to get the smell of her sister’s blood off her hands. She scrubbed them all the time, and her friends allowed it. Giles planned the funeral, while Tara and Willow bought the flowers. The teenage girl would be buried by their mother, who’d died just months before.
Buffy couldn’t remember the days after Dawn’s death. They all blended together as numbness set in. She couldn’t save her mother or her sister. And slowly she became a shell of the young woman she’d been.
Things continued to change around her. She made good on her promise and told Giles she would no longer patrol. Her Watcher understood, and told her he was on his way to England, knowing he would have to tell the Council Sunnydale was now unprotected. Buffy had nothing to say to that.
Instead, she withdrew from her friends and sat in her room most days. Willow and Tara tried to lure her out, and Anya actually tried to drag her out. Buffy wouldn’t budge until she was ready. With her bag packed, she handed the house over to Willow and Tara and left Sunnydale - her first stop being Los Angeles, the place where she’d grown up.
Her anger was getting the best of her and she found herself on her dad’s doorstep. It surprised her, considering Angel was in LA, and she thought she’d run to him. But, her father seemed like the logical choice at the moment. And there was so much she wanted to say to him.
Buffy’s words were harsh, and she blamed him for her mother and sister’s deaths. Hank had tried to soothe his daughter, which only caused him to find a fist in his face.
And for the first time in weeks, Buffy felt almost alive.
That’s when she decided to stay in Los Angeles for a while longer, and fight vamps. Violence seemed to be the key to her pain. Hit something and feel better. If it worked, then Buffy was going to do it, even if there was a part of her that knew it was unhealthy.
“Little girls shouldn’t be in dark alleys by themselves.”
Buffy turned around and smiled sweetly at the vampire. “And creeps with bumpy foreheads shouldn’t bother the Slayer,” she said as she started to hit the vampire.
Plummet first and stake later was her new motto.