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AN: English is not my first language, so I'm apologising for mistakes.:)

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Just Faith

Something was different.

I could feel it. Something big has changed. Something was gone. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

I felt apocalipse-ishy for nearly three month. But then it changed. It was over and with a good outcome. That was good news. But then what was the other thing I felt?

Angel visited me four days ago and said that in L. A. everything was normal- well as normal as it usually was. So it couldn't have happened in the city of Angels. But then…

Then the only possibility was Sunnydale…

Buffy…

So there was an apocalypse. Again. And B and the Scoobies stopped it. That's good. I was happy for them. But the other feeling? Why I felt different? What has changed?

The world was back to normal; Angel was all right; the apocalypse has been stopped; B was…

Wait a minute…

…

Oh my…

I knew it then. She was gone. That's why I felt different. I sensed that she had died.

That meant…

What did it mean?

That I was alone. Again. But in a more stressful and serious way than ever before. I become the Chosen One. The only one.

Giles explained more than two years ago that B's death wouldn't activate a new slayer 'cause she already activated me.

I was alone.

But - probably 'cause the jail had its desired effect and at long last I had changed a lot – another thought had entered my mind. That I was not the only one who was alone.

The world was as well.

The only slayer in existence was in prison and would remain there for quite a long time. Where did that leave the world's chances? If the demons learnt that the Original Slayer was dead and I was in prison, hell would soon break out.

Angel.

Yeah. He was against evil. But for the demons the word 'Slayer' was more frightening than the phrase 'Brooding Vampire with a Soul' even though he was formerly known as Angelus, Scourge of Europe.

And I couldn't help. I was inside a cage and though I wanted to get out and probably could have easily done it, I wouldn't. I wanted to fulfil my sentence. I wanted, no I needed forgiveness. I wanted to earn my redemption. So I wouldn't break out.

But then…

What would happen? Were the Scoobies able to keep the hellmouth closed? Could they stop anything worse then couple of vampires or nasty demons? Did they have enough strength?

I wasn't sure but I hoped so and somewhere inside I felt it.

They did. Because they were essentially good, or for the honour of B, or simply because fighting evil become their everyday life a long-long time ago.

I was worried but also hopeful and so many others I couldn't even list them. I didn't know anybody can feel so many different emotions without exploding into tiny little pieces.

I was miserable for approximately 3 month.

But today…

I get up and I immediately felt the changes. I don't know how it is possible. I can't even believe it but I feel it. My mind protests but my senses are sure.

Buffy is alive. Again. No tan other slayer, there was no activation. It's B.

I don't really know why I'm so sceptical. After all this isn't her first come back from death. I'm happy. For her. For the Scoobies. For Dawn. For Angel. For the world.

People get an other chance to survive. Let's hope they'll be wise enough not to loose it again in the near future.

The only thing that bothers me is that they didn't tell me. There were no letters, notes or a call that said ''Oh, just to inform you, Buffy died, we still hate you, bye."

Even angel didn't tell me.

But I don't matter.

And the world doesn't need me. It has Buffy.

I'm just the second.

I'm just Faith.

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