The soft dirt oozed its way through Buffy's toes as she patrolled
through the proles neighborhood. Any vampires brave enough to exist in this
world would usually be found with the proles, for the proles were
free. Free to be stupid, ignorant, underpriviledged animals. But
nonetheless, Buffy patrolled, for her duty as a Vampire Slayer was to
guarantee the protection of all people, not just the Inner and Outer
party. She did this for Big Brother. It was her destiny.

It was the year 1984, and Buffy was a slayer of vampires. Most people had
no idea of what vampires were, for the Ministry of Truth covered up all
signs of vampires. Vampires were rebellious, troublesome creatures, who
clung to the misguided past. Buffy didn't like to think about the past.
She had no real memories of it herself, but what she has heard about it,
she knew it was horrible. Vampires were beyond help, beyond the
Ministry of Love. Some people they were able to save, but those classified
as a vampire, no amount of anything the Minilove provided would help.
Buffy, who carried out justice, released them of their life. If
let to live, they would spread thoughts to others, and that was a
dangerous thing. Ignorance was strength, and always would be.

Buffy only wished she could find the elusive Goldstein, leader of the
Brotherhood, he should be disposed of immediately. There was nothing
the Ministry of Love could do to help him. Goldstein was responsible for any
attack, and everything that went wrong. Buffy smiled happily as she
remembered the last 2 minutes of hate, in which Big Brother saved them
from Goldstein. Buffy clenched her fist in hate, wishing Goldstein would
appear, so that she could do with him as she wished.

Buffy briefly wondered what went on in the Ministry of Love, then
quickly diminished the thought. The Minilove did not concern her; finding
Goldstein and the people on her list was her priority. Patrolling could be
dangerous, on nights such as these, when the list was small, and not too
many people are out. With nothing to do, unwanted thoughts could enter
her mind without warning.

Buffy wondered why people wanted to revolt against Big Brother. He
was everything to them. Without him, there would be no leader,
no one to protect them from dangers, complete chaos would ensue. Buffy
knew what happened pre-BB, the world was hell. It was-

Buffy froze, her Slayer senses prickling about her. Someone was
watching her- everyone knew that was prohibited. It was too dangerous,
Buffy might mistake them for attackers. Aimee, the previous slayer, was known
for her shock attacks. Innocent people were killed, but it was their own
fault. Staring at a Slayer for too long was much like walking in front of
a speeding car. It was like being in the Brotherhood. It was suicide.
If she was seen anywhere, she was to be ignored. Never let your eyes linger
any longer than a second, or she was liable to remove a body part. Buffy was
a moral girl, of course, and had no time for ridiculous partakings
such as sexual intercourse. She was a Slayer, and had time only for her
duty. She would never marry, which of course was never allowed for Slayers,
for it would be too difficult, with her job.

Buffy turned and threw a punch at the intruder behind her. "Name!"
she demanded, studying his face intently. As she was trained with the
thought police, she could tell if anyone was lying. 'Speak wisely'
Buffy thought to herself, 'Your life lies in my hands'. The thought
of all the power she had caused Buffy to smile inwardly. Other than
Big Brother, her name was the most feared, and even most loved. She would
protect the people.

"Daniel Osborne," the short man said quietly. He was short, barely taller
than she was. He was definitely a prole, no member of the Party would
be allowed to have green hair and black nails. Buffy looked upon the
man with disgust. He would never make it anywhere in life, he was
doomed to wander through life aimlessly, with no real purpose. Buffy
couldn't help but despise the man standing in front of her, who was looking
straight into her eyes. Without fear.

"Are you happy?" Osborne finally asked, his eyes penetrating through
Buffy. She hated the way he was staring at her, it was like he could
see right through her. Which was stupid of course, because no one had
the power to do so. She was the only one blessed with extra powers, and
all they included was super strength and intuition.

"Now that is a ridiculous question, one you shouldn't be asking," Buffy
informed him sharply, as she flipped through her list. 'Don't ask questions,
everyone knows that' she thought bitterly. Her eyes
widened in surprise when she found that Daniel Osborne's name on her
list. He was classified as a dangerous vampire, one to be killed immediately.
The man seemed harmless enough to her, despite his lack of fear.
And yet, she had to kill him.

"It's just that, are you happy, or happy because Big Brother tells you
to be?" Osborne asked as he watched her extract her stake. He made no effort
to move, and Buffy wished he would at least try to escape. She would catch
and kill him anyway, but with him just standing there, it hardly seemed fair.
This was her moment, and his final one. Buffy stepped forward, and felt an
unusual feeling in her stomach as she sank the stake into Osborne's
heart. His eyes widened and mouth formed an O as he gasped in pain. He
slumped to the ground. blood pouring from his mouth. And Buffy felt bad.
But yet, this was only a vampire- he was dangerous. He was a menace
to society, she was doing everyone a favor, saving them from
his spreading him thoughts around. Thoughts were dangerous.

Buffy took a step back, and frowned as she squashed a flower. Flowers
were so pretty, one of the few things she got pleasure out of.
Osborne's words rang back to her *or happy because Big Brother tells
you to be?*. Of course she was happy. She had a job. A duty. She
had to finish before the sun rose.

Buffy forgot the flower, picked up the dead body, and made her way to the
incinerator, where he was to be burnt. No reminisce of him would remain,
he was gone. Forgotten. As of now, Daniel Osborne no longer existed.

She walked off, leaving her footprints in the dirt, and she wondered- was
she happy?