I always thought, ever since I found out I was a Potential Slayer… I figured one day, maybe, I'd be called, and then I'd be special. Unique. One girl in all the world with the strength and skill, and all that. Then my Watcher told me there'd been some kind of mix-up – the Slayer had died momentarily and another had been called, so now there were two.
When I was called, Buffy Summers was still alive; she was still The Slayer, as she had been for two and a half years. I was just the other Slayer, y'know? Not so special after all. And when my Watcher died and I went to Sunnydale, it was obvious that people – and demons – on the Hellmouth would always just see me as the backup. Except Kakistos, I showed him eventually. He deserved it for what he did to my Watcher, the only person who ever truly frickin' cared about me.
And now thanks to Red there are hundreds, maybe thousands of Slayers. Everyone else is still lookin' back at the hole in the earth where Sunnydale used to be, and I just don't care enough about the place. It was never my home. Now I guess the new Slayers will need to be trained, and I'm guessin' that responsibility falls to the Slayers who fought in Sunnydale. The best will, of course, compete for Buffy's attention. The rest will be stuck with the girls from Sunnydale. I don't even know if I'll get the bottom of the pile, or if I'm headed straight back to jail once the bus stops.
Sometimes, it really sucks to be me.