The world around them wasn't as great as it felt when they were together. Too many unhappy people around them but when they held each other they were better then happy. They were satisfied. They both kew something had to go wrong seeing as everything was so perfect. Nothing was ever perfect for too long. But why not? Why couldn't they have their happy ending. Dawn remembered what Spike told her about happy endings.
"The problem with "happy endings" luv, is that there is no ending. In the movies they only show them at their happiest moment, not the real end. When the guy turns out to be a sodding prick and the girl is a psychotic self obsorbed bitch."
She would just smile and nod being hopefull as always. This was enough this could be there end just here together defending the world as always. There end could be a beggining of happiness. Of satisfaction. Maybe they were far from perfect. But they both desreved this. They had endured anough suffering for a lifetime and they needed something to be theres, Something that could make their worthless lives worth living for. Losing each other was enough to drive them both insane and now that they were together maybe they could heal. Never fully, because they were just too broken but maybe they could survive. Neither one of them thought they were worthy of each other, but they both were. They made each other happy. They wanted to be alive when they were together and that was enough. This thing between them had been established as wrong as something twisted. But it was more innoscent and pure then any great love in history. Because without each other they just didn't fit they didn't work. When they were away from each other they lost all worth, all sanity.
They didn't want to wake that morning. The only thing left was the scoobies. Wanted to flee town. Make something else out of the life they had. Out of nothing. Making something out of nothing was Dawn's specialty. Knew how to make things seem better than they were. And things weren't that great. The slayer dead and gone. Permanintely. Because this was something they couldn't stop. She wasn't in some hell demension. It was just like last time. She was for sure in heavan. For all the times she saved the world she had a pass straight to the pearly gaits. So now they were alone again. Dawn was tired if having to save the world, tired of having this weight of the world. She was too young too weak. Twently now. Looked eighteen. No, never really did look eighteen. Dawn always looked older then she was. And now she would be like this forever. So things couldn't be so bad. She was going to live forever with the one she loved. Accept, now she had to save the world...forever. Alone. No slayer death meants no new slayer. But a slayer had died.
"Spike!" Dawn woke from Spike's embrace.
"Yeah, I'm up." Spike mumbled as he sat straight up from a dead sleep. Pun intended. "Everything okay Nibblet?" Spike asked looking over at her.
"Yeah." She smiled. "I just realized something. If Buffy is dead than there has to be another slayer right." Dawn said proud of herself.
"Well yeah but your the one in Sunnydale. And youv'e been slayer longer. So technicaly that's only worse, cause it makes you head slayer." Spike nodded.
"Thanks a lot." Dawn rolled her eyes.
"Sorry luv, just being honest." Spike smirked.
"Always with the honestly. Id'e rather youde just lie to me." Dawn admitted. "Id'e rather everyone just started lying more. Like before." She smiled sarcasticaly.
"Yeah it would make things easier if we were all a bunch of lying bastards." Spike wrapped his arm around Dawn.
"Hope I'm not unterupting anything." A girl said standing by Spike's front door.
"Sorta were bird, so why dontcha leave now." Spike looked angry.
"Sorry I came here to find the slayer. But it looks like I got something better, two vamps I presume." The girl stood stake in hand. She had short raven black hair to her shoulders and bright green eyes.
"No you found the slayer." Dawn admitted standing up quickly. "What do you want?" She asked adjusting herself.
"Oh." The girl looked shocked. "But your with a...a..." She couldn't seem to finish.
"Vampire." Spike answered for her.
"Yeah, aren't you supposed to be killing them?" She asked shocked.
"Usually, but we do things a little different in my town." Dawn smirked. "He has a soul." She admitted.
"Oh. I see." The girl looked over at his bare chest and quickly looked away. "Well I'm Kit." She smiled holding out her hand to shake Dawns.
Dawn just looked at her without shaking her hand. "What do you want?" She asked annoyed.
"Oh I'm sorry." The raven haired stranger frowned. "I'm the slayer, well a slayer...the new slayer. Not sure why but my watcher said that another slayer had died. He also said he wanted me to meet you. That you could teach me something. Plus I really wanted to meet you." The girl giggled.
"Yeah, well I'm not much for the teaching. And the other slayer that died was my sister." Dawn frowned.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Kit frowned again.
"S'allright." Dawn smirked. "I'm Dawn." Her smirk rose into a smile.
"Im Kit...I already told you that." She giggled.
"How old are you?" Dawn asked.
"I'm Sixteen tommorow." She smiled.
"I'm sorry." Dawn apologized.
"Why?" Kit looked confused.
"Your a slayer. It's not as great as you think it's gonna be." She said honeslty. "Plus your too giggly to be a slayer."
"You were giggly...bloody hell you still are." Spike smiled standing up and throwing on a shirt.
"Okay fine I can be. But it's harder when your not cynical, makes you hate the job, it holds you back." Dawn said trying to cover.
"So I mean are you two together?" Kit asked looking from Spike to Dawn.
"Why don't you just come out and say it." Dawn said sarcasticaly. "Yeah we are." She laughed.
"But he's a vamp. I know you said he has a soul but hes still totaly a demon." The girl looked confused.
"Yeah, occipational hazard." Dawn smiled.
"Spike." Spike reached out his hand to shake the girls.
She slowely reached out to touch his cold hand. "I'm Kit." She pulled away quickly, shyly. "Wait...Spike?" She looked over at Dawn then back to Spike. "Like the Spike, the evil killer, the one who's was friends with Angelus."
"Well wait a bloody second now, we were never friends. Partners in crime maybe, but it was more he was my side kick than anything. Me and the poofter were never...friends" Spike said with descust.
"How can you be a slayer and be with him?" Kit asked confused.
"It's obvious you listen to everything your watcher says. We do things differently here, maybe you could learn something junior slayer." Dawn said sarcasticaly.
"Sorry I just...It's weird is all." Kit studdered over her words. "So where do you live?" She asked looking at Dawn.
"A house, down the street." Dawn nodded. "I kinda have to go there anyways. I should tell Giles about this." Dawn nodded.
"Your watcher?" The girl raised her eyesbrows.
"Sorta." Dawn nodded. "You comming." She asked looking at Spike.
"When would I ever leave your side." Spike smiled coyly. "Plus I was looking to fix this." Spike said playing with his hair.
Dawn laughed. "Anya has some hair dye that she left in my bathroom." Dawn smiled. "I helped her dye her hair again. But I can help you if you want."
"Yeah, I don't think this is as tough as my usual hair." Spike got a strangely shy look on his face.
"I kinda like it." Dawn smiled running her fingers through his hair. "But your right it's not you." Dawn grabbed Spike's hand and the three of them walked out the door.
"So uhm...how did you two get together?" Kit asked nervously trying to make conversation as they walked to the house.
"It just kinda happened." Dawn answered reluctantly.
"So what made you the slayer?" Kit asked curious.
"Another slayer died, but she was brought back. And she had become the slayer because, my sister had died but been brought back." Dawn tried to explain. "It's this whole confusing thing. Slayers don't like to play dead." Dawn smiled coyly.
"Oh I see." Kit tried to smile, but deep down she was afraid. Hearing how often slayers died wasn't comforting. She was a good fighter, because she had to be. But she was obviously not mature enough to face death yet.
"Your gonna have to get comfortable with death." Dawn said looking down at the raven haired slayer.
"What do you mean?" She asked confused.
"A slayer lives death." Dawn paused. "She breaths it. It's what she is. To become a slayer the other slayer has to die. So death becomes your entire purpose for living." Dawn tried to give a speech Buffy had once given her. One that was ulitmitely true.
"Wow, I never thought of it that way. I'm sorta afraid of death." Kit admitted.
"You wont be after a while." Dawn spoke honestly. "Were here." She announced as she looked at the familiar house on Revello Drive. "Home sweet home."
"It's nice." Kit offered.
"It's empty." Dawn frowned. Dawn walked into the house and picked up the phone Spike and Kit following behind her. "Make yourself comfortable." Dawn said machanicaly looking at Kit.
"Uhm, thanks." Kit said sitting down on the sofa.
Dawn grabbed the cordless phone and dialed Giles's number in England. "Ring...Ring...Hello." Giles answered quickly.
"Hey, It's Dawn." Dawn replied.
"Oh, how are things going with Spike?" He asked concerned.
"Great. But there's something else." Dawn said quetly.
"What is it?"
"Well someone came by and she claims to be the new slayer." Dawn offered reluctantly.
"Oh my." Giles replied in shock. "Well that's great, she could learn a lot from you." Giles answered.
"Yeah I guesse." Dawn tried to act pleased. "Well I just thought id'e tell you but I'll call you later and let you know how things go."
"Yes please do." Giles spoke his British accent ringing through the phone.
"Bye."
"Goodbye Dawn." Giles said hanging up the phone.
"All right well I told Giles." Dawn said walking into the room. "So you can stay in Buffy's old room if you want. Just don't touch anything or move anything." Dawn demanded.
"Hey you guys." Willow said comming down the stairs. "Who's this?" She asked looking at the Raven haired beauty.
"This is Kit, the new slayer." Dawn introduced her. "Kit this is Willow."
"Hello." Kit said shaking Willow's hand.
"She's cute." Willow smiled shaking her hand. "Always welcome to fresh meat around here." Willow nodded in approval.
"Hmm." Dawn rolled her eyes displeased.
Another slayer. Just another hopeless girl. Another one that would become a victim. Because this one just didn't have it. Dawn always did. Buffy always did. But even Buffy didn't have the most important thing to being a slayer. The will to live. The strength to fight wanting death. Dawn did. She lived even when they were all dead. And it was a reward in the end. To find her everything was still alive. It was worth it. All of it. All of the pain. And Dawn cold fight pain. She was a slayer. Always had been. Didn't want to be. But always was. This girl just didn't have it. She was small and niave. And week. Wouldn't know how to fight when she was suffering because everyone around her was dying. And Dawn was going to have to try and help her. But something inside her knew it was worthless. She was just another victim. Just another soon to be numb girl. Just another face. Just another slayer.
Authors Note: Hope you enjoy this. It was sorta short. But I like where this chap ended. And I wanted to add something new. Thought a slayer would do the trick. So please review. And give me some ideas if you got any. Im kinda drawing a blank here. Lol. So review review review and please enjoy.
