The rest of the Scoobies were still angry at each other the next day. No one paid enough attention to each other anymore to notice that the two original slayers were gone, only Dawn and Robin knew. When it was discovered that they had left, the person who showed the most emotions about it was Andrew, who shed a few tears.
This was the day they all went their separate ways.
Willow decided to travel the world and unlock all its magical mysteries that she could. Kennedy wanted to stay to continue training the other girls, so they split up. It was amicable, but still upsetting.
Xander went back to the states. Somehow he ended up in a bar in Texas. He stayed there for some reason, and started a new life. A vampire and slayer free life.
The feeling around the house was too cold for Dawn now, so she went back to Rome. They had stayed there for a while once, and she developed a strange love for the city in her short time there. Or maybe she just had warm thoughts about it since she was there with Buffy, but at least it was someplace to go.
Buffy and Faith headed for good old Mexico. Faith knew a guy who said that the demon activity was pretty high in a few places there. So they went to some little town and got a small house to live in with some money they had been given from the government after Sunnydale was destroyed. It's not like they were going to move to the suburbs and get a 9 to 5 job. Slaying is what they knew and they were damn good at it. This plan gave them everything they needed.
Compared to the house in England, their place was a complete downgrade, but they didn't mind. The girls also didn't mind that they couldn't speak the local tongue; they'd make due.
In the beginning, they had their doubts that they weren't going to like it there, but eventually they truly started enjoying themselves. There were your average vamps and demons, and the local bar was okay. Buffy and Faith frequented there quite a bit. They would drink, dance, and have more fun than they were used to, the type of fun that brought back old memories, but without any stealing or people murdering, of course.
Spike was figuring out how to live as a ghost and without Buffy. It was a work in progress, and there were a few bumps to smooth through, but he was holding up alright.
Everyone was rediscovering themselves. They had no weight on their shoulders anymore. For the first time in years they were being selfish in their decisions. With all the new slayers they no longer had to worry about protecting the world; there were other people for that now. Sunnydale always held them back, although they'd never regret that, but it was just a simple truth.
And this is how their lives went on. It was pretty good for them all, for a while anyway. But, of course, all good things come to an end, and there was no one who knew that as well as the Scoobies did.