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Finished: April 7, 2001
~~ Is This The End? ~~
I can't believe this happened to us. I always thought, "I'm the Slayer, my friends will be safe because I can fight anything that tries to hurt them." Boy, was I wrong. It all started just a short week ago.
Spike's Robo-Me actually helped me kill Glory. Or more accurately, she tried to suck its brain out, thinking it was me, and electrocuted herself, leaving the robot's programming fried. After Glory was weakened, I began attacking with every ounce of strength I had, using a blessed sword. Though I don't remember how she died exactly, I do remember the fact that she suddenly left and then Ben was there saying goodbye, covered in blood. I asked him what happened but he didn't know; he told me that he knew Dawn was safe from Glory. The bloodied sword in my hands, I realized, was the object that killed him.
Spike skipped town after learning indirectly that his Buffybot didn't survive Glory's onslaught. No big surprise there. I guess he found her mangled body sitting in his armchair, where I left her, with a note: "Thanks for lending me myself."
Sure Dawn was safe, until she crossed the street to the Magic Box without noticing the car barreling down the road until it was too late. She died on the way to the hospital in the ambulance. Vampire, demons, space monsters; I can handle them...but a drunk driver? That's one of the few things that actually scare me anymore.
Xander was taken when he accompanied me on a regular vamp patrol. We got separated in the cemetery when two vamps split up. I went after one, Xander after the other. We got them both, but not before one got Xander. I found him sitting against a headstone with a couple of chest and stomach wounds. I carefully helped him up and drove him to the hospital but he'd been hurt too badly and died in his sleep about an hour later.
Anya was distraught over Xander's death more than she was when my Mom died. She called me a couple of nights later, crying uncontrollably and saying how lonely she was and how she couldn't take it anymore. I tried to talk her out of what she was thinking, but I realized it was too late when her voice slurred and the phone hit the floor. She'd already done something drastic before calling me. I ran over to Xander's as fast as I could but she was already dead lying in his bed, hugging some of his clothes, having overdosed on sleeping pills and alcohol. She had no breath and no pulse so I tried to revive her but when the ambulance arrived, they said it was too late. The whole scene reminded me of my mother's death.
Willow and Tara were possessed during a spell they promised me was "simpler than simple." They wanted to contact Xander like they did with the ghosts of the orphaned children in Riley's dorm. They showed me the spell and told me what it would do so I wouldn't worry and then I left their dorm room promising them I'd meet them at the Bronze later. Well, they showed up, but they weren't themselves. Outside, they tried to kill me and use spells against me, but I successfully knocked them out and drove them to Giles'. I told him about the spell that they had tried and he quickly found it and told me that, sometimes, the spell-caster would fall into a trance and a demon spirit could possibly inhabit their body. We were able to undo the lock that the spirits had on their bodies but the damage had been done. Willow and Tara never woke up.
As for Giles, the sudden loss of the Scooby Gang destroyed him emotionally and mentally and he withdrew from life. He wouldn't talk to me and when he did, he talked to me as if I was Ms. Calendar. I hated leaving him in the hospital, but it was best for him. He could get help from people who knew what they were doing. I went to visit him the next day but he had supposedly lashed out at one of the nurses then locked himself in a closet and slit his throat. I had to break the door open for them but when I saw Giles lying there, I left in tears.
My life was lonely and meaningless and when I began thinking of suicide, I went to my doctor. He prescribed anti-depressants and sleeping pills but they didn't help. I blamed myself for each of their deaths since it was I who had held the sword that killed Ben; it was I who had told Dawn to come to the Magic Box that day; it was I who had let Xander come patrolling with me; it was I who couldn't get to Anya in time; it was I who let Willow and Tara perform that stupid spell; and it was I who admitted Giles to the psychiatric ward. I did this to my friends in one short week. How could I have been their friend if I was the one that killed them?
So here I am, strangely enough, getting the life sucked out of me by a vampire. I paid him to do it. I'm such a hypocrite, telling Riley that he could've died by letting them suck his blood then turning around and doing it myself. At least it's not in an old warehouse like the one I found Riley in. No, I'm in Spike's crypt. He's the only one who didn't die because of me but he left because he was afraid I'd kill him. Sort of ironic, isn't it? Yet it doesn't seem to matter now. I paid the vamp to kill me and he agreed. He's lying on top of me, pinning me to the floor as if I'm going to change my mind and try to throw him off. Tears seep from my closed eyes and I weep silently as I prepare to die.
Finished: April 7, 2001
~~ Is This The End? ~~
I can't believe this happened to us. I always thought, "I'm the Slayer, my friends will be safe because I can fight anything that tries to hurt them." Boy, was I wrong. It all started just a short week ago.
Spike's Robo-Me actually helped me kill Glory. Or more accurately, she tried to suck its brain out, thinking it was me, and electrocuted herself, leaving the robot's programming fried. After Glory was weakened, I began attacking with every ounce of strength I had, using a blessed sword. Though I don't remember how she died exactly, I do remember the fact that she suddenly left and then Ben was there saying goodbye, covered in blood. I asked him what happened but he didn't know; he told me that he knew Dawn was safe from Glory. The bloodied sword in my hands, I realized, was the object that killed him.
Spike skipped town after learning indirectly that his Buffybot didn't survive Glory's onslaught. No big surprise there. I guess he found her mangled body sitting in his armchair, where I left her, with a note: "Thanks for lending me myself."
Sure Dawn was safe, until she crossed the street to the Magic Box without noticing the car barreling down the road until it was too late. She died on the way to the hospital in the ambulance. Vampire, demons, space monsters; I can handle them...but a drunk driver? That's one of the few things that actually scare me anymore.
Xander was taken when he accompanied me on a regular vamp patrol. We got separated in the cemetery when two vamps split up. I went after one, Xander after the other. We got them both, but not before one got Xander. I found him sitting against a headstone with a couple of chest and stomach wounds. I carefully helped him up and drove him to the hospital but he'd been hurt too badly and died in his sleep about an hour later.
Anya was distraught over Xander's death more than she was when my Mom died. She called me a couple of nights later, crying uncontrollably and saying how lonely she was and how she couldn't take it anymore. I tried to talk her out of what she was thinking, but I realized it was too late when her voice slurred and the phone hit the floor. She'd already done something drastic before calling me. I ran over to Xander's as fast as I could but she was already dead lying in his bed, hugging some of his clothes, having overdosed on sleeping pills and alcohol. She had no breath and no pulse so I tried to revive her but when the ambulance arrived, they said it was too late. The whole scene reminded me of my mother's death.
Willow and Tara were possessed during a spell they promised me was "simpler than simple." They wanted to contact Xander like they did with the ghosts of the orphaned children in Riley's dorm. They showed me the spell and told me what it would do so I wouldn't worry and then I left their dorm room promising them I'd meet them at the Bronze later. Well, they showed up, but they weren't themselves. Outside, they tried to kill me and use spells against me, but I successfully knocked them out and drove them to Giles'. I told him about the spell that they had tried and he quickly found it and told me that, sometimes, the spell-caster would fall into a trance and a demon spirit could possibly inhabit their body. We were able to undo the lock that the spirits had on their bodies but the damage had been done. Willow and Tara never woke up.
As for Giles, the sudden loss of the Scooby Gang destroyed him emotionally and mentally and he withdrew from life. He wouldn't talk to me and when he did, he talked to me as if I was Ms. Calendar. I hated leaving him in the hospital, but it was best for him. He could get help from people who knew what they were doing. I went to visit him the next day but he had supposedly lashed out at one of the nurses then locked himself in a closet and slit his throat. I had to break the door open for them but when I saw Giles lying there, I left in tears.
My life was lonely and meaningless and when I began thinking of suicide, I went to my doctor. He prescribed anti-depressants and sleeping pills but they didn't help. I blamed myself for each of their deaths since it was I who had held the sword that killed Ben; it was I who had told Dawn to come to the Magic Box that day; it was I who had let Xander come patrolling with me; it was I who couldn't get to Anya in time; it was I who let Willow and Tara perform that stupid spell; and it was I who admitted Giles to the psychiatric ward. I did this to my friends in one short week. How could I have been their friend if I was the one that killed them?
So here I am, strangely enough, getting the life sucked out of me by a vampire. I paid him to do it. I'm such a hypocrite, telling Riley that he could've died by letting them suck his blood then turning around and doing it myself. At least it's not in an old warehouse like the one I found Riley in. No, I'm in Spike's crypt. He's the only one who didn't die because of me but he left because he was afraid I'd kill him. Sort of ironic, isn't it? Yet it doesn't seem to matter now. I paid the vamp to kill me and he agreed. He's lying on top of me, pinning me to the floor as if I'm going to change my mind and try to throw him off. Tears seep from my closed eyes and I weep silently as I prepare to die.