CHAPTER FOUR
Dawn walked to the Magic Box with a dreamy smile on her face. Despite the bad start, it
had been a good day.
But then, every day started out bad for Dawn.
After the morning's encounter, she had walked about in a happy daze. Pretty lame, she
knew, but it made her wonder if puppy love wasn't so bad after all.
"He's a dream..." she murmured.
As she neared the Magic Box, her smile faded. Giles hasn't been quite the same now that
Buffy is gone. Not that he had been the friendliest person to Dawn before, but now.... He
looked as if he had a duty to protect something he hated, and that something was Dawn.
Everything was different now. She had moved in with Xander and Anya and was living
in their small guest room. It was only temporary until Willow and Tara got a place of
their own. She had been left in thier custody.
Apparently Glory's portal had not just disrupted Sunnydale. Four simultaneous
earthquakes had happened in four different places around the world, convincing many the
Catholic rapture had occurred. Lightning attacks had frizzled power and telephone lines,
and mass flooding occurred in the Atlantic.
Giles had been trying to contact The Watchers' Council ever since Buffy's death. One of
the earthquakes had happened right in London, and the Watchers' Council had been
destroyed. Getting in touch with them was a hard task, considering they weren't exactly
listed in the Yellow Pages.
The reason for this need to contact the Council was simple: Who was the new Slayer?
There was doubt if there was one at all. Some stated that a new Slayer had already been
activated when Kendra had been called. Others thought a new line had been started, that
there would be two Chosen Ones forever.
Dawn thought the only reason for Giles' interest was pure guilt. Guilt that he had let the
Slayer give up her life for another. But isn't that what all Slayers did eventually?
Until they found out who the new Slayer was (and the Watchers' Council itself wasn't
even sure) the remaining Scooby Gang was patroling on a regular basis.
Now that she thought about it, Dawn figured since Faith was in jail they were the only
ones fighting against the forces of darkness.
Besides Angel of course. But no one talked about Angel much anyway.
Dawn still wasn't allowed on patrol. But that didn't keep her from helping.
She just went with Spike instead.
Spike no longer acted like the "big bad" he was supposed to be. Buffy's death had broken
his heart. Now he had devoted himself to Buffy's cause: fighting vampires. He was
officially on the "good side." No one really saw him anymore except for Dawn. She still
visited him, and Spike saw her as the only reason for continuing on with eternity and not
plunging a stake through his unbeating heart.
Dawn was with Spike when she staked her very first vampire.
She had gradually grown addicted to the feel of wood puncturing flesh, the explosion of
dust. And even while Spike held the vampires down for her, she could feel herself
growing stronger.
She came home that night tired and covered with dust.
Dawn walked to the Magic Box with a dreamy smile on her face. Despite the bad start, it
had been a good day.
But then, every day started out bad for Dawn.
After the morning's encounter, she had walked about in a happy daze. Pretty lame, she
knew, but it made her wonder if puppy love wasn't so bad after all.
"He's a dream..." she murmured.
As she neared the Magic Box, her smile faded. Giles hasn't been quite the same now that
Buffy is gone. Not that he had been the friendliest person to Dawn before, but now.... He
looked as if he had a duty to protect something he hated, and that something was Dawn.
Everything was different now. She had moved in with Xander and Anya and was living
in their small guest room. It was only temporary until Willow and Tara got a place of
their own. She had been left in thier custody.
Apparently Glory's portal had not just disrupted Sunnydale. Four simultaneous
earthquakes had happened in four different places around the world, convincing many the
Catholic rapture had occurred. Lightning attacks had frizzled power and telephone lines,
and mass flooding occurred in the Atlantic.
Giles had been trying to contact The Watchers' Council ever since Buffy's death. One of
the earthquakes had happened right in London, and the Watchers' Council had been
destroyed. Getting in touch with them was a hard task, considering they weren't exactly
listed in the Yellow Pages.
The reason for this need to contact the Council was simple: Who was the new Slayer?
There was doubt if there was one at all. Some stated that a new Slayer had already been
activated when Kendra had been called. Others thought a new line had been started, that
there would be two Chosen Ones forever.
Dawn thought the only reason for Giles' interest was pure guilt. Guilt that he had let the
Slayer give up her life for another. But isn't that what all Slayers did eventually?
Until they found out who the new Slayer was (and the Watchers' Council itself wasn't
even sure) the remaining Scooby Gang was patroling on a regular basis.
Now that she thought about it, Dawn figured since Faith was in jail they were the only
ones fighting against the forces of darkness.
Besides Angel of course. But no one talked about Angel much anyway.
Dawn still wasn't allowed on patrol. But that didn't keep her from helping.
She just went with Spike instead.
Spike no longer acted like the "big bad" he was supposed to be. Buffy's death had broken
his heart. Now he had devoted himself to Buffy's cause: fighting vampires. He was
officially on the "good side." No one really saw him anymore except for Dawn. She still
visited him, and Spike saw her as the only reason for continuing on with eternity and not
plunging a stake through his unbeating heart.
Dawn was with Spike when she staked her very first vampire.
She had gradually grown addicted to the feel of wood puncturing flesh, the explosion of
dust. And even while Spike held the vampires down for her, she could feel herself
growing stronger.
She came home that night tired and covered with dust.