It had been Willow who had told Buffy that she was buried here. Her parents hadn't been able to afford for the body to be taken back to Jamaica, and seeing as a dead slayer was of no use to the council, they had also refused to pay. So Kendra had been left in Sunnydale, alone in death, as she had been in life.
Buffy had been back in town three days, and this was something that she had to do. This was something that she had to put behind her, and lay the guilt she felt to rest.
The grave was simple, a small plot in a quiet corner of one of the towns many cemeteries. The stone simply read "Kendra Zaboutu, October 13th 1983- June 1st 1998". The worst thing to Buffy was that no one who saw the grave would ever know that Kendra had helped to save them all.
Buffy sat down next to the grave, and pulled two things out of her bag. The first was a letter.
'I guess that since you'd have trouble opening this thing, I'd better read it aloud.' Buffy opened the envelope. 'Dear Kendra, I'm sorry. There isn't a day that goes by when I don't regret what happened. I know that if I hadn't been stupid enough to take Angel's bait, then you would still be alive. You shouldn't even have been called, so whichever way I look at it I feel that it's my fault.
I also regret so much that I didn't get the chance to get to know you better. I remember when you first showed up, I was so jealous. You were everything that I was supposed to be. Giles seemed to love you, and you were more prepared for everything than I ever was or will be. Then I think of everything that I had, and you didn't. You said that I shouldn't feel sorry for you, but I can't help it. You missed out on so much. You never got to be a real teenager, and now you never will.
I'm gonna make you one promise. If Mr Pointy and I ever get a chance, we'll reduce Drusilla to dust for what she did to you.
I know that no Slayer lives forever, so save me a seat in the afterlife, and maybe then you can be a real teenager.
Buffy
PS. I told you I'd get you a soft toy, so this is for you. It's a stuffed dog called Bark. I'm only sorry I couldn't give it to you sooner.'
Buffy wiped her eyes and stood up. She put the letter back in the envelope, and placed it and the stuffed dog by the headstone. Then she picked up he backpack and walked away. But as she walked out of the cemetery, passing another familiar grave, where Giles placed fresh flowers every week, Buffy realised that however many people she saved, she still had to deal with all the deaths that she could have prevented.
Buffy had been back in town three days, and this was something that she had to do. This was something that she had to put behind her, and lay the guilt she felt to rest.
The grave was simple, a small plot in a quiet corner of one of the towns many cemeteries. The stone simply read "Kendra Zaboutu, October 13th 1983- June 1st 1998". The worst thing to Buffy was that no one who saw the grave would ever know that Kendra had helped to save them all.
Buffy sat down next to the grave, and pulled two things out of her bag. The first was a letter.
'I guess that since you'd have trouble opening this thing, I'd better read it aloud.' Buffy opened the envelope. 'Dear Kendra, I'm sorry. There isn't a day that goes by when I don't regret what happened. I know that if I hadn't been stupid enough to take Angel's bait, then you would still be alive. You shouldn't even have been called, so whichever way I look at it I feel that it's my fault.
I also regret so much that I didn't get the chance to get to know you better. I remember when you first showed up, I was so jealous. You were everything that I was supposed to be. Giles seemed to love you, and you were more prepared for everything than I ever was or will be. Then I think of everything that I had, and you didn't. You said that I shouldn't feel sorry for you, but I can't help it. You missed out on so much. You never got to be a real teenager, and now you never will.
I'm gonna make you one promise. If Mr Pointy and I ever get a chance, we'll reduce Drusilla to dust for what she did to you.
I know that no Slayer lives forever, so save me a seat in the afterlife, and maybe then you can be a real teenager.
Buffy
PS. I told you I'd get you a soft toy, so this is for you. It's a stuffed dog called Bark. I'm only sorry I couldn't give it to you sooner.'
Buffy wiped her eyes and stood up. She put the letter back in the envelope, and placed it and the stuffed dog by the headstone. Then she picked up he backpack and walked away. But as she walked out of the cemetery, passing another familiar grave, where Giles placed fresh flowers every week, Buffy realised that however many people she saved, she still had to deal with all the deaths that she could have prevented.