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Letters from Buffy

Chapter 2: Giles

Dawn delivered the first of the letters early the next morning. She knew that Giles would want to read his letter in privacy, so she got up early to take it to him before he went to the Magic Box. She knocked on the door to his apartment nervously. She was afraid of how he would react when he found out why she was here this early on a Saturday. Finally the door swung open and Giles stood before her.

"Oh, Dawn, it's you. What can I do for you this morning? Have you had breakfast? All I have is cereal, but I can get you a bowl."

"No thanks, I really can't stay. I just wanted to bring you this. I found it when I went home last night."
"Oh, what is it?" Giles asked curiously. His face went white when he looked at the envelope and saw that it was addressed to him in Buffy's handwriting.

"It's a letter from Buffy. She wrote them all before she died and left me a letter asking me to deliver them. I have some for the others also, so I'm gonna go deliver them."
"Yes, of course. You should do that. Be careful."
"I will. Bye Giles."
Giles didn't respond. He simply closed his door and walked over to his lounge chair and sat down, staring at the envelope. He couldn't decide if he wanted to open it or not. Nothing Buffy could say in that letter could possible make him feel better. After a while he sighed and opened the letter.

May 21, 2001

Dear Giles,

I know that nothing I say can make you feel better about what happened, but there are a few things that I need to say to you. Things that I never said in life, or I simply didn't say them enough. First I want to thank you for everything you have done for me. You were so much more than a Watcher. You were the closest thing I had to a father. You were way more of a father to me than Hank Summers could ever have been. I want you to know that. I have really grown since that first day in the library and you have been there for me every step of the way. I could go to you with all of my problems and you always offered me a shoulder to cry on and supported me in everything I did, even if you didn't agree with me. I'm sorry that I had to die, but if everyone else survived then I'm glad that I did. I am the Slayer, the Chosen One. It is my job to protect people from demons, and if nobody but me died then that is exactly what I did. Slayers don't live long lives. We have always known that. Chances are that I probably wouldn't have live much longer anyway. I know that sounds grim, but it is the truth. Please take care of Dawn for me. Be to her the father you always were to me. If you will do that, then I know that she will be okay. Make sure she goes to school and that she does her homework and don't let her date until she's at least sixteen. That's when mom let me start dating. Do you think I'll be with her when I die? I don't know. It's kind of scary not knowing what is going to happen after I die. It's starting to get dark, so I have to get ready to patrol. I love you. Remember that no matter where I am now, I will always be with you.

Love,

Buffy