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It was about 9:30 on a Friday night when the phone rang at the Summers' house. The redheaded wicca picked up the phone and cheerily said her greetings.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Buffy?"
"No, this is Willow. Who is this?"
"Angel."
"Oh, hi! How are you? How's the baby?"
"We're good."
"Good."
"Uh, is there something you need."
"Buffy," he stated surely, yet with a quiver in his voice, "I need to talk to her."
"Oh, okay, I'll get her."
Willow walked from the phone in the kitchen to the living room where Buffy was comfortably situated on the couch.
"Hey, Will. Who was that?" Buffy asked with a slight frown on her face.
"Angel, he needs to talk to you."
Buffy suddenly felt her stomach turn. After all these years she knew that when Angel had to talk to her it was something dire. She walked over the phone and put it to her ear slowly.
"Angel?"
"Buffy! I'm glad I could reach you. There's-uh-something-" Angel let out an unnecessary sigh as he continued, "something happened today. It's kind of, it's bad."
"Oh god, Angel, what happened?"
"It's Faith."
"What about her? Did she do something?"
"No, she…" Angel hesitated, "She's dead, Buffy."
Buffy nearly dropped the phone from shock. Faith, the girl who she had loved and hated, her fellow slayer, was gone.
"Wh-what happened?" Buffy asked with a sever tremble in her voice. She had no idea why she was so upset. Last time she saw Faith, they didn't exactly leave on good terms.
"She got in a fight, at the prison. She lost."
"Oh god," was all Buffy could say, "Angel, I-I'm so sorry. I know how much you wanted to help her…" Buffy trailed off.
There was silence between the ex-lovers, until finally Angel insisted that he had to go. Buffy didn't really argue, she wasn't sure what to say to him. They said there farewells and Buffy hung up the phone. Immediately it rang again.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Summers," declared an oh-to-familiar British voice. It was exactly the last person that Buffy wanted to hear from.
"Mr. Travers? What do you want?" Buffy asked coldly.
"I have some news for you. Good and bad, depending on your perspective."
"Faith is dead," Buffy said smugly to the arrogant head of the Watcher's Council.
"Well yes, that's the first bit," he told Buffy.
"What's the second?"
"Well, it's about the new slayer."
Buffy hadn't even thought about that. Of course! When Faith died a new slayer would be called.
"Who is it?"
"Actually, it's a girl you know quite well. Her name is Dawn Summers."
***TBC???
It was about 9:30 on a Friday night when the phone rang at the Summers' house. The redheaded wicca picked up the phone and cheerily said her greetings.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Buffy?"
"No, this is Willow. Who is this?"
"Angel."
"Oh, hi! How are you? How's the baby?"
"We're good."
"Good."
"Uh, is there something you need."
"Buffy," he stated surely, yet with a quiver in his voice, "I need to talk to her."
"Oh, okay, I'll get her."
Willow walked from the phone in the kitchen to the living room where Buffy was comfortably situated on the couch.
"Hey, Will. Who was that?" Buffy asked with a slight frown on her face.
"Angel, he needs to talk to you."
Buffy suddenly felt her stomach turn. After all these years she knew that when Angel had to talk to her it was something dire. She walked over the phone and put it to her ear slowly.
"Angel?"
"Buffy! I'm glad I could reach you. There's-uh-something-" Angel let out an unnecessary sigh as he continued, "something happened today. It's kind of, it's bad."
"Oh god, Angel, what happened?"
"It's Faith."
"What about her? Did she do something?"
"No, she…" Angel hesitated, "She's dead, Buffy."
Buffy nearly dropped the phone from shock. Faith, the girl who she had loved and hated, her fellow slayer, was gone.
"Wh-what happened?" Buffy asked with a sever tremble in her voice. She had no idea why she was so upset. Last time she saw Faith, they didn't exactly leave on good terms.
"She got in a fight, at the prison. She lost."
"Oh god," was all Buffy could say, "Angel, I-I'm so sorry. I know how much you wanted to help her…" Buffy trailed off.
There was silence between the ex-lovers, until finally Angel insisted that he had to go. Buffy didn't really argue, she wasn't sure what to say to him. They said there farewells and Buffy hung up the phone. Immediately it rang again.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Summers," declared an oh-to-familiar British voice. It was exactly the last person that Buffy wanted to hear from.
"Mr. Travers? What do you want?" Buffy asked coldly.
"I have some news for you. Good and bad, depending on your perspective."
"Faith is dead," Buffy said smugly to the arrogant head of the Watcher's Council.
"Well yes, that's the first bit," he told Buffy.
"What's the second?"
"Well, it's about the new slayer."
Buffy hadn't even thought about that. Of course! When Faith died a new slayer would be called.
"Who is it?"
"Actually, it's a girl you know quite well. Her name is Dawn Summers."
***TBC???