"Dawn? But, it can't be. It can't be her," Buffy insisted, the tears
filling her eyes. She knew what it meant to become a slayer, and she
couldn't imagine her little sister having to go through what she went
through, especially after what Dawn had already gone through.
"Actually it is quite possible. She is fifteen. And much like yourself, we had no idea that she was even a candidate for becoming the slayer…" Travers went on a bit longer about how shocked they were and how the monks MUST have done a spectacular job considering that Dawn was so like Buffy that she is now the slayer. Buffy only heard a few words, however, she was too much in shock. She was only retrieved out of her catatonia when she heard him say something about a watcher.
"Send Giles," she insisted.
"Excuse me?"
"You have to send Giles. If he is not assigned as her watcher, then, well…just send him-no one else!"
"Alright," agreed Mr. Travers with a sigh, "I'll call him immediately."
"Good. That's good. Um-I have to go, now."
"Goodnight, Ms. Summers."
Buffy hung up the phone and stood by it in more than a state of shock. She finally walked absentmindedly back to the living room and sat next to Willow. Buffy could only stare blankly as Willow turned to her friend.
"So, Buffy, what did Angel have to say? And who was that who called after him?"
Buffy made no response and Willow became increasingly concerned.
"Buffy? Buffy-what's wrong? Oh my god, please don't have another coma!"
Buffy just laughed as her tears of sadness and concern poured down her face. She looked at her friend and her laughter soon turned into sobs.
"Buffy, what's wrong."
"Everything," she whimpered into the arms of her friend, "Faith was killed."
"Oh Buffy," Willow answered gently. She actually wasn't too moved. She NEVER like Faith anyway and certainly wouldn't miss her. But obviously this had a great effect on Buffy and therefore would not allow her own hatred for the delinquent to be shown.
"It gets worse," Buffy cried. Willow rarely saw Buffy like this and didn't realize that there were many things worse than death.
"Worse? It can get worse?"
"Dawn…she's the new slayer."
Willow immediately flinched at the news. She new that Buffy deep down considered her gift her greatest burden, and must then think it horrible for her sister to have to deal with it too. Not to mention that few slayers lived past the age of twenty.
"Buffy, it's not that bad," Willow insisted to her seriously distressed friend.
Buffy just cried harder, and sat there with Willow to comfort her until the tears passes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was Saturday morning when Dawn arrived home from Janice's. She was tired due to the serious Bronzing they had done the night before. However, it had to much fun for her to let it get her down the next day.
It was about ten o'clock in the morning so she was shocked to see Willow, Tara, Xander and Anya sitting in the living room.
"What's wrong?" Dawn asked immediately.
"What? Nothing," Xander answered feebly, "what could be wrong?"
"Please," Dawn answered, "you guys never have Scooby meetings this early."
Buffy stood up and walked over to her sister. When she tried to put her hand on Dawn's shoulder, she recoiled and once again insisted to know what was going on.
"Look, Dawnie-nothing's wrong. But, there is something I need to tell you."
Dawn looked from the face of each member of her "surrogate family". She couldn't read them, she was starting to freak.
"What is it?"
"I'm just going to come right out and say it. Dawn, you're the new slayer."
"Actually it is quite possible. She is fifteen. And much like yourself, we had no idea that she was even a candidate for becoming the slayer…" Travers went on a bit longer about how shocked they were and how the monks MUST have done a spectacular job considering that Dawn was so like Buffy that she is now the slayer. Buffy only heard a few words, however, she was too much in shock. She was only retrieved out of her catatonia when she heard him say something about a watcher.
"Send Giles," she insisted.
"Excuse me?"
"You have to send Giles. If he is not assigned as her watcher, then, well…just send him-no one else!"
"Alright," agreed Mr. Travers with a sigh, "I'll call him immediately."
"Good. That's good. Um-I have to go, now."
"Goodnight, Ms. Summers."
Buffy hung up the phone and stood by it in more than a state of shock. She finally walked absentmindedly back to the living room and sat next to Willow. Buffy could only stare blankly as Willow turned to her friend.
"So, Buffy, what did Angel have to say? And who was that who called after him?"
Buffy made no response and Willow became increasingly concerned.
"Buffy? Buffy-what's wrong? Oh my god, please don't have another coma!"
Buffy just laughed as her tears of sadness and concern poured down her face. She looked at her friend and her laughter soon turned into sobs.
"Buffy, what's wrong."
"Everything," she whimpered into the arms of her friend, "Faith was killed."
"Oh Buffy," Willow answered gently. She actually wasn't too moved. She NEVER like Faith anyway and certainly wouldn't miss her. But obviously this had a great effect on Buffy and therefore would not allow her own hatred for the delinquent to be shown.
"It gets worse," Buffy cried. Willow rarely saw Buffy like this and didn't realize that there were many things worse than death.
"Worse? It can get worse?"
"Dawn…she's the new slayer."
Willow immediately flinched at the news. She new that Buffy deep down considered her gift her greatest burden, and must then think it horrible for her sister to have to deal with it too. Not to mention that few slayers lived past the age of twenty.
"Buffy, it's not that bad," Willow insisted to her seriously distressed friend.
Buffy just cried harder, and sat there with Willow to comfort her until the tears passes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was Saturday morning when Dawn arrived home from Janice's. She was tired due to the serious Bronzing they had done the night before. However, it had to much fun for her to let it get her down the next day.
It was about ten o'clock in the morning so she was shocked to see Willow, Tara, Xander and Anya sitting in the living room.
"What's wrong?" Dawn asked immediately.
"What? Nothing," Xander answered feebly, "what could be wrong?"
"Please," Dawn answered, "you guys never have Scooby meetings this early."
Buffy stood up and walked over to her sister. When she tried to put her hand on Dawn's shoulder, she recoiled and once again insisted to know what was going on.
"Look, Dawnie-nothing's wrong. But, there is something I need to tell you."
Dawn looked from the face of each member of her "surrogate family". She couldn't read them, she was starting to freak.
"What is it?"
"I'm just going to come right out and say it. Dawn, you're the new slayer."