"You think you could just do that to me? You think I'd let you get
away with that? Think again." Shots rang out.
Buffy had just barely managed to push Xander out of the bullet's deadly path when she felt a white hot pain shooting through her chest. She was briefly aware of blood flowing from a wound before she fell to the ground.
Dimly she heard the Xander's voice. He was shouting, screaming, trying to help her. But she was beyond help now.
She had died enough already. She knew when death was near.
But now who would stop Warren? Who would take care of Dawn? Who would save the world every other week? What would Spike do without her?
Forget that last part.
Maybe a new slayer would be called this time. Maybe they could save themselves. They'd done it before. The Scooby Gang would prevail. They always would.
Buffy just wished she could prevail with them.
Beyond her first realm of consciousness, Buffy knew that she was being carried, being driven away. Probably by an ambulance. Xander was there, too, holding her hand, telling her everything would be okay, that she would be okay.
She wouldn't be okay.
Funny, she never thought she would go this way. Shot by a mere human. Warren, the computer geek! He beat her! Shouldn't it have been a demon? A vampire? A hell god? A noble self-sacrifice for all mankind?
Not a gun. Not a lump of metal that could destroy with the pull of a finger.
Not Warren. Not a normal person, ungifted with superior strength or speed.
Not without a huge, heroic battle.
Not without a fight.
Not in the sun, in her backyard.
Slayers shouldn't die this way…
That was Buffy's last thought before a white light engulfed her.
Buffy had just barely managed to push Xander out of the bullet's deadly path when she felt a white hot pain shooting through her chest. She was briefly aware of blood flowing from a wound before she fell to the ground.
Dimly she heard the Xander's voice. He was shouting, screaming, trying to help her. But she was beyond help now.
She had died enough already. She knew when death was near.
But now who would stop Warren? Who would take care of Dawn? Who would save the world every other week? What would Spike do without her?
Forget that last part.
Maybe a new slayer would be called this time. Maybe they could save themselves. They'd done it before. The Scooby Gang would prevail. They always would.
Buffy just wished she could prevail with them.
Beyond her first realm of consciousness, Buffy knew that she was being carried, being driven away. Probably by an ambulance. Xander was there, too, holding her hand, telling her everything would be okay, that she would be okay.
She wouldn't be okay.
Funny, she never thought she would go this way. Shot by a mere human. Warren, the computer geek! He beat her! Shouldn't it have been a demon? A vampire? A hell god? A noble self-sacrifice for all mankind?
Not a gun. Not a lump of metal that could destroy with the pull of a finger.
Not Warren. Not a normal person, ungifted with superior strength or speed.
Not without a huge, heroic battle.
Not without a fight.
Not in the sun, in her backyard.
Slayers shouldn't die this way…
That was Buffy's last thought before a white light engulfed her.
