The sun was rising, and that was Buffy's cue to return back to her
lodging. The night had gone well, she slayed four other vampires after
Osborne. The Slayer was proud of herself, and started back to her
apartment. She would catch a few hours of sleep, then rise for the
daily Two Minutes Hate. After that, the day was hers to plan, before
her night began.

Buffy entered her apartment, and looked at the telescreen that covered
on her wall, watching her every move. Buffy kept her face neutral
as she recalled the training sessions she had with it before patrol.
It was hell, a hell that was relentless. But she could not let her
face betray her, the telescreen would pick up on it. It always did.
Big Brother was watching her.

Buffy sighed softly and looked happily at her bed. Her bed was
her sanctuary, it was when she got a moment of peace. Sleeping was
her way of escaping. Others made signs for parades, lost themselves
in their work, and she slept. She climbed in as she heard from her
telescreen.

"Oceania is at war with Eastasia. Troops will be sent over to fight
tomorrow morning, allied with Eurasia forces."

"Funny," Buffy thought. "I thought we were at war with Eurasia
yesterday." She shrugged, after all, did it matter who they were at
war with? She was fighting a war every day, a private war, one that
wasn't announced on telescreens, and one that would never end.

***

Alexander Harris woke up groggily, and made his way to the daily Two
Minutes Hate. Today was going to be a long day at work, the Ministry
of Truth had so much to change due to the switch of enemies. The
past was wrong, and it was up to them to fix it. They would go through
old newspaper clippings, books, articles, anything that was sent to
them, and change it. Eurasia enemies would become Eastasia enemies,
and so forth. Alexander smirked as he entered the room, and his
eyes fell immediately on the Slayer. The Slayer whose past he would
never change, for what she did never made the news.

Wretched girl, she had killed another one of his friends last night.
Daniel Osborne, undercover prole. Xander felt his blood boil at the
thought of the Slayer. Had she no feelings? All Daniel was
supposed to do was try to reach her, and she killed him in cold blood.

Of course, she couldn't be to blame. She was product of Big Brother,
she was his warrior, his pawn to do with what he pleased. Alexander
hated Big Brother. He was one of the few left that did. At least,
one of the few who was brave enough to try and do something about it.

He had been a member of the Brotherhood for many years now. He joined
the minute he moved away from his parents, who were big supporters of
Big Brother. At first Alexander joined with the notion just to oppose
his parents beliefs, but he soon realized the horrors of the society
they live in.

And now the Brotherhood was attempting to get the Slayer to realize
the horrors. If they had her as an ally- perhaps they would stop
getting captured and taken to the Ministry of Love. Or being killed.
They didn't expect accomplishments to be achieved overnight, but
gradually, they hoped that some day, society would improve for their
descendants.

Alexander looked around at the people around him, and wondered if any
were his allies. In the Brotherhood, no one could know more than a
few people that were involved, in case they were ever captured. That
way they could not betray any more than they know. Alexander knew
Daniel, and now he was gone. Dead. And it was his duty to try to
reach the Slayer.

How he was going to do that was a concept that was beyond him.

***

Buffy yelled with hatred as Goldstein's face appeared on the screen.
She hated that man, today, he was responsible for the agricultural
decline. Rations were to be lowered because of him. Finally, Big
Brother's face appeared, and vanquished the evil Goldstein. He saved
them again.

Buffy stood up, and was heading back to her apartment when somebody
stopped her. She turned quickly, prepared to attack, when she looked
at the face of Alexander Harris, one of the workers at the Ministry
of Truth. She relaxed, he was harmless- a little weird- but harmless.

"Here's a 7th edition of the Newspeak dictionary," Alexander handed
the dictionary to her, and she was impressed. It had decreased in
size considerably since the 6th edition. Alexander smiled. "It
decreased by 15 percent- Eurasia's only decreased by 7."

"Thank you," Buffy said, proud of her country. They had the top
workers trying to shorten language, and here was their proof, that
once again, Oceania was better than Eurasia.

"Read page 5- it has a special introduction," Alexander smiled at her,
and headed to his station to begin his work. Buffy opened the
dictionary to page five, where she was astounded to find a note there.
It read,

Meet me at the park at 4:30. I know a place where we will not be
watched. I have news to help you find Goldstein. Tell this to no
one.

Alexander

P.S. Destroy this letter.