New - Kit
She never expected her foray into magic to lead her to helping in what she was told was "the Big Fight". The one that decided who would win: good or evil? Kit doesn't know which she is. When Dawn had asked her to help...she has said yes without getting the details first. It was Dawn, of course she would help... And then she was part of all these people. Slayers in training, witches, demons, vampires, and the new world of the supernatural is even more new.
Willow said she was a magickal prodigy. ("You're far more advanced than I was at nineteen, let alone sixteen.") And in the Big Fight, she had been useful, helped squelch the big bad. Helped get almost everyone killed. She had collapsed at the important part, drained, dizzy, blacking out slowly until all she could see was bright light and Buffy being lifted, lifted...
She doesn't know what happened next; she woke up in the backseat of Xander's car, Dawn holding a rolled up piece of torn jacket to a gash in her head. No one was talking, and she took the silence to mean that what she could feel was true. Buffy was dead.
"Are you OK back there?" Xander had asked from the driver's seat, his voice rough, choked.
When Dawn didn't speak, Kit tried her own voice, "Good."
It had come out sandpaper-y and hoarse. But then they were parked and she was being helped out of the car and led up the walk to the house. The door hung wide open, and Kit could see the others-- 'others' having dwindled to four besides Kit, Dawn, Xander, and Anya--inside. She ached, and her head was still spinning, and she could bet that her pupils were still dilated from the magicks.
"Do you want some water?" Someone is asking, pulling Kit back to the present. She is sitting, scrunched into the corner of the couch. She doesn't know anyone, and Dawn just dissappeared not long after they had gotten in the house hours and hours ago. It's the older man...Giles, that's his name, and he looks concerned for her and Kit forces a smile.
"No. I'm...I'll be fine." She replies and runs a hand through her dyed-black hair. Her hands still shake and there's a dull ache where something hit her in the left temple. There's silence except maybe for a soft sob from...somewhere. Everyone has done their share of crying, tonight. Willow comes in and asks if anyone wants cookies, but no one can speak. Finally, needing to move, to see, to talk, to do...something, Kit gets up and heads upstairs.
On her way up, the only Potential left passes her on the way down but doesn't look up, doesn't say anything. Kit finds Dawn's room empty, then to the next room, Buffy's old room. Empty as well, but the window is open. She walks to it and fins Dawn sitting on the part of the roof that hangs over the porch, around the corner of the house. She must have climbed onto the tree then the roof.
Kit swallows, and climbs out the window, into the tree, and closes her eyes as she carefully crosses to the roof. A sigh of relief, then she gathers herself and sits next to Dawn who has become her friend the past few months and more recently her closest. Kit sits down, bringing her knees up to her chest, noticing for the first time hor dirty and ripped her skirt is and she doesn't say anything. It's a new kind of silence and a new kind of hurt on the roof.
Dawn looks at her, then away. And there is silence heavier than what she left downstairs, and suddenly breathing is a little harder and her head hurts a little less and...the rain has stopped.
