Alright so here's a new chapter!! It's pretty good I suppose, kinda cheesy at parts!! Well I really hope that every one enjoys this chapter, and please if you're reading this review..it only take like 2 minutes out of your life!!

Was this it then?  Was this really how it's going to end?  How weak could she get!  She'd been killed twice from supernatural events, and been fighting the undead for years.  Now here she was standing in front of her mirror holding a knife that was made to kill evil.  Was she evil?  Many would argue that she is.  Her kill count had surpassed her memory, but was it not justified by save the world on more than on occasion. 

Buffy starred at herself in the mirror.  She was the vampire slayer.  She was one of the fiercest fighters on the planet.  She had been the strongest slayer to appear in ages.  Buffy held the knife close to her throat; she was breathing, but everything about her looked dead; just like a vampire.  She pressed the blade even closer; it felt cold against the heat of her skin.  It would be just like killing another vampire.  Just one less dead body wrecking the world.  The only difference was that her body wouldn't turn to dust, it will bleed.  She'd feel all the pain.  She'd be able to watch herself die.  Not many people get that opportunity.  Death usually washes over people in surprise.  Rarely were they standing in front of a mirror just waiting for death to claim them.

The cordless phone on her dresser then started to ring making Buffy jump.  She looked down at the phone and saw the name DAWN SUMMERS appear in the caller ID box.  She let the phone continue to ring; there was no answering machine so it would ring on forever.  Was that the last thing she would see before death?  That would be her last memory of Dawn.  How will Dawn feel when she find out about her older sister's death.  Her entire family would be dead.  Buffy stopped to thing about what she was doing.  She was going to wreck Dawn's life!  How selfish was she?  Buffy picked up the phone, "hi Dawn," she said with a weak voice.

"Hey Buffy, how's it going?" asked Dawn.

"Everything is great!" she felt herself smile, "how about you?"

            "I'm doing real good," Dawn replied, "I don't really have a lot of time to talk, because I can't afford, but I felt like I needed to call you.  Just one of those gut feelings, life something's wrong.  Apparently you're doing great, so I guess the feeling was wrong."

"Don't worry Dawnie.  I'm doing great!" she lied.

"Alright. Good.  Okay, well I sent you a letter yesterday, so, yea, it's coming."

"Okay thanks."

"Bye Buffy."

"Bye Dawn," Buffy hung up the phone.  She looked up at the mirror and no longer saw a blade at her throat.  She felt calmer now.  The dagger was still in her right hand. Her grip loosened until it fell from her fingers and stabbed into the floor.  She couldn't do it!  She couldn't abandon Dawn like that.  Her entire life Buffy abandoned Dawn to go and fight, but Dawn was always there when she returned, she was always there to help Buffy.  Now that Dawn was off doing her thing Buffy promised herself she would always be there when Dawn needed a home to return to. 

   She went and sat back down at her desk, grabbed a pen, and started writing again:

   I almost did something stupid.  I was selfish and only thinking about myself.  I never took a moment to consider how my actions might affect other people.  Dawn called me and that's when I realized that it would be unfair if I killed myself.  Her gut feeling had been dead on.  There was something very wrong with me, and thanks to her I'm still here.  Dawn saved my life today.  It's a phone call I'll never forget!

   I'm making a promise to myself.  I'm making a promise to Dawn.  I promise to always be around for her, and to never leave her.  I promise to keep pushing through my hell so that she can have her heaven.  I promise!