A/N: Just to say, I own nothing 'cept for the people I make up. Story time.
Chapter Three: Endless Conversations
Lily began walking. She couldn't be sitting when she told Buffy this. It was a test, in it's own way. She had to make sure Buffy was ready for it. The slayer had to jog to catch up to her.
"So stop running away and start talking."
Lily shook her head. There was no way she could think of to say this delicately.
"Are all the slayers here? And if they are, why is my sixteen year old self here?"
"'Cause when ye died, dearie, ye lost a bit of yerself."
"Huh? 'Splainy, please."
Lily whirled around to face Buffy. Confusion played over her features. Lily sighed heavily.
"When ye died, ye were brough' back. Ye came here. Ah was her' ta meet ye. Ye left. Well, most of ye left."
"What do you mean, 'most of me left'?"
"De innocence of ye stayed put. Part of ye soul was jus' too tired ta go on. So, she stayed."
Buffy just stopped. Her eyes seemed to glaze over. Had she always wanted to give up? Had she always just wanted to stop? No, she had fought. But that nagging voice in the back of her mind kept saying, only because you had to. She swallowed hard as her steps faltered, but she felt herself resuming her walking. She caught up to Lily.
Lily was shocked to see the girl resume her frantic pace to keep up with Lily. When she'd told other slayers that they were dead, most of them hadn't been able to move for hours. But Buffy Summers walked on. This girl was truly a marvel.
"So, do I get to see my last death? Or is it my latest death? 'Cuz you told me I hafta go back."
"Nay. Tha' ye get to view right before ye leave this place."
"Why?"
"Ah'll explain in good time."
Buffy seemed puzzled again. She kept walking. Lily was thrown for a loop by her next question.
"So, I get to see your death next then? I mean, it's only fair. You just got to see me die."
"Nay. Ye'll see my death a wee bit later."
Lily stopped before one of the other doors that had popped up in front of them. Before she put her hand to the handle, she turned to Buffy.
"Ye can ask me."
"Ask you what?"
"If they'll all come ta ye, after ye've seen their deaths."
Buffy paused, the question still evident on her lips. "Do they?"
"Aye, they do. It's bettar, if they tell ye themselves. Ah only know so much."
"Oh."
"We all see this. Ye ain't ta firs' slayer ta die."
"I know."
Without further ado, Lily twisted the handle and led the way.
A/N: Okay, next chapter we met a new dead slayer. That just sounds confusing.