A/N: Big Thanks to all of you who've reviewed! Ok in the beginning, Lily told Buffy she was going see every slayers death, and the knowledge would help her when she was sent back. Obviously, there are hundreds, if not thousands of slayers that have come before Buffy, and to write about every single one would take me years of work. I'm not planning on doing every single slayer, I'm picking random ones and telling their stories. I might be ambitious, but I am realistic. There are too many slayers to possible do them all. I'm not sure how many there will be when I end this, but as many as I can make. And the obligatory 'I own nothing unless you've never seen it before'. Oh, and the young slayer was named after my big sister, who was so happy to see her name in print for a change.

Chapter Four: Don't Just Walk Away

Images of what had happened to Joelle haunted Buffy's mind. She had been so young. Lily merely kept walking, making her way to another door. For Lily, Joelle's was always the hardest death to see. She smiled sadly as her hand braced on the door before her. Buffy only nodded. She was beyond words, and she stumbled through the doorway.

A young couple was laughing as they strolled down the sidewalk. His arm was draped over her shoulder. She was smiling. She looked so happy.

"He' name is Cynthia Pierce. Sh's eighteen. Jus' turned."

"Eighteen or turned into the slayer?"

"So, I never really said happy birthday, did I Cyn?"

"No, ya didn't." She pecked him on the lips.

"Cyn . . . don't start stuff you can't finish." He murmured against her lips. His hands went to her hips, dragging her body as close to his as he possibly could. In the moonlight, her sandy blonde hair shone against his dark hair.

There was the sound of a trash can falling behind them. Cyn pulled back from him, her hand going to her waist. She looked back up at the man.

"Luke, go."

"Cyn -"

"I have to do something -"

"I'm not going to leave you to face vampires by yourself."

"I'm the slayer -"

"That doesn't mean your indestructible!"

"I know. That's why you have to go get Andrews. He'll have more weapons. I need you to help me."

Luke seemed unsure about what to do. Cyn smiled at him, her body language telling him to go. He seemed unsure. His hand skated over her face.

"I love you Cynthia Anne Pierce. Don't do anything stupid." He said, kissing her before running down the street.

"Robert Andrews was he' 'atcher. 'E lived no' much more tha' three blocks from 'ere."

Seven vampires burst out from the darkness. The first received a swift kick to the head. She fought harder then she'd ever fought before. The blows came naturally. She threw one off of her as she ran down the street. She searched for help, her eyes darting to the doorways around her. Her bangle earrings dangled from her ears, sending almost an eerie jangling sound down the street. Cyn didn't want to run, leaving the vamps to run amok. But she knew she was outmatched.

"Ooof." She cried, her face racing toward the sidewalk. Her hands stopped her fall. She felt fangs dig into her shoulder, another pair into leg, and yet another pair into her back. She felt a knife slit into her flesh below her ribs. A scream ripped through her throat. Her hand went to the knife, snapping the wrist that held it. A quick upward jab sent the vamp exploding into dust. That still left six.

"She should be able to throw them off."

"Wha' is an' wha' should be ain't de same things, dearie."

Cyn struggled to her feet, kicking off her three leeches. Her Converse tennie connected with the face of the vamp on her leg, a spray of blood arching from it's mouth. She jabbed the knife into its heart, a grin on her face as it exploded. The five other vamps tried to tackle her down. One wrapped it's hands around her throat, it's nails cutting into her flesh. She brought the knife up quickly into it's chest. Four. She managed to shuck them off her, as she backed herself up, rising shakily to her feet. She noticed her breathing was shallow.

One of them noticed this as it charged her. It forgot, however, that she still held the knife. The vamp ran into it. The other two charged after him. Cyn closed her eyes. She couldn't fight them, she'd lost too much blood. Then they stopped suddenly. Bolts stuck from their chests, and as they burst into dust, Cyn saw Luke and Andrews behind them. The knife dropped from her hand.

"They can get her to a hospital. They can -"

"Buffy. I -"

Buffy turned to see Cyn standing next to her in Lily's place. She shook her head and nodded to the scene.

"Cyn! I knew I shouldn't have left you alone!"

"Luke, you got here in time."

"Yeah, we gotta get you to a hospital. Andrews, get the car."

"Yes." The watcher looked sadly at his young charge. But he did as Luke asked, run as fast as he could, tears streaming down his cheeks. Cyn stayed, her body leaning against the wall. She sagged down into a sitting position. Luke squeezed her hand. He didn't want to lose her.

"Luke. . . I -" a cough wracked her body, blood dripping from her lips.

"Shh. Conserve your energy. Andrews will be here soon." He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"I love you Luke." She whispered when he was close enough to hear her.

Luke smiled softly at her, his hand brushing back a strand of blood-stained hair. Suddenly his face contorted into one of pain. Her eyes darted to his chest. A deep red stain was forming there as he fell back. A man stood over his shoulder, his face vampiric.

"Luke -" She whimpered. Her hand clutched onto the knife beside her, and as the vamp bent to feed, she hurled it at him. She dragged herself to him, she cried.

"Luke. You - you gotta live. Damnit Luke! ANDREWS!!!"

Andrews' car screeched to a halt as he raced to their side. He shifted his gaze from the boy to the slayer. With some difficulty, he could probably get both of them to the hospital.

"Take him, Andrews." Blood began bubbling out of her mouth. "He's still got a shot."

"I won't leave you here to die, Cyn." Luke muttered.

"No, you have to go. I'm the slayer, I - I can hold out longer than you."

"Don't leave her, Andrews."

"Just get him help, now!"

Andrews helped the younger man up, and as he carried him to the car, Cyn watched with tears in her eyes. When he went to make his way back, Cyn was already dead.

"I died so he could live. I made a choice, and Luke won. I gave it my all, because I loved him. I never regretted my sacrifice."

Buffy followed Cyn's gaze on Luke. Tears streamed from her eyes. She swallowed as she turned back to Buffy.

"He had a family. He's still living because I died for him."

Lily was beside her in the next instant. She took Buffy's hand and led her to the next door.

"Ye ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."