Disclaimer: I still don't own BtVS in any way. Enjoy my story this is the final chapter! - Oh yeah and R&R

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Part Two

As you've just read, my life hasn't exactly been chocolates and daffodils. Surviving on my own was tough but I managed. Now I have to spend all my time with the other potentials- most of whom are full of themselves. Especially Kennedy!

Buffy calls us innocent, (what she really means is stupid,) little girls, waiting to be picked off one by one. She is the real clueless one. She's the one with no idea about what is going down, but I have known for a while. The First evil, the thing that created evil. How do I know this you ask? It told me.

It has been talking for a while to me and I've tried ignoring the evil, but some of the points that it makes are true. It comes to me in the form of James. That is why I listen to -him- No! It!

He is the only one I trusted, when he died; so did my trust, I consider it simple to me. You don't carry the feelings inside you, they are placed on someone by you, if they die; so does that sense of reasoning: like I said simple really.

Today is more 'training'. To me that means, "I'm Buffy, I'm gonna give you potential slayers lots of inspirational pep talks while Kennedy makes you do push-ups." The others think it is all fun and games. It isn't. It is pain and suffering and dying, no room for the thought of fun. I know I was meant to be a slayer, but I think they should ask themselves; do they even know what slayer means?

The day is clearing up, but no sunshine beams down on me. The more I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen sunshine. I've been kept in the dark all my life except the truth about evil and slaying.

I've realized something, the only reason why all this 'past' stuff keeps coming to the front of my memory, is because of The First. Even as you read this it talks to me. He is bringing the pain back, the pain I try so hard to forget. I don't think anyone has suffered as much as I have.

Buffy says she's the one who has gone through the most out of all of this, with the slayer thing, but she takes what she has for granted – I don't. She has a home, she has loads of supportive friends, and GOD- She even has family! I have none of what she has, but I don't feel jealous, or do I? No I'm not! Evil is creeping and crawling all over, inside my brain and it's filling my head with provoking thoughts. I can't tune it out completely. James- no- The First keeps telling me all these horrible things. Things I know the real James wouldn't of said but it sounds and looks like him so much. I HAVE to ignore him. It I mean.

It twists my words and my mind, next it will be body and soul. No! It might take my mind but it will never take my soul. Over the years I learned one thing; all you have is your soul, nothing matters. Even though hope enters into your soul, I rejected mine, because it won't help me. I don't need it. It just disguises failure.

It haunts me, I wish for redemption, for what you ask? Everything: from being born to tying my shoes. No-one wanted me here, hell I didn't want to be here. Why does all of this stuff happen to me? I'm haunted by everything. Everything I do gets scolded at. And why the hell am I asking these stupid-ass questions? It's The First; it won't leave me alone, why? I wonder if that's rhetorical question. Deep down I know why and so will you, once you've finished reading my story.

The slayer is preoccupied with telling a speech down in the basement, with the rest of the Potentials, and Spike. I'm in the garden trying to get peace and quiet, not a novelty, but I didn't come here for novelties. I came to fight evil scum. I want to help all those poor families that have lost people to Vampires. Maybe one day I'll find them. There's that hope filtering through again, why? Not even I can ask myself.

Ooh, there are two bringers! Ready to kill me, I'm really scared, not. They take out blood-singed daggers. I don't need a weapon, I am the weapon, we've all got to remember that we're not individuals, we are tools used by other people. I am the weapon. They run at me, but I don't run away. I don't fear them.

One goes to stab me, I duck and kick him, and his dagger drops to the ground. I grab it and I plunge it into his spleen- or I think it was, a couple of stabs usually does the job though, no matter where you put it. One bringer down… one gone. I go back inside as my energy is drained. I don't want to be the hunted- I want to be the Hunter. Oh great! Buffy has just seen me walk through the door. Oh- and here is another new thing, she has an angered expression placed on her face. I await more scolds. They do come.

She hadn't seen me. Which is good in a way; I suppose. I don't want to have attention on me. I want to be in the shadows- or do I? Why must it hurt me, the First? I haven't done anything. Exactly, I haven't done anything, I am un-worthy. I should die! No, I shouldn't. It twists my thoughts. I'm trying so hard, to get rid of it. Maybe I'll tell Buffy, but she won't be able to help me. I won't bother her with my situation of life and death, it's not like she'll care.

How long am I going to carry on like this? I live in a hell, inside and out. Evil is in the guise of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and James. It keeps switching between the two; they tell me I'm worthless and that I'm not important to the Grand Design. Good is in the guise of Buffy the Vampire Slayer too, but not James. Even this side of the force makes me feel worthless.

Very, very early morning

Too much torture, not enough will to live on. There's no happiness in Sunnydale, neither good. Just people saying they are. People are just tools, I happen to be one of those tools. I was played, like a game, by both sides; and they won. I've gotten some bed sheets and I'm wrapping them up to make a noose. They might have my mind but like I said before; they'll never have my soul. It keeps talking to me to do it. I'll take my time.

Into every generation,

There is a slayer,

She alone will have the strength and skill to kill the vampires.

I lived my life alone, I slayed alone; I guess I was really cut out for it. I really was meant to be a slayer. It doesn't matter anymore; because right now I'm decomposing in mud. At least now I'm with my parents and James.

The End

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To the readers:-

This is the end of Chloe Sanchez's story. I hoped you enjoyed it. There is a moral to this story: If you live alone, odds are you die alone. She cut herself off from the world, the world just repaid the favour. Her hopelessness was her demise; be hopeful, for the world isn't really that bad!

To my reviewers:-

Moonjava: My only reviewer for this story. I'm happy that you liked it; this is the second and last part of Dreary Sky. I HOPE you enjoyed as much as I have writing it.