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Author's note: This is kinda AU-ish. Tara never died. Sunnydale didn't go poof. And, no potentials and new Slayers.

Dawn's POV

I look at the vampire on the ground. How can I do it? How the hell am I supposed to kill my own sister? I will damn Spike for doing this to her for ever. And as I put a stake through her hart, I feel the tears rolling down my bloody cheeks.
She's dead. My sister is really dead. Or, dust. Why didn't she say anything as I staked her? Vamps usually do. And I think there was a hint of a smile on her face. Is she in Heaven? Oh, I really hope so. If anyone deserved to be in Heaven, it was Buffy. And it was only unfair that Willow ripped her away.

I hear myself sob as I limp back home.

This was hell of a fight. Buffy used to be a Slayer. She was strong then. But now. She was even stronger. It was hard to fight her. Even as a Slayer.

Funny thing happened. After Spike sired Buffy, I became a Slayer. Or, The Slayer.

It's kinda ironic. I've wanted to be a Slayer for all of my life. That means since I was 14.
And right now, all I want is Buffy to be back. This time they won't be able to bring her back. And I wouldn't let them. Buffy belongs to Heaven.

But it still hurts. So very much.

I have to be strong. Buffy always told me that. But I can't. I'm sorry, Buffy. But I can't be strong. I'm not you.

I open the door. How am I going to face her friends? And tell them that I killed her. Another sob.

I can't do this. How am I going to face Willow, Xander and Tara, and tell them I killed Buffy? They're not my friends. They're her friends.

I still open the door and see them looking at me. "I..." I just manage to whisper before I run up to my room and shut the door behind myself.

As I lie down onto the bed, I just want to cry. Cry until everything is over. I hit the bed. Was this how Buffy felt when she killed Angel? No. This is worse. She had her friends. I have no one.

I hear them knocking onto the door. Well, someone is. But I can't answer. I just get up and walk to the bathroom.

I see Willow's, she was the only one up here, eyes widen. "Dawnie, what...why? What did you do to your hair?" she finally asked.

"I cut it" I just answer. My hair is shoulder length now. I never really liked my hair. Everyone just said that it's gorgeous, and I kept it.

"But...Why?" Willow asked.

I could see a look of worry in her eyes. Why is she worried? It's not like cares about me. No one does. I just have me.

I look at her for a while, then decide to change the subject. "Buffy's dead." I even said that out loud and clear. No whispers. No secrets.

"What!" Willow yells. Ugh! Ouch!

"Spike sired her. I-I didn't have any other choice" I say, looking up at her.

"Of course you did! I could've restored her soul! She gave up her own life for you. And now you just kill her!" Willow yells.

God, that hurts! It hurts that she's right, and that I was right. They really are her friends. Not mine. They only put up with me because I'm Saint Buffy's little sister.

"You know where the door is" I say, with such coldness I never had used before.

I see Willow's eyes widen again. She never thought I'd kick her out. To be honest, I never knew I could.

"B-but..What? You just can't me kick out" Willow says.

"Actually, I own this house and I can kick you out" I answer as I cross my arms. She looks truly shocked.

"Fine" Willow finally says and marches down. I can't belive I just did this. I kicked Willow out. What's wrong with me? First I kill my sister and now I kick Willow out.