That night Buffy lay awake looking up at the stars, thinking about everything Danielle had said. She sighed as all her thoughts raced around her head. Every breath she took brought the world, her friends closer and closer to danger. Every second she was alive here was one more second the world was left unprotected. If she was stuck here to long, well it wouldn't be good. What if we never get rescued? Any weight that had been lifted off her shoulders fell back on to them ten fold now. There's no way I can speed up a rescue Buffy thought, so for the time being the world has to stay unprotected. There's no other way…..Danielle's voice flooded her mind, "When one slayer dies…." If she died another would be called and the world would be safe again, her friends and her family would be taken care of. The realization of the decision that lay in front of her hit Buffy so hard, she could sacrifice herself to save the world, to ensure its safety.

Buffy's eyes flitted over to the spot where the gun was hidden. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip in concentration.

'What if they were rescued?' she asked herself, beginning an internal monologue with her alter self.

'Get real,' her alter self responded, 'Danielle's been stuck her for 16 years and no one's heard her distress call. Even the pilot said they were looking in the wrong place. No one is going to come.'

Buffy swallowed hard and fought back a few tears as she softly cried herself to sleep. She was scared. She didn't want to die. She had never asked for this.

Buffy slept soundly and dreamed deeply. In her dream she could see a woman, her face was covered in black and white war paint and she wore shredded white clothes. Her jet black hair was unruly and Buffy knew who she was instantly she was the first slayer. Buffy watched as the first slayer circled her and hissed.

"Death is your gift," she said.

"Death? I think you've been mistaken, Death is not a gift."

"Death is your gift."

"Okay? Can you elaborate a little more?" Buffy asked but she was awaked by a scream and she got up and rushed towards it.

When she got to where she had heard the scream she found Michael crying over his son, Walt's body. He was dead.

"What happened?" Jack asked.

"I-I woke up and saw this thing, a man but his face was all distorted, crouched over Walt. I ran towards him but he ran away."

Buffy couldn't help but notice the two punctures in the boy's neck. She cursed herself for letting this happen right under her nose. She watched as Michael got up and walked towards her.

"Give me the gun?" he demanded.

"Why?" Sayid asked, "So you can go seek revenge. You're in no state…"

"Why don't you mind your own business okay. You don't know anything about me. That thing just killed my son and I'm going to kill it."

"How do you plan on finding it in the dark?" Sawyer asked.

"I saw which way it went. I know what it looks like," he turned to Buffy, "Now give me the gun."

"I don't have it."

"Then who does? Where is it?" he demanded, frantically looking around at everyone.

"It doesn't matter! It won't kill him!" Buffy yelled.

"What?"

"Are you saying you know what that thing was?" Locke asked. He had seen it too.

"Yes."

"Well," Sawyer said.

"It was a vampire."

"What the hell is wrong with you in case you haven't noticed this is not a time for jokes," Michael yelled at her.

"I'm not joking!"

"I'm going after him," Michael said, making his way towards the jungle.

"No!" Buffy yelled, grabbing his arm and using her slayer strength to pull him away and push him on to the ground, "He'll kill you or worse."

"I'm going and if you try to stop me again, I'll kill you," Michael threatened as he grabbed some fire to light his way and made his way into the jungle.

Buffy moved to stop him but Sayid stopped her, "Let him go."

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