Chapter Two
Three days had passed since Faith told Buffy she loved her. Faith stood outside Buffy's bedroom, racking her brain for something to do, something to say. Nothing came.
Faith gripped the knob, and the door swung open. She saw Buffy sitting on the bed, curled up into a ball. Faith walked over, and pulled her chin up so they were face to face.
Faith leaned in and pressed her lips against Buffy's forehead. Buffy looked at her, and started softly wailing. Faith stood by the bed. "Leave!" Buffy screamed. Faith spun on her heel and ran out the door. She slammed it shut and slid down, curling up and rocking herself back and forth. Sharp, salty tears began to sting in her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away and ran out the door.
Dawn was very frustrated by all the freakin' doors slamming. Was her sister having another stress attack? God, what a little drama queen. Dawn stomped up the stairs. Dawn was going to slam doors, too. And Buffy couldn't stop her.
After about five minutes of sitting on the bed and wondering if she should slam her bedroom door, Dawn walked out and cautiously approached the door that led to Buffy's room.
"Buffy?" Dawn croaked.
On the other side, Buffy was softly wailing. All the voices in her head came back again. At first they were quiet whispers. And then they started getting louder and louder, screaming that they were hungry.
The voices inside of her head were hungry for blood.
She always wanted to know what it would feel like. To have your soul darkened and drenched by blood of innocents. But these voices wanted her to feel the thrill of the kill. And when she heard Dawn, she snapped. Her slayer instincts booted into high gear. Everything unholy must be removed from the Earth. It was Buffy's duty.
And the only holy thing was a slayer. And right there, it started. When she decided Dawn would be her first kill.