Chapter Three

The floor creaked and squeaked as Dawn slowly approached the bed in which Buffy was lying in. Buffy gripped the stake that she always had with her tighter.

Dawn reached over. "Hey, are you…" Dawn began.

Buffy lashed out with a feral scream and slashed Dawn's arm. She howled in pain and fell to the ground. Dawn began to sob. Buffy stabbed the stake into her stomach. Blood quickly spread and began staining Dawn's shirt, the carpet, and Buffy's clothes.

Buffy stared into her sister's eyes, and she saw pain. Not just because she was just brutally stabbed. Because last year, Buffy risked her life for her. And now, Buffy was doing anything to kill her.

Buffy slipped out from under Dawn and left her in the carpet. She pulled out the bloody stake. And she didn't bother to clean it.

Buffy walked into the Magic Box. Xander raised his eyes. "Anya and Tara left town. They were going to buy some foreign magic supplies," He said.

Buffy nodded and walked into the training room. "Willow's sleeping in."

"Looks like it's just you and me," Buffy said.

"Yep, just you and me," Xander said, following her into the secluded room in the magic shop.

Buffy closed the door behind them. She walked up to a glass case and pulled out a long sword. She positioned herself, holding the sword with two hands. Xander flinched. "Hey, Buff. Watcha doin' with that?"

Buffy started to sprint across the room. She jumped into the air and flipped forwards. When she landed, she knocked Xander down. And he was impaled on the sword. Buffy yanked it out of him, and kicked him across the room, leaving a trail of blood.

Buffy stepped into the bathroom and switched on the sink. The water poured down, and Buffy took a towel and ran it along the blade, cleaning it. She stared at the blood swirling down into the sink, and she shut it off. She looked at the blood on her hands. She dropped the sword, and it clattered loudly onto the tiled floor.

She curiously stuck her tong out and licked blood off of one finger. She started to cry, and then began to scrub her hands. And no matter how hard she scrubbed, the blood wouldn't disappear.

Buffy stepped into her house. She heard the floor creak, and soft wails. She walked up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Willow was kneeling beside Dawn's dead, bloody body, eyes filled with tears. "What did you do?" She demanded, teeth gritted.

"The-voices told me to kill you. You need to die, Willow. You need to."

Willow stood up. "You are a monster."

Buffy ran at Willow. The stake coated in Dawn's blood was in her hand. She shoved Willow down. Willow used a burst of energy, and Buffy went sailing through the air, crashing through the door and tumbling down the stairs.

Willow walked down the steps, ready for anything. She turned, but found nothing. Buffy had disappeared. Willow walked down the hallway, and faced the door leading to the basement.

Willow's stomach heaved as she remembered when Buffy had captured them all and tried to kill them. The Scoobies were all past it. But there was something off about her ever since they resurrected her.

All of a sudden, a hand wrapped around Willow's mouth and nostrils, as she crumpled to the ground and felt the stake stab into her back.

Buffy stepped onto the train, hiding the sword in her oversized coat. She settled down into a seat and waited. Buffy was trying to escape from Sunnydale. And that afternoon, the voices in her head were quenched with the thirst for blood.

That afternoon, every soul on that train died.

Buffy shakily stepped off of the train, wondering how much time had passed. After the murders, the blood, she had sat in the driver's seat, wondering what she was going to do next.

She stepped into the Twilight and saw her. Faith.