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Blood of the Slayer
"Hi. How was school?" Buffy asked as Dawn walked into the kitchen.
"Okay," she answered with little enthusiasm.
Buffy didn't say anything, but she sensed something wasn't quite right.
"Anything going on?"
"You know, with only a week of school left, I think if I were you, I'd be dancing a little jig."
Dawn opened the refrigerator looking for something to snack on.
"But you're not me, are you?"
"No, I suppose not."
"And I'm not you. Never will be," Dawn answered with a edge to her voice, shutting the refrigerator door harder than she had to.
"Dawn, are you sure everything's okay?"
"Everything's just peachy!"
"You know you can tell me if anything . . . ."
"Fine! You want to know? They're gone!"
"Not who, what? My slayer strength, my powers, THEY'RE gone! Happy now? No more worrying about me sneaking out at night! And no more worrying about me accidentally hurting someone in P.E.! And no more worrying about anyone finding out I have a sister who's a Slayer! I guess you must be the happiest no-worrying person in the world, huh?"
"Dawn," Buffy said, trying to sympathetic, "We knew they wouldn't last more than five or six weeks."
"But it's only been four weeks! Why'd they go away so soon?"
"I don't know . . . ."
"Why'd they have to go away at all? You said those monks made me out of YOU! I should have everything you do? So why don't I?"
"Dawn, it's true, they took some of my -- DNA, or whatever, but we're not clones. You have brown hair and I have blond. You're taller than I am. And as much as I hate to admit it, your chest is certainly bigger than mine."
Smiling despite herself, Dawn said, "And that's driving you crazy, isn't it?"
Deciding Dawn needed an ego boost, Buffy played along, "Well, it would be nice if we were the same size. But at least I have a nicer butt."
"Do NOT!" Dawn exclaimed with mock anger. "My butt's much nicer than yours."
"Oh, I don't think so. Everyone knows my butt's butter -- BETTER!"
"You said it right the first time -- greasy and soft."
"Is NOT!" Buffy said, laughing along with Dawn.
After the laughter subsided, neither one said anything for a few seconds.
"Dawn, I know . . . ."
"Don't worry about it, Buffy, it's just like you said. I guess I knew they wouldn't last. I just kept hoping ... you know."
"I know. But it's really better this way. Just be thankful you're an ordinary girl with ordinary strength. You don't want to be a Slayer, believe me."
"If you could, would you give up being the Slayer?"
Buffy opened her mouth to answer, but didn't have one.
Finally, she said, "When I was first chosen, I thought is was kind of cool until I realized I wasn't going to be able to hang with my friends. And I wasn't going to be the school queen anymore. And then my grades suffered. And my slaying was always getting me in trouble with Mom and Dad. And then I hated it. But now -- I feel like I can't quit. I'm HER, you know? I'M the savior of the world. And while I'd like to believe that another Slayer could do just as good a job as me, I don't. I've lived longer than any other Slayer, well, except for dying a couple of times and then coming back, but I just feel like there's a reason I'm still the Slayer. That doesn't really answer your question, though, does it?"
"Yeah, it does, sorta. I know being the Slayer's not much fun, but I still liked being secret Supergirl. It made me feel ... special, you know?"
"Dawny, Dawny. How many times will I have to tell you how special you are until you believe it?"
"Special to you, maybe, but not to anyone else."
"Except for Willow, and Xander, and Anya, and Giles, and even Spike."
"Yeah, but you guys are my family."
"But don't you know -- somewhere out there, there's some guy just waiting to meet you. Some boy who will think you are the most wonderful, the most beautiful, and the most special person in the entire world."
"There she is."
"Her? She doesn't look like much to me. I mean, she's cute, and she has a pretty good body, but are you sure she's the one?"
"Oh, I'm sure. I've been watching her a long time. And if I'm sure about anything at all, it's her."
"And you're sure she has her sister's strength?"
"I'm sure. She tries to hide it, but if you've been watching her as closely as I have, you start to see things. She's got the strength, all right."
"So if she's so strong, won't that make it kind of tough? I mean, I certainly don't want to tangle with ANYBODY, not even a girl, who's ten times stronger than I am!"
"You won't have to. I have it all worked out. All I have to do is get to know her a little better, ask her out, get her off by ourselves, use a little chloroform, and she's all mine."
"Well, you know her sister will come looking for her."
"Let her. She won't find us, not until I want her to. See, that's the difference between you and me -- I make plans, and I go over them in my head, over and over, until I know they're going to work. Any more questions?"
"So when do we do it?"
"Soon. I've been flirting her with a little, and dropping hints here and there about this dance. And she's been responding. So I’m going to ask to go in another day or two."
"What if her sister won't let her?"
"I told you! I've been watching her. In most ways she's just like any other girl -- they'll do whatever they think their parents, or in this case, her sister, won't let them do, just to prove they're grown up enough to take care of themselves."
"Well, if you're sure . . . ."
"Trust me, I've never been more sure about anything in my life -- this time next week we'll be just as strong as the Slayer. And once we have all that strength, the Sunnydale cops won't stand a chance."
"But won't we have to worry about the Slayer, and Dawn?"
"Not if they're both dead."
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