A/N: This is the end, my friend. Over and out. The last three chapters. I hope they do not disappoint, even though they might seem a bit...fast. But remember please, that we don't get Buffy's POV on this. Only that of others. There are bound to be holes. Other than that, thanks you for the absolutely mind blowing amount of support and reviews and ideas.
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Anita prided herself in rarely being surprised or shocked at anything. Human nature didn’t have anything left to throw her. Or so she thought until her doorbell rang an hour before sunset and she opened to find Elisabeth Summers standing there, fidgeting.
The animator stared at the other woman flabbergasted for a long moment before the blonde asked, “May I come in, please?”
Anita leaned against the doorjamb, one hand inching closer to her gun. The two of them didn’t get along and suddenly they were paying each other social visits? Something was going on.
“I need your help.”
“I….” she looked at the Executioner with wide eyes, “Can I please
tell you that inside? No-one’s going to get hurt, girl scout’s honor.”
Sighing, Anita stepped aside and let her unexpected guest in. Then she closed he door and leaned against it. “So?”
A deep breath. Then, “I need you to feel me.”
Anita’s arms dropped to her side as she stared, uncomprehending.
“I mean,” Elisabeth elaborated, “With your necromancy thing. You are a necromancer, right?”
Automatically, Anita nodded.
“I need you to feel if I’m…if I feel dead to you.”
Apart from the fact that the request seemed totally insane, Anita knew nothing to say. The other girl was sad, so sad. And she believed that she was dead somehow? But she could see no harm in checking, so she agreed with a shrug.
“Alright,” she answered and let loose the cold power inside of her that gave her power over the dead. She took a moment to just let it be, to revel in the feeling of freedom it gave her. Then she focused and directed it toward the blonde standing motionlessly in front of her. She pushed her power through the other woman, around her, into her, but try as she might she couldn’t find anything. The girl felt as alive as any other being that wasn’t dead, a vampire or a zombie.
Rebuilding her walls slowly, Anita shook her head. “Nothing.”
Green eyes turned impossibly wide with hope. “Really?”
She nodded, “Not a hint of anything dead. You feel like any eighteen year old should.”
It was hard, she mused, to be angry at someone who was so obviously relieved they had tears in their eyes. Whatever it was that had just happened, it meant the world to Elisabeth.
“What was that about?”
The smile she got was wobbly, but almost blinding. “It means I got a clean slate. A new start. I’m alive. Really and truly… I…thank you, Anita. For, you know, helping me out.”
Again, how the hell was she supposed to stay mad at that? “No problem, Elisabeth.”
The blonde scowled but there was a smile behind it, “No, dummy. My real name. Call me Buffy. No more hiding.”