This is my first ever fan fiction on this site Greetings everyone!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, settings and plotlines. Buffy the Vampire Slayer was created by Joss Whedon, and Twilight was created by Stephenie Meyer.
It was much harder to die than Dawn had thought it would be. She had been prepared, knowing that it was a possibility, from even before Glory found her. Probably from when Tara had pointed at her, blank eyes wide, finger condemning Dawn to this fate.
And now, on this tower, in the night, she had to die. At least it was to save the world. She didn’t want to look down, but she wanted so desperately for Spike to be ok that she did anyway, gasping at the height of her position. She could see fire, below, and tiny moving dots she knew were her friends.
Buffy was there, as always. Dawn looked into her sister’s face as the Slayer ran towards her. Doc was cast aside, his body falling to land like a rag doll on the pavement below. Dawn couldn’t help but whimper as Buffy untied her, and led her to the stairs. But it was too late, the blood flowing from her cuts had collected in the sky beneath her feet. Her blood.
She’d been told that to stop it the blood had to stop flowing. Unless she died, all Hell would be released on Earth. For eternity. Buffy grabbed her wrists.
“Dawnie,” she said.
“No, Buffy,” Dawn shook her head emphatically, wriggling her hands out of her sister’s grasp. “I’ve got to.”
She bent her head and whispered a few words in her sister’s ear. “You should have been taller than me. I love you. Goodbye.
And before the Slayer could catch her wrists again, she ran, pulling the dress above her ankles to free her feet. The air seemed to catch her as she dived, swimming through the light.
At least it was to save the world.