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Grave Daughter

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This story is No. 3 in the series "The Calling". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: There is grave dirt in her mouth and she cannot remember her name.

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Lord of the Rings > Buffy-CenteredNightmarishFR1862,84011310,87430 Mar 1221 Oct 12Yes

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR13

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They stand loosely grouped together in the bright midday sun. The dust of their victory clings yet to the air, hovering; a eulogy.

In the arid desert heat, Buffy stares down into the gaping maw where Sunnydale once stood. She stands beneath clear skies and tries to remember the heavy taste of grave dirt in her mouth, the wet pressure in her chest and throat, the smell of ash and electricity and the whole world falling apart.

But it is gone.

The skin on her palm is smooth and pink, and a double vision flickers at the edge of the void; a golden haze of dappled light that shifts and breaks in swells of distant melody. The fire in her blood has cooled, and the blazing beacon in her breast has surged and steadied. At the edge of the still-crumbling abyss, Buffy’s feet stand firm. Her eyes are bright. Her mind is clear.

Her headstone is miles deep already.


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