Dealing, debriefing, readying. From thepowerplayers
After sending Andrew with Chola’s body on another flight, Xander and I readied to fly to Los Angeles. I was shocked that there had been this big mission there, and some big fight that I still didn’t have all of the details about, and that I hadn’t been a part of it.
Of course I hadn’t been a part of it, though. Chola and I were fighting demons in the orient. That had been our mission. Giles, Xander and Andrew all thought that we complimented each other’s strengths and weaknesses well, and Chola spoke three different oriental languages, which made things easier.
The sadness was, as we boarded a plane direct to Los Angeles, was that Chola and I would no longer be fighting together and for the moment, the Orient was left with a vampire populous and over here, they did it like the triad, we found out. There was a chain of command, but it was a chaotic chain of command and the vampires in Hong Kong and China liked to kill and torture, as well as feed. Chola had been killed in an epic fight in front of me, and fighting off the sadness of it all, it was all that I had just to make it out of there alive, myself. I took pride in the fact that I had killed almost all of the vampires responsible for her death, but it there was only a small measure of pride created.
On the plane, here with Xander, I found that thinking was difficult. Things were about to get worse.
He spoke to Giles, who had just spoken to Faith. Twenty-seven slayers had died in Los Angeles. Xander looked deflated. I wondered how many had been sent. Xander said that unless he was mistaken, there were twenty-seven sent. There were only thirty-two of us. The slayer line had been brutalized, and there wouldn't be any others chosen, not in this generation. Still, there was Buffy and Faith. They had survived. There was me, and then there was Chola.
"Xander, I know that you wanted a debriefing on the events surrounding Chola's death, but can we just not right now? I'll tell you about it when I...I mean twenty-seven of us, dead, should we even be going there? Was Faith able to escape to safety from all of the demons? Is it a warzone? If twenty-seven died, did one not go? There were thirty-two of us, if twenty-seven have died, and Chola, and Faith, Buffy and I remain, then who's still alive? There's one other. Should we even be going?"
I was babbling, but all of the things in my head came out. I didn't want to talk about Chola because it hurt, but twenty-seven slayers killed....what could I do? I would give it my all, but would I end up dead?
Reaching Los Angeles when I had first heard about this battle was all that I could think about. Now, it was something that caused me to pause. I was still going and I would fight, but was it going to be futile? All of us are strong, and now, most of us are dead. I might think that I'm as strong as Buffy, or at least Faith and certainly Kennedy. Now, Kennedy's gone..or is she? Did one girl survive, or did she not go at all?
I needed a drink, and though I was not quite of age, I ordered one.
[Xander]
Of course I hadn’t been a part of it, though. Chola and I were fighting demons in the orient. That had been our mission. Giles, Xander and Andrew all thought that we complimented each other’s strengths and weaknesses well, and Chola spoke three different oriental languages, which made things easier.
The sadness was, as we boarded a plane direct to Los Angeles, was that Chola and I would no longer be fighting together and for the moment, the Orient was left with a vampire populous and over here, they did it like the triad, we found out. There was a chain of command, but it was a chaotic chain of command and the vampires in Hong Kong and China liked to kill and torture, as well as feed. Chola had been killed in an epic fight in front of me, and fighting off the sadness of it all, it was all that I had just to make it out of there alive, myself. I took pride in the fact that I had killed almost all of the vampires responsible for her death, but it there was only a small measure of pride created.
On the plane, here with Xander, I found that thinking was difficult. Things were about to get worse.
He spoke to Giles, who had just spoken to Faith. Twenty-seven slayers had died in Los Angeles. Xander looked deflated. I wondered how many had been sent. Xander said that unless he was mistaken, there were twenty-seven sent. There were only thirty-two of us. The slayer line had been brutalized, and there wouldn't be any others chosen, not in this generation. Still, there was Buffy and Faith. They had survived. There was me, and then there was Chola.
"Xander, I know that you wanted a debriefing on the events surrounding Chola's death, but can we just not right now? I'll tell you about it when I...I mean twenty-seven of us, dead, should we even be going there? Was Faith able to escape to safety from all of the demons? Is it a warzone? If twenty-seven died, did one not go? There were thirty-two of us, if twenty-seven have died, and Chola, and Faith, Buffy and I remain, then who's still alive? There's one other. Should we even be going?"
I was babbling, but all of the things in my head came out. I didn't want to talk about Chola because it hurt, but twenty-seven slayers killed....what could I do? I would give it my all, but would I end up dead?
Reaching Los Angeles when I had first heard about this battle was all that I could think about. Now, it was something that caused me to pause. I was still going and I would fight, but was it going to be futile? All of us are strong, and now, most of us are dead. I might think that I'm as strong as Buffy, or at least Faith and certainly Kennedy. Now, Kennedy's gone..or is she? Did one girl survive, or did she not go at all?
I needed a drink, and though I was not quite of age, I ordered one.
[Xander]