Being cast out isn't as great as people make it out to be. I don't feel like a rebel. Nor should I feel like one, I suppose. I feel guilty, my mistake destroyed a lot of lives. Even when I think I'm doing the right thing, I end up doing the wrong thing. And yes, I feel hurt. Hurt because my friends, my chosen family didn't even ask my side of the
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Opening the bottle of pills, I looked at them skeptically before looking up at Wesley again. I guessed what it all boiled down to was...how much did I trust Wesley? Kind of fishy that he showed up for no apparent reason just in time for me to almost get stabbed to death.
I felt sort of guilty being suspicious of him, considering he'd been the one to stitch me up. In fact, if I wasn't mistaken I would say I was laying down in his bed. He'd cleaned me up, stitched me up. In short, made sure I didn't die ( ... )
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I knew this was connected. I mean, I didn't know how I did. Sometimes I just knew things. I knew when Buffy died, even though no one had bothered to tell me. Hell, Angel didn't even tell me. I had to ask him about it when he showed up to visit me one day. That was how I really found out. I had to ask, but I already knew ( ... )
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"Those other girls." I said suddenly. "They're not slayers. They're going to become slayers...er if I die. If I die, they become slayers." I said again, letting that idea really sink into my head. I mean I always knew that's how it'd work. But it just didn't seem fair. They were being hunted because they could be slayers. I was the slayer, I had slayer power. Strength, speed, killer flexibility and they had nothing. They were being hunted and they couldn't even fight back. Not really ( ... )
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