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[slayful_buffy]

"I shall carry a light in a dark place and it shall consume me."

"I have to be here, where it's dark. Yes. Where they come, my dead, and talk to me. Tell me what I deserve."

"From beneath you, it devours."Watching the sunlight fade as I walked back from Spike's crypt was a new thing Buffy-wise. I'd spent most of last year walking away from Spike

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[slayful_buffy]

The girl was completely nervous. She looked at me like she was sizing me up and I would have placed myself on high-slayage alert except it wasn't in the 'could I take you?' kind of way. It was in the 'you don't look as strong as you're made out to be' kind of way which set me on edge on a whole different level. Who was she?

"I'm Becca, I'm, um, not at school with Dawn. Well, I might be if I can get registered, but I've only just met her. About an hour ago anyway."

I looked at my sister wondering when we'd forgotten the rule about inviting strange people to sit on our doorstep. I mean the girl looked nice enough but had Dawn forgotten the entire Harmony disaster a couple of years ago? Eeeesh.

"Um... I'm Becca. Oh, I said that. Right. I'm a potential. Slayer, that is. You know, one who might be chosen if - Anyway, there were demons. They killed my watcher and tried to kill me. And I don't think I'm the only one who has been attacked by them. So I came here, because you're, you know, the chosen one, so I thought you might be able to help."

Blinking, I wondered if I'd heard all that right. A potential, Slayer, that was... Who'd had her Watcher killed. And she didn't think she was the only one and-- I could help?

"Uh, what?" Okay, so it was taking me a little longer than usual to catch on today. I blamed the fact that I'd been standing in an oh-so-active Hellmouth for the last hour and a half trying to get some kind of information out of Spike.

"You're a potential," I repeated, "And you've--" My mouth formed a soft 'o' as I looked at her, remembering dreams that I'd buried for the past few weeks, simply hoping they'd go away and that they weren't all prophetic or whatever.

"From beneath you it devours." I muttered under my breath, before seeing the odd looks I was being shot by both my sister and this new girl. "You say these demons tried to kill you," I asked, treading delicately in case she totally flipped on me. I remembered Faith. "Weird looking guys in robes? Lack of eyes?"

Let me be wrong. Let me be wrong.

[beccawhite]

Buffy was looking at me totally weirdly, and ok, I expected that, but it was sort of embarrassing. I know I didn't look very slayerish, even potentially, but still.

But it seems that Buffy was worried about more than that.
"From beneath you it devours."

My skin prickled. I'd heard that before. I didn't know where, but it made my skin feel cold and my heart race.

"Weird looking guys in robes? Lack of eyes?"

"Um... yes," I said. This was clearly not the answer Buffy wanted, but it was the truth. God, it was. I felt sick thinking about it. Automatically I rubbed my eyes, as if I could get rid of the memories that way, of Geoffrey sprawled and -
"Yes. No eyes. Very fast though. With knives." My voice became small at this point. I realised tears were forming, and I blinked them back hastily. I needed to look strong. "Yes. I tried... We ran away. My watcher and I. But they followed. I went out and... They killed him. I wasn't even there to help him." I wrapped my arms around myself. I hadn't meant to admit that. "And then I ran. Here, in fact."