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[_wes_pryce_]

I glanced at the door tiredly as Faith left. Again. Ah yes, go team. Honestly, why do I bother? Why is she being so headstrong and stubborn? I just don't understand. I'm starting to think I've imagined our little talk the other day when I visited her. I should've known better. Don't let anyone close, they'll only hurt you. Sighing, I look over at

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[_r_giles_]

The call from Buffy has left me restless. I've tried calling her back but no one picked up at the Summers residence. Nor at Xander. Willow was of course here. I had no idea who else to call to ask what the bloody hell was going on. There was something seriously wrong with the way Buffy had sounded.

I couldn't sleep at all after that call and not being able to reach anyone. Sitting down on the stairs by the telephone, I sigh and glance at my watch. Nighttime in Sunnydale, its a bit late to be calling anyone right now. Startled I jump up as the phone suddenly rings. I fumble with the receiver for a moment before I finally manage to grab it. "Y-yes? Rupert Giles speaking?"

[_wes_pryce_]

That didn't take him long at all. It's almost as if he was practically sitting on the telephone. Swallowing hard I start to pace the small room. Well, pace, I can hardly call taking three steps pacing.

"Giles...err...it's....Wesley. Wyndam-Pryce." Yes, that's so important right now. As if he doesn't know who Wesley is. "I'm afraid I've a bit of bad new for you." Bit, understatement of the year, century. The girls this man sees as his daughter died, only she's still walking around. A watcher's worst nightmare. "It's...Buffy." Rubbing my forehead I take another deep breath.

[_r_giles_]

"Yes, Wesley. I know who this is." Prat, still so formal after all those years. Why is he calling? Suddenly a cold dread settles in my stomach and I grip the phone just a little bit harder.

Bad news? "Is it Dawn? Buffy called..." But he goes on and says the words I did not want to hear. Words I had been hoping never to hear again, but knowing that they would come again one day. Buffy is after all a Slayer. No matter how much I see her as my daughter, she's still a Slayer. "Buffy? What happened, Wesley?" I ask, straightening up. Stiff upper lip and all that.

[_wes_pryce_]

Dawn? Confused I look at the phone for a moment and blink. Dammit! She's already doing her...thing. Lashing out at loved ones. I suppose I should be glad I'm not even a mere acquaintance of hers. That and the fact that Angelus wouldn't be interested in me will perhaps an advantage.

"I...It's..." Sighing I sit down on the toilet after I lowered the seat. Making a face I wipe my hands on my trousers. We're going to find us a better hotel very soon. "Buffy...Giles, I'm so sorry there's no good way to say this." How do I tell this man that his chosen daughter died?

"Buffy died, Giles. Not only did she die she was...Turned. I'm sorry," I say softly.