A Day in the Death
are people too.
Not mine, this is just for fun.
A Day in the Death
Hi. My name’s Sadie,
and until a couple of months ago I was a perfectly happy go lucky teenager
living in the suburbs of Sydney, Australia.
I had a good,
non-remarkable life. Great parents, kid brother who is a total pain in the you
know what, great friends – even a boyfriend.
I was a sporty
outdoors sort – everyone in Oz is – and I played tennis, scuba-dived and yep –
even surfed a bit. I mean, I was always good at sports – great hand/eye
co-ordination and all that stuff, and pretty strong for a girl. Chris (my boyfriend)
always said it was like wrestling with a croc when we were messing around on
the beach. Although how Chris would know that is anyone’s guess, as he’s a city
boy through and through.
I was never
going to win prizes at school, but was good enough to pass most of my exams –
even if not with spectacular grades – and was looking forward to going to
college, and thinking about doing the Oz thing of traveling in my gap year –
maybe even Europe, the whole glamorous backpacking thing – working in bars to
pay my way etc.
out quite as I expected.
Oh, sure, here
I am in Europe. England to be exact. But not a back pack in sight – nor Chris
or any of my other friends. And as for working in London in bars and enjoying
the city life. Huh.
Thing is, my
whole life has gone to hell in a handbasket. And I’m not sure how I’m coping
with it all – not that great I suspect. At least I’m not coping that great
among a load of other girls who are also not coping to a greater or lesser
degree. Well – would you?
I got home
from a great day out shopping with the girls – blowing my allowance on a
darling little sundress and some strappy sandals – to find my parents sitting
on the edge of the sofa staring like rabbits in headlights at this weird
looking guy who was draped over one of the other chairs in our living
room. Scrawny and dressed as though he
was on some sort of safari – all he needed was a pith helmet to finish off the
look. Anyway, my Mum took one look at me and burst into tears.
what’s happened? Is Keith OK?” ‘Cos, you know – I immediately thought that my
brother had had some kind of accident.
This – gentleman – has come to talk to us about you.” Dad sounded really odd,
sort of as though someone was strangling him. Then the scrawny guy gets up and
comes across to shake my hand.
My name is Andrew and I’ve come to explain how you will be leaving Australia
and coming to England to follow your destiny. For you, young woman, are one of
the Chosen ones. It used to be one girl in all the world – but now – following
the spell of Willow – the most powerful of Wiccas – there are many girls in all
the world. And you, my dear one, are the last of this generation who has been
I mean – Huh?
his due. There can’t be many people who can walk into an ordinary family’s
house and announce that the daughter is a girl with supernatural powers that
will help her to combat the forces of darkness and get away without her parents
calling the police. Well – actually my
Dad did call the police, but somehow, between his calling them and their
arriving someone persuaded them that Andrew was on the up and up and it was all
a mistake. I know now that it must have been the Watcher’s Council – or more
scarily – some influence from the Coven. Whatever. Anyway, hardly surprising, my mum and dad told Andrew to get
lost. That I wasn’t going anywhere with him – let alone England – and did he
think that they were completely mad if they were going to believe such a ridiculous
“It is true
that Sadie is the weakest of our new Slayers – perhaps not even full formed –
which is why we didn’t realize that one of our girls was still unaccounted for.
However, I think that Sadie herself will demonstrate why she needs to come with
Andrew asked me to stand at the bottom of the stairs and jump up to the
It was just
too stupid for words. I mean – I know I was athletic and all that, but this was
nuts. Anyway, to prove him wrong I went to the bottom of the stairs, crouched
down and leapt. And found myself on the landing. A few more tests showed that suddenly I wasn’t me anymore. I mean
– I was me, but a super improved version. I could pick up really heavy items of
furniture without any effort. Run incredibly fast, jump really high. Far
stronger and quicker than any human could possibly be.
me if I’d felt different in some way recently. Thinking about things I realized
that I had felt strange tinglings in my arms and legs, but I’d put it down to
growing pains – my mum’s catch all diagnosis for all things teenagery.
Anyhow – to
cut a long and pretty traumatic story short – my parents eventually agreed that
I needed to go to be trained so that I could understand my new powers. Bless
them, they didn’t let me out of their sight until they’d spoken to the guy in
England who was going to be responsible for me – Rupert Giles as it turned out.
After talking to him at length on the phone, my dad seemed a lot happier about
And so here I
am. Sitting on the windowledge of the coldest, draughtiest old house that I’ve
ever been inside, surrounded by girls of all shapes and sizes and from all over
the world. We’ve nothing in common with each other except than that one day we
woke up and discovered that we were Slayers.
I really hate
it here. The cold just sinks into your bones and stays there. I mean – this is
June for God’s sake – what the hell must England be like in the winter? And rain?
I mean, I know we get really heavy rainstorms – tropical in some parts of Oz –
but this relentless dripping rain. Ugh. Drizzle they call it over here. The
English are like the Eskimos with a hundred words describing snow. They must
have about the same number to describe rain. What makes things worse is it’s
boring over here. Bright lights, shopping, big cities. Well, they’re all out
there. Trouble is – we’re not. We’re sequestered (a Giles word – and one that
describes it perfectly) here like nuns in a convent. A bloody big house, packed
to the rafters with new Slayers, acres of wet countryside all around, a few
cows and horses, and that’s about it. Well. Not quite. We do have a resident
vampire on site.
Even after I’d
arrived in Westbury and met Giles and the original chosen one – Buffy Summers
(and how up herself is she?) – there was no way that I really believed all the
tripe that Andrew had told me on the trip over. Eighteen hours of listening to
him witter on endlessly about slayers and witches, vampires and demons. The man
was demented. He’d not said anything about demons to my parents that’s for
But Giles put
me to rights about this whole other world that most people have no idea exists.
And aren’t they the lucky ones. Still, even pictures in books don’t really have
the impact that coming across a real demon, face to face has. And it happened
to me less than a day after I’d arrived at Westbury.
I was all to
hell with my body clock – awake in the middle of the night, asleep in the
afternoons – you know the drill, and I decided to leave the dormitory and go
downstairs for something to eat. Anyway, as I was coming down the stairs I felt
this weird tingling in my spine – like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I
saw the door to the room that had been tricked out as a gym was open, so I went
to have a look. Something made me open the drawer of the hall table – I’d
already been briefed about the whole staking thing, and grabbed a stake,
although there’s no way that I thought that a vampire would actually be in the
house. Evil they might be, but stupid? As I went into the gym I flicked on the
light switch. Jesus, I thought I was going to have a heart attack on the spot!
There was this thing – all yellow eyes and fangs – I still don’t remember what
happened next, just that I screamed. And then wham. The next thing I remember
was being back in my bed as though nothing at all had happened.
Anyway – this
was the first bit of weirdness that I encountered being here, there’ve been
plenty more since. And my first meeting (I think) with the vampire that Buffy
Summers lives with – and how weird is that? I mean, we all know the story now.
Vampire with a Soul, cursed by gypsies etc and so on. But living with a slayer?
I mean, Angel is incredibly hot to look at, no doubting that for one minute
what with the brooding and the tallness and the fantastic body and the
face….but – hey, wait a minute – he’s a corpse! And a vampire. A real, live (if
you get past the whole corpse bit) vampire. I mean, drinks blood? Burns up in
sunlight? And is over 250 years old. That’s older than anywhere in modern
Australia. It’s even older than this old house. And he’s eternal. When we’re
all long gone he’ll still be knocking around the place, looking just the same
as he does now. And Angel being around is starting not to be as weird as some
of the other things that have happened to us since we all got together to train
starting to go around the girls. Giles isn’t saying anything, and Buffy is as
tight lipped as usual when she’s around us, but it’s being said that all these
demons and weirdnesses that have been happening have got worse and worse
recently. We know that Buffy came from a Hellmouth in California, and we’re
starting to wonder if a new Hellmouth is beginning to appear right here under
our feet. And now, today we’ve been called together because yet another
weirdness has started up and once again, we’re being told we have to fight it.
It’s at times
like this that I want to stand up and scream “But I’m Sadie Anderson. I’m
seventeen years old and just an ordinary girl from Sydney. Get me out of here!”
But no celebrity duo are going to rescue me from this particular jungle. So
instead, I’m sitting with the others listening to Giles telling us that a crack
in the ground has appeared in the centre of
an old Anglo Saxon encampment near Bristol and strange groans and noises
– not to mention smells – are coming up from this crack, so Angel and Buffy are
going there tonight (of course – no daytime trips for the vampire), and they
want two volunteers. Giles then turns to me and checks his files. “When I say
volunteers…Sadie, you’ve not been out recently, it would be good practice for
you to go along, don’t you think?”
Noooooo! But like a complete spineless creature, I sort of nod my head and
mumble a bit. So here I am ‘volunteered’ for investigating a demonic crack in
the ground. At night. On a spooky old encampment. At least Hoshi has taken pity and volunteered to be the other
slayer on duty. Bless her. My only real friend here. Hoshi couldn’t have come
from a more different background to me, she’s a sweet Japanese girl, brought up
in a place where there were more mountains than people, so she says. But she is
lovely with a wicked sense of humour, which lots of the girls don’t get because
she’s so deadpan, but I think she’s hysterical.
OK, now this
is seriously not my idea of a fun-filled night out. For a start it’s raining –
what a surprise – secondly it’s pitch dark up on this hill, and so misty that
any nighttime lights of the towns on either side of the hill are completely
obscured. Thirdly it’s completely creepy.
Buffy, Hoshi and I are all armed with flashlights, but Angel is
wandering about somewhere, and not needing artificial light to see his way,
none of us have a clue where he is until he just turns up right behind me.
Can’t you cough or something?” God, he scared me half to death.
“Sorry, but I
Of course not.
Still, it’s not his fault I suppose that he’s got the whole lurking thing down
to a fine art, but even so, not the wisest way to be with trigger happy slayers
armed with stakes.
voice – sounds like she’s found something. As we make our way over to her, I can’t
see anything, but bloody hell, I sure can smell something. It reeks like
something dead for a couple of weeks in a hot room. I mean, Uuuuugh.
everything starts to happen at once. Suddenly there’s a sort of massive, well I
suppose burp would be the closest description – and the whole top of the hill
seems to explode. I’m thrown off my feet and I can hear Hoshi shouting
something, then this – thing – looms right over me. My flashlight catches it,
its face all oozing slime and what looks like pus. Next second it’s gone as
something hurls it away from me. Angel. He grabs my hand and yanks me to my,
somewhat unsteady, feet.
says grimly. “Cut their heads off – it’s the only way to stop them.”
It’s all a
blur after that. Even though I know that I’m shrieking with fear almost
continuously while I’m fighting, the old slayer instincts don’t let me down,
not to mention the relentless training that we’ve endured since arriving in
England. For the first time I’m truly grateful for Buffy and Giles’ rigid
insistence on daily training routines. There are awful groans from the zombies,
interspersed with yells from Buffy and Hoshi, and the occasional heart stopping
growl which I guess must be Angel. Then, as it seems like it’s all coming to an
end – with decomposing bodies scattered all over the hill – there is a terrible
scream, and I know in my gut that it’s Hoshi.
I run over to
her, fighting off and beheading one of the last of the zombies before I get to
her. It’s awful. Hoshi has been impaled on her own sword, and there’s blood
running from her mouth as well as from the wound in her chest.
But it’s too
late for her. Already her eyes are beginning to glaze over and with a wretched
gurgling sound she dies right in front of me. A seventeen year old Japanese
girl lying dead on a dark, damp hill, surrounded by decomposing monsters. Now
I’m crying so much that at first I don’t register that neither Angel or Buffy
has come to see what’s happened. For a moment I wonder if I’m the only one that
has survived the battle, but then, as I beam my flashlight around the hill I
see Angel cradling Buffy in his arms. Even though I don’t want to leave poor
Hoshi, I run over to them.
“No. But I
don’t know what’s happening to her.” Angel sounds strained with anxiety.
she was OK, the next, she just collapsed. Now it’s like she’s having some kind
Buffy is twitching and flinching, and although quite obviously unconscious she
looks to be in a lot of pain.
“We’ve got to
get her back to Westbury.” Angel picks Buffy up. She looks tiny in his arms,
like a little doll.
Hoshi…she’s…she didn’t make it” I can’t bring myself to say that Hoshi is dead.
Angel looks me
squarely in the face. “Can you carry her?”
I just nod. I
think shock has really kicked in now, as I’m feeling completely numb. I carry
my dead friend back to the car and somehow we make the nightmare journey back
to Giles’ house.
Buffy wakes up
just as we are pulling up at the front porch of the house. She seems completely
disorientated and complains of a splitting headache. Angel had telephoned Giles
when we had got back to the car, so he and the other slayers are waiting for
us. Angel just sweeps past them all with Buffy in his arms and takes her
straight up to the garage flat, leaving us to carry Hoshi’s body into the
I guess that’s
when it really hits me that she is really dead. Crazy, I suppose, when she had
died right in front of my eyes. But seeing her in the familiar surroundings of
the place where we have all lived, ate and slept for the past weeks and months
is just too much for me.
gives me something to help me sleep, and two of the girls – I think it’s Elaine and Laura, get me upstairs and help
to wash the battlestains off me. They stay with me after they put me into my
bed, and I suppose that eventually I
must drop off from sheer nervous exhaustion.
felt anything like I do now. I thought that leaving my family and friends was
bad. That was nothing. At least I know they’re alive and safe in Sydney. Even
thinking about how Hoshi’s parents must be feeling makes me break down in
floods of tears. Some of it’s selfish – it’s all too easy to imagine how my
parents and brother would be feeling if the news of my death reached them. And
now I know just how likely a possibility that might be. It could just have
easily been me lying there with my lifeblood pouring out of me as it was Hoshi.
It’s not just
me that’s been affected by Hoshi’s violent death. All the girls are upset and I
guess we’re all frightened too. Giles has done his best to be kind and
reassuring, but we can see that he’s upset as well. After all, he was the one
who had to telephone Hoshi’s parents with the news. Buffy hasn’t been able to
do her normal sergeant major rallying round act either. She’s pale and strained
looking, and is still getting bad headaches that she’s doing her best to shrug
off. Something’s definitely going on there. Angel is never far from her side,
and even during the day we can see him standing in the shadow of the window of
the flat, keeping watch over her.
A group of the
girls went to Giles telling him that they were leaving Westbury and going back
to their homes. I don’t know what he said to them, but they’re all still here.
Not happy though. I want my mum and dad so much. I want to wake up and find
that I’m at home in my bed. That I wasn’t a Slayer – and had no idea of the
supernatural world that I’m now living in. But I know it’s not going to happen
and somehow I have to stick it out.
training now. Buffy says she’s better, but she still looks not altogether well.
Angel is still watching her like a hawk. It’d be scary if he wasn’t so
gorgeous, but I don’t think Buffy minds – or possibly even notices.
Things seem to
be settling back to normal – whatever you can call normal around here, but now
I know it’s only a matter of time before something awful happens again.
sooner than even I expected.
We’re out on
what I guess the army would call manoeuvres. Giles feels that we need to get
used to patrolling at night, as obviously we’re going to end up as night
workers. Another wonderful perk of being a slayer. Not. Now three of us, plus
Buffy, Angel and Giles are scrambling around on the downs at one O’clock in the
morning, with nothing but the light of the moon to guide us. Well, me and my
two fellow newbies are scrambling around. Giles is sitting on a picnic blanket
somewhere and we’re meant to find him, and Buffy and Angel are ambushing us
relentlessly. It’s scary enough when Buffy jumps out on one of us – I mean,
we’re on downs for goodness’s sakes,
where does she hide? But it’s downright terrifying when Angel suddenly
materializes in front of us. For a start he’s huge, and he’s let his demon face out for an airing. I know that
we’re slayers and all that, but all the same – not a fun thing to have to cope
with in the dark, on your own. Especially as not all of us quite have the trust
thing down with him.
Anyway, here I
am, trying to walk silently, straining every sense in an attempt to detect
where Giles might be, while at the same time keeping everything alert in order
not to be surprised by the ambushers. Just as I see the masked light of Giles’
torch, there’s a shout from Angel. We all rush to where Angel is helping Buffy
to her feet. Buffy’s shaking her head and brushing off Angel’s concern, but
even in this darkness we can see she’s pale. Giles comes up looking anxious.
“What’s the matter?
Buffy, are you OK?” There’s no mistaking his feelings for Buffy – he sounds
just like my dad did when I’d fallen down and hurt myself.
“I’m fine –
fine. I just tripped”.
Well – OK, but
the way Angel’s looking at her, he doesn’t buy that for one second. Neither
does Giles, it seems, as he turns his torch onto his watch and calls it a
night. Me and the other girls heave a collective sigh of relief, we’ll be glad
to get back to our beds – who knows, we might even get a bit of a lie-in.
known better. We’re nearly back where we left the cars and then there’s this
weird noise coming from the left of where we are. It’s a sort of gurgling
sound, like water going down a plughole. Except that it’s definitely not that.
Angel’s gone stock still – he looks almost as if he’s scenting something on the
like those creatures that were chasing Benny –
know what’s more creepy – the thought of those awful things still lurking
around, or the fact that Angel can smell them. I find myself walking faster
towards the cars. “Surely we killed them…even if we didn’t then can’t we come
back tomorrow when it’s light?” I sound scared – even to myself. Those things
were gross – and I was covered in their demon goo – which stung and the smell
was almost impossible to scrub off.
disappeared. And then he’s back. I wonder just how fast he really can move when
he puts his mind to it, and not for the first time it crosses my mind that even
a slayer might find she’d bitten off more than she could chew if it came down
to a fight between her and this particular vampire. Good thing he’s on our side
a sinkhole about 100 yards from here. Sounded like there were at least three of
the things.” He looks to Giles as if waiting for him to make a decision. Giles
is chewing his lip, and then nods in the direction of all of us.
going to wait until tomorrow. We know the damage anthropophagi can do. Buffy,
are you up to taking the girls to sort these things out?”
nodding, but Angel is shaking his head. “No. I’m not happy that Buffy’s up to
her full strength.” Buffy’s glaring at him, so Angel must be right. “I’ll go
with the girls. You get Buffy home.”
pulling herself away from Angel.
way I’m not going with you. Giles – you need to stay up here. Laura can stay
with you. Angel – don’t even bother to argue with me.”
This is all
interesting stuff – there’s something going on between all three of them, but
I’m more bothered about going down a sinkhole to face yet more of those gross
creatures, and wish that Buffy had selected me to stay up top with Giles.
However, everyone else seems keen enough to get with the programme, and I’m too
much of a wimp to refuse to go with them. So now we’re traipsing off behind
Angel and Buffy trying to look like hardened demon killers.
is about three foot wide. Angel drops down it like he’s in an elevator, Buffy
is nearly as agile. Vi and I are a bit more circumspect, and scrabble down it
trying not to make too much noise – and failing dismally. We finally reach the
bottom, and it’s a surprise to find ourselves in something that’s almost big
enough to call a cavern. We’re swishing torches around and the light bounces
off high walls and a ceiling covered in sticky down things. There are sticky up
things coming up off the floor as well. Sometimes they meet in the middle.
Something from my geography lessons bubbles up in my mind. Stalagmites and
Stalactites. Although which is which – who knows?
to the job in hand – the anthropophagi. We can all smell them now. And worse –
hear them. But not see them. Then Angel growls.
It’s so much
worse than the first time we had to fight these gruesome creatures. Then, at least
we were in Giles’ house – and could at least see what we were fighting. Now
it’s electric light beams swinging crazily, offering only glimpses of our
adversaries. I’m not even sure how many of them there are. For about the first
five minutes it looks like we’re getting the best of things. The groans and
moans of the fallen anthropophagi are reassuring in an awful sort of way. Then
it all goes horribly wrong.
terrible case of déjà vu I hear Vi scream. I’m seventeen years old – and
already I know when a scream like that means someone has been mortally wounded.
I can’t see what’s happened, but I just know Vi is dead. And then there is
another scream – it’s not me – so it has to be Buffy. I run like hell to where
she is lying on the ground. It looks like she’s having some sort of fit, but I
don’t have time to help her as the remaining anthropophagi are circling like
sharks. They’re not getting close though, as Angel is standing over Buffy –
demon face to the fore and he’s hacking expertly at anything that gets remotely
within his reach. He sees me, and somehow opens a space for me to leap behind
him so we’re back to back, cutting and slashing at the anthropophagi. My world
has contracted to this – cut, slash, dodge, thrust, but now I have Angel’s reassuring
bulk at my back and my confidence is growing.
finally…the monsters are gone – defeated. Gasping for breath, covered in sweat
and gore I’m overcome with a sort of wild elation. An elation that lasts only
seconds as I remember that Vi is lying dead somewhere in the cavern, and Buffy
is unconscious at our feet. Angel is kneeling down now and gathering her up
into his arms. A sound…more monsters? No. This is a rumble that shakes the very
ground we stand on.
Angel says tersely. And then quicker than my eye can follow, Angel’s pulled me
down and I’m lying half on top of Buffy and he’s covered us both with his big
The noise is
indescribable. A kind of subterranean roar that engulfs us completely, combined
with a terrible creaking and cracking of rock that nobody should ever have to
hear. I’m flattened under Angel, and for the longest moment I think that the
very life is going to be crushed out of me as his weight increases a
hundredfold. Then, groaning, he somehow lifts his weight a fraction so at least
Buffy and I have space to expand our ribs slightly.
It’s only a
moment later that I realize that Angel is gasping my name. “Sadie…there’s
space…get Buffy and you out….”
the rockfall is localized, and there’s a gap where I can roll Buffy and myself
back into the open cavern. And there’s a torch beam still lighting the floor.
I get us out
from under Angel – and only then do I see that he’s saved us from being crushed
to death under a massive pile of fallen rocks. How on earth did he support that
weight on his back to stop us from being completely squashed? But as soon as
Angel feels that we’ve got to safety his strength fails him, and with a
defeated grunt he collapses and the rocks shift slightly as they press down
onto his frame. Frantically, I start to pull boulders and huge rocks away –
only dimly aware that this might cause another landslide. We’re lucky – nothing
else shifts. There’s one last big rock covering Angel, but as I try to pull it
off him, it’s as though he sticks to its underside. God – this one’s even
heavier than the others – but I keep pulling at it anyway. As it finally rolls
off Angel he comes with it – and then I see that he’s impaled on a spiky growth
that is attached to the rock. Its one of those stalactite things and he’s stuck
like a butterfly pinned to a board.
I don’t know
how – but he’s still conscious and I’m crying with shock as I try to lever him
off the rock spike without hurting him further, but it’s impossible and he’s
quivering with the pain. I do it though, and then Angel is lying in a boneless
sort of way near Buffy – who is starting to slowly come round from her weird
fit. As I flash the torch over Angel it’s clear that he’s been severely
injured. If he’d been human – even a slayer – he’d be dead, and so would we. As
it is, it looks like every bone in Angel’s body has been broken, and the gaping
wound in his back means that the stalactite must have destroyed many of his
ribs, and surely must have punctured both lungs, and done God knows what other
damage. I mean, I know he’s a vampire, but these kind of injuries are beyond
anything you could possibly imagine, and still he’s conscious.
you get out?” it’s a bare whisper, but I hear him, and although the last thing
I want to do is leave him and Buffy, I know I’m going to have to get help.
“No worries –
I’ll be back in a tick”. It’s amazing how we say the most daft things isn’t it,
but somehow Angel manages the ghost of a smile as I give his shoulder a tiny
pat of reassurance.
Then I’m off,
scrambling up the fallen rockpile, climbing higher and higher into the darkness
and hoping like hell that this is going to lead back up to the entrance. I
refuse to even contemplate that the earthquake has collapsed the entrance so
that we’re trapped, but at least Laura and Giles are still above the ground,
and they’ll have felt the ‘quake too, so they’ll know something bad has
happened to us.
I’m nearly at the
top of the fallen pile when I see the most wonderful thing above me – stars.
The mist must have cleared and now the night is bright with moonlight, and it’s
only a matter of climbing a few more feet until I’m going to be out of this
underground hellhole. And then the entrance is blocked by a dense, ugly shadow.
Crap. It’s another anthropophagi. I’m about six feet below him when I see the
shadow get suddenly more enormous as the monster picks up a massive boulder….
doesn’t hurt at all. You’d think that falling twenty feet and then lying pinned
under a boulder would hurt at least a bit, but it doesn’t.
I can’t move
at all. And I know that even if the boulder was lifted from me, I still
wouldn’t be able to move. I know that I’m all broken inside, and I’m dying.
Strange how the knowledge that soon I’m not going to exist doesn’t bother me a
bit. Then I remember my mum and dad. And suddenly it matters.
I can hear
something scuffling way above me – guess it must be the anthropophagi. And then
there’s something crawling painfully up to my side. Angel.
speak, but gets hold of my hand and squeezes it gently. Now I’m just a young
girl from Oz – who found herself, through no fault of her own – to be something
extraordinary. It’s that extraordinariness that makes me sure of what I need to
It’s the faintest of croaks, but it’s the best I can do under the
circumstances. “Slayer blood – strong…you need it.”
I feel Angel’s
hand gently stroke my cheek, and a splash of something lands on my face – where
it’s already wet from my own tears. There’s no argument – none is needed.
Gently, oh so gently, he tips my head to one side.
The blood of a
slayer – even that of one not fully formed – is full of magic and power. It
gave Angel the strength to dispose of the one remaining anthropophagi, roll the
boulder that had crushed Sadie so cruelly, and carry her corpse up into the
soft night. Buffy followed him slowly. She’d seemed to want to lapse back into
unconsciousness at one point when the young Australian girl had been dying, but
had rallied enough to make her own way up to the entrance to the cavern. Neither of them spoke of what Angel had
done. Both knew it had been necessary, but Angel hadn’t yet told Buffy that
Sadie had insisted with her last breath that Angel drain her, so that he and
Buffy could survive. The tell-tale puncture wounds on Sadie’s white neck would
tell their own story to the others who were anxiously waiting for them on the
downs. And Angel’s tear-streaked face would be enough to fill in the gaps.