Invitations: Forged Invitations
by Brynhild
"Dawn... didn't really exist in the first place?" Angel tried to wrap his mind around the concept.

"Not exactly. She started existing at the end of the summer. It's the memories you have of her that don't exist." Apparently Angel and Buffy weren't talking anymore, and Rupert’d deemed it wise to inform Wesley of the details surrounding Dawn, incase it would have consequences, for example like making Darla extra powerful. Wesley vaguely remembered a young brown-haired girl who would follow Buffy into the library sometimes. Who would’ve thought…

"This is so weird." Cordelia muttered. "Where's she now?"

"Buffy staked her."


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