Becoming What, Exactly?: Part 8
by Theory Queen
A week later, in Sunnydale, Rupert Giles picked up his mail. He noticed Buffy's handwriting on one envelope and dropped the rest of them.

"Dear Giles," [the letter read]

I hope that you, Willow, Xander, and even Cordelia are all well, and survived the ordeal. Angel did not. I almost didn't make it either. Sometimes I wish I hadn't.

By now you must know that my mom…knows. Wish you could have seen her polite conversation with Spike! But I told her to go to you with questions, and I hope you gave her honest answers. If she went.

I wish I could have saved you the pain of what Angel did to you. I'm so sorry, Giles, I only hope I can make it up to you someday. I also wish I could have seen the look on Angel's face when you told him to do the ritual in a tutu! But as it is, the only memory I have of Angel's face is the pain and betrayal when I impaled him with that sword. Oh, yes. Tell Willow the spell worked.

I wish I could see all of you again, but I don't think that will happen. You'd be proud of me though, Giles. I'm actually reading a lot more, and although I'm no longer slaying (aren't many vamps here) I am faithfully saving at least one life a night.

How do you like the pretty world I saved for you?

Love, Buffy


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