Buffy sat in her bedroom. She stayed there all day and watched the sun’s rays slowly creep across the floor. She hated being in that house, the memories were too much, every picture she saw burned another hole in her heart. She couldn’t believe what she had done, she killed Faith and she had come so close to killing Giles. As bad as that was, she did not feel guilty, they deserved what they got, and they deserve more.
She found herself plotting. Maybe Angelus had the right idea, kill anyone close to them first. Make them wish they were dead, make them beg to be killed.
She never felt a feeling like this. She felt cold and empty. She wanted to cry for her sister, but she couldn’t, she worked so hard to force herself but she couldn’t. She didn’t feel sadness, she felt angry and betrayed. She wanted revenge. Nothing would prevent her from getting her revenge.
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