The gift
It was about 1:00am and the slayer slumbered.
I was dreaming, I know that, but my dreams are usually more than mere dreams, like one the night I gave a gift to the world I gave the world slayers, plural. I was dreaming about my friends, I don’t mean the ones that slumbered beside me, like Willow and Xander, but my Friends who were… not among us anymore. I sat beside my old friend Kendra the former Slayer, before Faith. She kept on saying something in her thick accent, “Trust her Buffy, Trust Her.” Then around Kendra more appeared for wisps of smoke My mother, Mrs. Calendar (Giles girlfriend who was murdered.) Tara, Anya, the slayers who hadn’t made it through the Apocalypse, with the watchers who were blown sky high and the love of my life Spike. They were chanting the same thing, “Trust her, trust her.” Then they disappeared, all but a small girl who told me to wake up. My eyes popped open, yet she was still there.
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