The Fallen Slayer {1}

The Weight Of The World

"The hell bitch is gone." Damon told the gang as he walked back into the abandoned gas station with Spike.

They had searched for miles but Glory was long gone with Elena.

Glory officially had The Key so they were all beyond screwed.

Stefan, who was standing with Giles sighed at his brother's words. He couldn't help but feel guilty, if the two of them had just gotten here sooner then they could have helped Buffy protect Elena.

Biting into his wrist, he allowed his blood to pour into the small mug Anya had found.

The least he could do right now was make sure Giles was okay.

Holding out the blood-filled mug towards the Watcher, he almost laughed at the disgusted look on Giles's face.

Damon chuckled as Giles continued to stare at the blood in horror as well as slight fascination, clearly trying to work out in his brain just exactly how the healing properties worked "Suck it up, gramps. A couple drops and you'll be good as new, just make sure not to bite the dust for the next day or two."

Giles shot him a slight glare before reluctantly taking the mug and drinking the blood. Feeling his skin slowly starting to reform as the blood worked its magic, Giles allowed a small appreciative smile to graze his lips as he turned to Stefan.

Out of the two, he much preferred Stefan.

"Thank you."

Stefan just smiled, double-checking that Giles was healeding up before moving back toward Buffy.

There had still yet to be any movement.

She wasn't even blinking.

If it wasn't for the rise and fall of her chest he would have thought she was dead.

Crouching down in front of her he sighed in worry as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face. He had tried to get into her head twice already but clearly, a normal vampire still couldn't into a Slayer's head.

Only an Original could.

Which left him completely helpless, unable to get her out of the void she had trapped herself in.

As the group all watched Giles's skin magically sewing itself back together, completely healing the once deadly wound, Spike couldn't help but grumble, jealousy filling his gut "You lot really are lucky buggers." He muttered to Damon and Stefan.

Unlike them he didn't have such advanced healing, hell he had spent weeks in a wheelchair at one point because of Buffy.

Sighing he turned back to the group, wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of here "Better part of a century spent in delinquency just paid off. Hotwired Ben's auto. Who's for gettin' the hell out of here?"

Xander nodded "All in favor. Let's do it."

Ignoring Xander, Giles just continued to stare down at his now fully healed wound. It was astonishing just how much power the blood held. There wasn't even a scar.

It was as though it had never happened.

"Remarkable." He breathed before looking over at Xander "I'll be fine. How's Buffy?"

"The same." Stefan told them as he continued to watch Buffy "I can't get into her head, I'm not an Original. The most I have ever gotten is voices but Slayer's minds are too protected."

The only time he had tried to get into her head, was when she asked him to after a nightmare. She had wanted him to help her sleep but her mind had forced him out the second he tried.

"Slayer's gonna be all right, won't she?" Spike asked.


The question cued Damon to turn his head, his face softening slightly as he focused on Buffy. It was terrifying seeing her like this.

After everything she had been through, this battle with Glory had finally broken her.

Moving over he clicked his fingers in front of her face, but sure enough, she didn't flinch or blink at the sound. 

"Let me try." He told his brother before taking Stefan's place in front of the blonde.

Placing his hands on her face, he closed his eyes trying to force his way into her mind but there was nothing but darkness.

A black wall blocked him at every turn.

The one time time he had tried he had been blocked by bright lights and a voice screaming get out.

But now there was nothingness.

No light...just darkness.

Wherever Buffy was in her mind, she clearly didn't want to be found.
  
"Dammit, nothing." Damon hissed out in frustration as he stood with Stefan, both of them watching the motionless blonde "We're not strong enough. She's hiding deep in her subconscious. Normally when you try and go into a Slayer's head, it hurts. We're talking strong blinding lights and unwelcoming screaming. But there is nothing in there right now. We would need a serious power boost to punch a hole through it. What about you Bon-Bon?"

Sighing, Bonnie moved over and took Buffy's hand trying to use her magic to sense something, any sign of Buffy.

There was nothing.

Her person wasn't in there anymore.

Just the thought made Bonnie want to sob as she moved to squeeze Buffy's hands tightly, entangling their fingers together.

She knew Buffy wasn't brain-dead, she was in there but watching Elena get ripped away had made her just want to not be here and somehow her mind had allowed her to disappear within her subconscious.

Separating her mind into different pieces.

It had left Buffy completely scattered and torn apart.

The weight of the world had finally crushed her.


Taking in a deep breath Bonnie squeezed Buffy's hands one more trying not to break down into tears. Her own emotions were all over the place, her two best friends were in need of help and she wasn't sure what she could do.