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4th Dusting

[Voice]

How many of you got demons back home? Or met 'em here? Tell me about 'em.

...There was a town. Her town. It was under siege by a pretty big time vamp, for her era. Saint Just. I'm sure the name was pure irony.

[She has no idea how that is ironic, but decides not to press the point right now. she just nods]

...I don't know what it's like in the future but -- this Slayer? She comes from a time when it was even tougher to be a woman with power. She kept who she was hidden from the village until Saint Just attacked. Would've brought the whole city to its knees except she stepped out of her secret identity and she saved the place. Every. Last. Villager.

She should've been a hero, right? That what I would have called her.

[And given you're tellin' me this, she didn't

But she nods]

...The girls of the town got a little too inspired, I guess. The village elders didn't take kindly to having their pretty little patriarchy subverted by one Slayer. They burned her at the stake, for it.

How?

They took her in her sleep. Tied her tight -- more ropes than they'd need for any non-Slayer. And then they lit the whole thing like some kind of twisted bonfire.

[ and then her voice seems to hit upon...a rhythm. recitation: ] But she was strong, so very strong. She burned up wide awake.

So why not rip outa the rope? Couldn't do it?

I...I don't get the deets. Just flashes. Just feelings. Like being a girl too strong to pass out from smoke inhalation before the flames got too hot.

...Sucks.

[She twitches, lightly. that would hurt]

Very. It sucks to the amount of very. Our line is filled with sacrifice and suffering -- and those things are important to remember -- but they're not the be all and end all of us.

[ hypocrite. buffy breaths self-sacrifice. ]

Jesu, I hope not. Don't plan on dying here.

[ dear lord, why is she smiling? ]

No one plans to die, Mel.

[ oh. that'd be why. smiling 'cause she's lying. ]

[Which is met with an uneasy sort of glare thing. But whatever, she nods]

Of course, if you do? Die here? You'll come back.

Heard, don't wanna test. [A beat] Got another tale?

I'm guessing you probably want something a little less...dreary?

Good for anything, Summers. You're the tale-teller.

...Have you read about Sineya?

[ the first slayer. slayerous prime. ]

[...] Not by that name. Think you brought it up before though.

..The First Slayer. She visits -- those of us with the dreams, she visits us.

Oh. Heard about her, but not from the diaries.

...I guess she's probably not in any. At least, none written during her time.

Kinda was even more ancient than you.

...Kinda. [ understatement of the year. ]

4th Dusting

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