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..  The Works of Dawn the Last Slayer (DTLS) The immortal Key-born Slayer

Narrative Works of Dawn the Last Slayer-  #1

"Buffy & Glory - Beyond the Portal"

  [Transcribed from the truly awful to-translate handwritten documents provided by
  'Dawn the Last Slayer' in her fall of 2001 and later from the "Buffy-is-Real"
  dimension (corresponds to summer and later in the "Buffy-is-TV"   dimension) -
  -Editor" Glory (Gloriana).

  Comment: There   have been provided several versions of what actually  happened
  at the portal tower 5/22/01, Apparently the  portal-driven  mergings caused some
  confusion  in the initial months that were later sorted out as new  information was
  uncovered and incorporated into  "Dawn the Last Slayer's" narratives. The most
  detailed information  to date is in the recently received longer work,

  "The Twins -Sukkhal, The God-Killers".

  Buried  deep in this work,  the captive Dana completely investigates the entire tower warehouse
  area in their fall of 2001, encountering both hard evidence of even more duplicity
  and a not-so-surprising  player in the whole charade. Based on this, we have changed the
  order of Dawn's works to show "Curupira &  Angel - Dark Deeds" as later. It probably
  is the work in which Dana's findings and other information are transformed into
  a typical 'Dawn the Last Slayer' third person narrative. The whole process is intriguing
  to see as it comes together. - Editor]

Narrative Works of 'Dawn the Last Slayer'-  #1
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- Previous Narrative Work: None (see Season-5 Psyche 'scripts' for synopsis)
- Next Narrative Work: "Dawn the Last Slayer"-  #2
- Primary Focus: Buffy Summers (Slayer, The)
                             Glory/Glorificus (aka Glory Hall)
- Primary Location: Glory's dimension/world
                                 Glory's minor palace
- Initial Date/Time: pre-dawn 5/22/01 Sunnydale;
                                unknown date/nighttime on Glory's world

[Source:  "Beyond the Portal" is transcribed from
                   copies of  pp. 220-233, 245-250 of DTLS Notebook-B.]
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Buffy was not  surprised to not have an end to herself and her identity when she
dove through the portal.

She'd given Glory more than enough time to reverse the magical morph spell from
"Doc" and do her own diving entry from the next level down.

Glory had said that she needed a minute or two to regain some of her powers.

'So this is what death is my gift really comes back to,' she thought as all feeling of her
body was sloughed off like a shell. 'At least it's over...all the pain...the guilt...and maybe
Dawn is the next Slayer...she's so young...like I was...'

Her falling began to slow as she became aware that she was feeling pressure again
from the air, although it was quite weak. She could wiggle real fingers again and feel
everything except her clothes...
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...The ground came up hard...and Buffy groaned in pain over most of her front and bare
breasts. She rolled over in the sand, or what felt like sand anyway.

The ground seemed to tremble and she felt as if she were two people, then one again.
She looked up as the portal collapsed far above her into a spot of light - then to
nothing - in the dark sky.

Slowly she got to her knees and dizzily looked around in the darkness. Now that the portal
had vanished she could see a couple of what might be crescent moons to one side of
the star-sprinkled sky.

Oh well, she shrugged painfully, this was Glory's world, after all.

"Must've been one hell of a fall," she muttered. Glory had hit her hard during the realistic
mock fight, and they had taken an unplanned fall off the tower mid-level. She shouldn't
be feeling those though. 'I'm really hurting for being in a supposedly new body,' she
told herself, wondering what was wrong.

Buffy thought about calling out for Glory, but asking her for help now would be tough
for her to do. Maybe later, when it was light.

Standing carefully in her bare feet, Buffy began looking for a place to hide from the chill
breeze coming off the water behind her. Finally, she found a niche between two large
boulders that seemed shelter enough. She curled into a fetal ball, sighing from the pain
in every cell of her body.

Somehow she fell asleep.

It seemed later when she drowsily opened her eyes. She'd had another dream about fighting
Glory and knew that she was hopelessly over-matched and would die. Someone also
was kicking her. Kicking her hard in the side. It was no dream.

"Get up, Slayer girl!" Glory commanded.

Buffy moaned at the pain, but managed to jump to her feet somehow as Glory connected with
a stupendous left hook to Buffy's chest between her breasts that sent her flying twenty feet
into the sand and rocks with a thud.

"Did you ever really think you could've  won back there, sweet cheeks?" Glory stalked over.
She was also totally naked except for an incongruous pair of black strappy high-heels.

"What was that vampire doing on the tower? He wasn't part of the  deal. What were you
planning - a double cross that didn't work out?" Her voice was a mixture of venom and
exhilaration. "Besides, your pitiful betrayal attempt cost me all my clothes and stuff except
for these sentimental shoes, you squirming useless human."

Buffy lay still and said softly, "I didn't double-cross you. It was Willow, I think...maybe."

Then she was silent for a long minute.
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"Get up, Slayer girl! "Glory commanded ..."Oh, no," Glory reached down, "No dying. Big plans for you, sweetie."

"Oh, no," Glory reached down, "No dying. Big plans for you, sweetie."

She slung Buffy up over her right shoulder and strode off across the sand and then onto the
water of the lake itself. She walked on the water as if on a sheet of glass. Her high heels made
a soft swishing sound as she trod her way out of sight of the beach.

Buffy opened her eyes and looked past Glory's bare bottom and realized that Glory was actually
walking on water... "Oh my God, " she mumbled, "You're getting even more of your powers back like
you said you would. I always hoped it was bluster and B.S."

"Got that right, Slayer girl. I'm soaking back my power as I shed the crap of your world every
minute," Glory reshifted Buffy a bit. "In a way I suppose you think your deal was the only way
I wouldn't bleed you little sis all the way and leave all the portals open for as long as she
breathed. You should've kept to the original script and I wouldn't be so annoyed now.  I really
wanted those clothes."

Buffy wisely stayed quiet,

"So you lose big-time, honey," Glory laughed as they neared a complex of buildings on the
approaching shore, a bit of which Buffy could see past Glory's fair-skinned back.

"One of my minor palaces and a seat of my ruling power once," Glory carried Buffy through
an energy  barrier of some sort with only a wave of her hand. She marched up a stone walkway,
through another barrier and into a double arched doorway to go inside the palace.

Glory unceremoniously dumped Buffy's naked and beaten form to the lightly dust-covered
marble floor. It was cold.

"Welcome to my little corner of my world, Buffy!" she announced in a loud voice that echoed
back from the walls, where they were not covered with tapestries and huge bas-reliefs in gold.

Buffy hurt all over.

The walk across the lake in such an uncomfortable position hadn't helped. Her chest felt like
something was broken. But her Slayer strength and healing powers were still with her, even
in this new body. She was grateful for that at least. But Glory knew that and would probably
beat her and come back for another session later.

Which she did.

Whatever annoyed her was still festering. Buffy curled into a fetal ball and absorbed the kicks
from Glory. She watched the black shoes and managed to keep her face from being the target,
until Glory grew bored and walked away abruptly.
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She must have passed out for a long while, because she discovered that her naked body was
now covered with a somewhat dusty cloth, perhaps a fringed tablecloth. The fringe was fine
soft metallic fibers, maybe gold itself.

She rubbed them with her fingertips.

Unable to Ignore  the unendurable pain and after effects of beatings that would have killed most
humans or demons hours ago, she winced as the cloth pressed against her sides and the marble
floor at her back. She knew that they were a mass of bruises and welts from Glory's powerful kicks
with the toes of her black pumps.

'If Glory keeps getting stronger she's going to kill me by sheer accident,' Buffy said to herself
half aloud. She forced herself to her feet, shaken and weak. Wrapping the cloth around her
she discovered it was off-white in color as she cautiously began baby steps to look for a place to
hide.
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The marble was cold to her feet. It was made of triangles, she noticed, not squares. And  it was a
curious shade of reddish beige.

Everything was slightly dusty. Buffy could see the footprints of Glory's high heels that went off in the
direction of one of the several gold-flecked smooth column-lined halls that opened at intervals
in the high walls.  There were no doors, even to the outside walkways behind her. If she didn't hurt
so badly, Buffy would have wanted to explore a place that a god could be at home in. Sort of like
how Glory had nosed around in her home that one time she visited before she found out what
Dawn really was.

'Maybe I can find something that will slow Glory down,' she told herself. Though what that might be
was really hard to envision, she thought desperately.

Faintly she could hear Glory doing her usual talking to herself and then breaking something with
a louder crash.

Startled, Buffy happened to look behind her and realized she was leaving her own tracks in the
dust that didn't require any genius to follow. This panicked her a bit, making her remember
that incredible pain of the last beating by Glory, which had degenerated to mostly kicking her
as she lay curled up on the floor.

It wasn't a pleasant memory.

Yet, she remembered most of what had happened at the tower and was beginning to understand
that Glory was furious because of what she blindly perceived as an attempt by Buffy and Spike
to break their deal  made earlier in the evening to let her handle the bleeding as 'Doc'  and exit
into the portal.

Only then would Buffy arrive, solely to join her in the portal.

Instead, Buffy recalled clearly now, Willow had essentially forced Spike to climb the tower,
where he'd delayed 'Doc' unnecessarily. Buffy had tried to rectify this, but her own arrival
looked too much like a betrayal - since Glory was still on the tower as 'Doc'.

The recovery by jumping off the side of the tower to the next lower level was not Glory's original plan.

She'd intended, though Buffy did not know this then, to retrieve a large trunk of her clothing
and accessories cached just under the tower extension. By going off the side and having to
jump from the lower level to avoid what she believed was a last-ditch effort to deny her
going home, all she had was the spare pair of high-heeled shoes she'd taken out of 'Doc's' coat
pockets before she leaped into the portal.

They were the only articles of clothing that survived the extraction of her body from Ben's shell
as she fell and began regaining her powers.

Closing the portal with her renewing powers was not difficult for Glory.

She'd practiced it often in the last hour.

She'd needed at least a minute or so to do that, and was about to decide that Buffy wasn't
going to jump as planned. 'Hell and damnation', she'd muttered looking up at the ball of light,
from near the lake, 'maybe I'll just leave it and all the others open forever'...than she'd espied
Buffy  in her cross-emulating swan dive... the little bitch was either a fool or trying to prove
something.

Either way she was Glory's now.

Wistfully, Buffy sat down and pulled the cloth around her bare and slightly cold body. At least the
pain was now so familiar and general she found she could successfully ignore it if she tried - some,
anyway.

Looking around she saw that the walls all had the tapestries and even some paintings and smaller
sculptures between the gold bas-reliefs. A few scattered tables and richly carved chairs were here
and there near the walls, but there was so much space. Above her the ceilings were intricately
painted in bold colors, blues and golds and whites and greens.

Some of the scenes included quite impressive figures of Glory herself in various poses. A few
looked like her as a child, then a young girl.

Most were of her pretty much as she was now.

Buffy realized that they were a time sequence and she was near the beginning. The images of Glory
as she looked today repeated at regular intervals as far as she could see to the other end of the
ceiling,

God, she thought, how old was Glory, really?

"Modest, too," Buffy said aloud, still looking upward.

"Like it, sweet cheeks?" Glory called out from the columned hall behind her.
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Painfully sore, Buffy turned on the marble to face Glory, who had found some sort of what
could only be described as an Hawaiian shirt in garish reds and yellows. It hung to her
knees and was unbuttoned, Her only other article of clothing was the pair of black high heel
shoes.

"Here," Glory came over. "Put these on. You look like crap. Truck hit you?" she smiled
wolfishly at that memory.

Glory watched cheerfully as Buffy struggled to pull the loose maroon, two piece cheerleader
outfit on. Glory tossed a pair of too large gold panties to her to pull on under the pleated short
skirt. The pleats were gold on the inside, she noted disinterestedly. Gold letters on the maroon
top across her breasts spelled out  'St. Ma...' with the last letters torn off.

"You cost me all my new clothes and accessories...and all my beautiful shoes, " Glory lamented.

"Everything here is left over junk from the last trip I took to your wacky world. The good stuff
must have been moved to another palace on my orders, but I don't remember. So much was
going on after I returned. Besides," she mused, "that was when your world's clothes weren't as
interesting as now. Must've been before your sixties. I'd gone there, but I couldn't stay long...
too much going on here with all the plotting and later warring against me by my 'brother' and
'sister'."

Hoping to keep Glory talking and not think of beating her, Buffy asked about her war.

Glory thought for minute and rubbed her face absently with black-nailed fingers. "I made a complete
miscalculation in not using magic to counter magic. Even gods can be surprised by unfamiliar magic
from another god. That was my downfall."

"I've always preferred direct physical action, often at the expense of developing my magic skills.
I did fool your pals and the witch bitch with magic mojo as to who you were fighting at  the end. I
guess you and I deserve some sort of award for our brava performance,"  she looked distant, as
if remembering something else.

Glory seemed reluctant to talk more, so Buffy make a groaning effort and stood up from the floor
where she'd put on the antique cheerleader outfit. She felt better not being naked. If only Glory
would button that oversized Hawaiian shot she wore like a smock.

Buffy had to admit that she had one hell of a body now, no pun intended.

"What did the writing on my top say before it was partly torn off?" Buffy asked curiously.

Glory looked at Buffy's chest for the first time, "St. Ma... something...it's not important. One of
my followers must have brought it back and discarded it like I said. It is pretty ugly, " she laughed
lightly, then she pulled at the Hawaiian shirt she wore and laughed again.

"The height of fashion we ain't..."

"Wanna come with me and see if we can find you some shoes?" she offered helpfully.

Buffy wondered why Glory seemed to have gradually lost interest in pummeling her. She padded
passively behind Glory in her hideous shirt, listening to the clicking of her black shoes on the
marble.

The hall was equally opulent, but dusty.

"I had a powerful warding spell on this place, one of the few I'd bothered to perfect back then.
It was during my war with my 'brother' and 'sister'," Glory explained sadly. "But apparently
dust leaked in during the decades I was 'away' on my 'vacation' in Ben's body. "

She stopped and seemed to be feeling the gold drapes hung on the wall like a tapestry,
but which, Buffy now saw, concealed a door into a side room.

"As I suspected... Here, Buffy here's some more leftover stuff form the same time period ...
but at least they're shoes, if real antiques..." Glory put a hand on Buffy's arm to help her hobble
into the room.
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Buffy could see little but a mirror looking back at her opposite the draped door that Glory still stood
in. "Need some light, hon?"  Glory asked affably. Buffy could see in the mirror that Glory did some
sort of gesture with her right hand and wrist that  popped on a bright glow in the ceiling and
parts of the upper walls.

"In a few days, all the remnants of the time in Ben's body will be gone and I'll be 100% pure hell god
again," Glory said conversationally. "I already have all my old godly powers back, but I need to
practice the god magic that I was formulating all the time I was trapped. Revenge," She emphasized.

"It does seem to be easier now, though," she seemed puzzled a bit as she watched Buffy sit down
clumsily and heavily on the floor with a suppressed groan.

Buffy was opening the ancient shoeboxes stacked waist high in piles around the small room. She wanted
something soft for her aching feet.

Sitting was easier on her than standing right now.
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She finally found some low quarter white canvas shoes that fit okay. Probably the thing to wear on
the tennis courts in those bygone days, she thought as laced and tied them tight They were a bit stiff,
but it was an improvement over bare feet.

Glory stood patiently, holding the gold drapes open in the doorway as Buffy laced the shoes from
scratch and tied the rather long laces. Then Buffy stood and looked at her. "Why?" Buffy
asked the shortish redhead, "are you suddenly not hitting me,  but trying to be my friend. It's creepy,"
she declared, with no emotion in her voice.

It had taken a real effort just to stand again.

"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy," Glory chuckled. "I never killed you because you annoyed me so much that
I sort of felt lonely without you around to pick on..."

"... Are you going to beat me again?" Buffy asked cautiously as she painfully walked beside Glory
further into the endless maze of this 'minor' palace. Glory didn't answer. She was still staring intently
at Buffy. Then she asked her own question instead as she started walking a little faster, "Are you
getting tired,  Buffy?"

Glory paused as Buffy fell behind her, still hobbling badly.

Buffy nodded 'yes' as she held both hands to her painful chest where Glory had hit her at the
beginning, breaking something she now knew. Even her Slayer powers were failing her. Maybe
because of Glory's enhanced godly magic levels after the portal entry being far more deadly
than even Glory realized, she guessed in a cobweb of racing thoughts.

Buffy coughed up a dribble of blood that fell onto her right hand. It was bright red against her pale
skin.

Glory actually looked alarmed.

"Now Buffy," she stepped closer, " I'm gonna give you a little pick-me-up and if you behave yourself
I won't beat you again. I'm still planning on honoring our agreement and making you immortal
tomorrow when I can spare the energy, after I figure out the best way to do it without killing you
in the process..."
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Buffy could feel more blood in her throat.

"Just do it or I'll die here and now, " she said weakly.

Catching Buffy with her powerful hands, Glory gripped her shoulders in an iron grip and just as
suddenly kissed Buffy full on her now quite bloody mouth.

Being so weak, and startled by the unexpected action, Buffy could not resist as Glory breathed
into her mouth three times rapidly, swelling her aching chest into a roiling mass of pain...

...that vanished in a delicious mist that began to suffuse her tortured body from her throat
to her toes. The kiss and breathing lasted ten seconds before Glory backed away, using her
shirt to wipe the blood from Buffy's mouth, then from her own lips and cheeks where it had
smeared.

"That," Glory said in a low voice as she watched Buffy healing before her eyes, " is the way
gods give of themselves, Buffy. I've never done it before, though I had heard it could be done."

She kept talking, " You do have really soft lips, though bloody," she laughed gently. "Just be
still and let the godly magic flow through your body."

"Immortality," she continued, " is like a never-ending supply of that," she dreamily traced a circle
in the air in front of Buffy's face. "Being a god is being able to bestow immortality and lots more."

"Come on, sleepy," she took the dazed, but now floating on a cloud,  Buffy by the hand.

"Lets go find out how my spells worked in the kitchens and with the food. 'Gods require lots of
food to keep their magic reservoirs filled up for action. And my reservoirs are growing
at a rate that has me famished, especially after this temporary healing," she pulled the
compliant Buffy along, feeling strangely elated at her actions.

Buffy knew she had to be floating, She couldn't be walking, because the pain was all gone.

She felt strong and fit and the cobwebs were gone from her mind. She began to reluctantly
consider the possibility that Glory wasn't all bad, just mostly bad. Anyone who could give so
freely such a gift had to have a tiny bit of good in her someplace.

What, she wondered again, was Glory up to?

A bit later, while Glory casually de-spelled some of the more promising of the food containers,
she rambled on endlessly, as if a floodgate had been opened. "It's a lot easier to put food
protecting spells, sort of a time warp or slowing down, on food in a container. I'll be the first
to try that jar of steaks and the jar of ham."

She banged things around like someone unfamiliar with a kitchen.
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Buffy was amazed at Glory's casual use and free explanation of her actually useful godly
powers since they'd come back. How long would a Slayer such as she have lasted if Glory
had even a tiny bit of her apparently vast powers back while in Sunnydale?

Ten seconds, she guessed, max.

Soon Glory had filled the table with various foods, almost as if she were preparing to feed
a small army. She used a series of blue bowls and plates she'd found in one of the cabinets.

Buffy watched with intense interest as Glory heated the de-spelled foods with a simple flip
of her right wrist while speaking a barely audible word. "Trigger word," she explained. I was
so stupid to not learn to project my powers magically and precisely on a combination of
physical, mental or verbal trigger works and gestures."

"All I learned were these simple kitchen magics, while I was wasting my time fighting
'mano a mano', or is it 'chica a chica', or 'fille a fille'?"

As they ate, and Glory turned into a food-devouring gourmand before Buffy's eyes, even as
she somehow kept talking between bites.

She ate delicately with the gold utensils, but she seemed determined to eat everything on
the table, except what Buffy had on her plate.  Holding her fork up, she looked at Buffy,
"God appetite, remember. Gets converted to magic in my godly reservoir."

"Gods... uh... don't have to ...you know...ever."

Buffy imagined that -  unsuccessfully.

"Being a god, "Glory said between well-mannered bites, " is a lonely business, Buffy.
Everyone wants something for free. I can't remember the last time I had a friend, except
perhaps with old Benji for 25 years and that was a pretty rocky relationship once I found
that the Key actually existed."

"Now that's a story that I hope someone puts down on paper. Me watching him grow up
and me eventually finding a temporary way to morph out when he was about 16 or so.
First while he was asleep, then later when awake. He thought I was an absorbed twin until
I showed him my superpowers."

"That now seems like a dream, a nightmare really."

"Still," Glory said, " I need to go back and keep my promise to resurrect him in an immortal
body. I shed his body when I jumped into the portal ahead of you. Just like you did, or Dawn
would have had I taken her with me, as I intended, even if I had bled her to death."

"Being the Key, she would have gotten a spanking new body, any model she wanted, courtesy
of me, and I would have resurrected her into it."

But," she admitted almost coyly, "I wanted you here a lot more than more than Dawn."

Stunned, Buffy almost dropped her golden fork. "You mean I was fighting for nothing? All you
had to do was tell me."

"Would you have believed me?" Glory asked quietly.

Lowering her eyes, Buffy shook her head slowly "no"." I just wanted to kill you, or die trying."

"Yeah," Glory looked serious, "It must be hard for you, a mortal. Me, I have my god body.
Getting out of Ben was like being reborn a real girl...he was so male..." she shuddered.

"Know what you mean, "Buffy said forlornly, recalling all her ups, downs and heartbreaks
with her short list of guys. "They always walk away - or I kill them," she said sadly.

"What about my body - on the other side?" Buffy had remembered Ben again.
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"Rotting away, like Ben's," Glory said cheerfully as she kept eating.

"But I put a spell on his body at the last second to hold his soul there so I won't have to go
looking for it when we get back. Serves him right to have to wait near his grave hoping
I'll return as I promised. Just a little taste of my despair and loneliness while I was
imprisoned in his crowded body. "

"So we will some day go back?" Buffy hoped it wasn't soon, She couldn't face Dawn after all
her lying to her. And leaving all the post-portal cleanup to her. Giles would probably fight her
assuming the Slayer title. She wondered if Dawn was strong enough to take it anyway. She
had been ready to leap into the portal on her own.

That was real enough Slayer courage.

And she had both Summers' Slayer blood and whatever else the Key offered.

"Buffy, I have to make you immortal tomorrow. It's the best way to keep my promise to free
you of the world you wanted to leave behind. It also locks the soul in the body for future
resurrection by a god, namely me. Sort of a permanent version of the spell I put on Ben's
body."

"Remember," Glory said, "immortals' bodies can die in sufficiently violent events that
prevent rapid body repair - like a catastrophic plane crash or an explosion. But a god can
put it all back together again. Like a little puzzle."
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Later, as they walked from the kitchen areas, Glory asked Buffy, "So what do you think is
happening back in cartoon-land with your friends? Think you little sis is up to wresting the
Slayer title for herself?  She showed a lot of feisty to me that last night."

"Betcha the gang will come begging for her when they see all the nasties that came through
the portals that were all opened at the same time. They still don't understand that the Key
is far more that simply a key."

They slept that night in a room with some benches that Glory found, using  drapes
she pulled down as bedding and blankets.

"There probably is some magic I could use instead," she admitted, "but I never took the time
to learn household stuff beyond the kitchen magic. Didn't seem important for a two-fisted
god like me at the time."

She added, "It'd be nice to have some canned spells that could conjure us up some real
clothes, but I have that big hole in my magic bag, y'a know?"

The next morning Buffy got up and Glory was gone.

Inexplicably panicked for a moment, she looked for her, then found some breakfast under
a cloth in a tray on a table near the outside hall doorway to the lake. Glory had written
"Buffy" on the cloth with some sort of magic that glowed red.

The "Buffy" was inside a hand-drawn heart.

Buffy decided it was another peace offering.

Taking the tray outside, she discovered Glory diligently practicing projective magic in the grass in
front of some of the newly stasis-spell freed trees. After eating, she took the cloth she once
used as a covering and rigged a decent hammock with some drapery cords between two
small trees.

The morning light was from across the blue lake, but the hammock was in the shade.

Buffy watched Glory vaporizing kitchenware with bolts of fiery light, triggered by one word only.
She tossed the pieces hundreds of feet out over the lake at a dazzling speed that made them
difficult to even see, somewhat as if she were skeet shooting.

It was an amazing thing to watch. Buffy could see she was showing off to her audience of one.
Doing two or three pieces at once now.

Buffy began to feel very sleepy and drowsy as a sliver of nausea swept into her consciousness.

As she fought it, she suddenly felt sharp pain in her chest. It was coming back, as Glory had
implied, unless she took the immortality plunge. Buffy cried out as the pain grew.

She felt a copper taste again in her mouth.
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Glory had heard her cry. She was there beside Buffy in a blurry flash. 'Buffy, honey," she said,
" I told you I was ready to do it today."

"Yeah," Buffy responded painfully. "I'm just wondering how it'll change me."

"Like I told Ben once, your worries'll just melt away like ice cream. Death and time passing
become myths to an immortal. Think about it - or I can just give you a pick-me-up again to
ease the pain," Glory offered, holding her hand to Buffy's hot forehead a she lay in the
hammock.

Her mere presence and concerned touch seemed to help Buffy recover from the nausea
and the pain grew bearable again.

Buffy was still unsure. She tried to think of other things. "When're you are going to tackle your
god-siblings?  Won't they find us soon? Will they be dangerous?"

"Don't have to worry, "Glory said, obviously disappointed.

"When the portal opened, they all hot-footed it for parts unknown, taking what was left of the
entire population with them. I find that very annoying. They're probably spread across every
possible dimension they could get to with all the portals open. It'd take me forever to track
them down."

Buffy tried to raise her head, "You mean we're the only two left on this entire world?"

"We have a winner," Glory answered. "Me and you, babe. Now, I want you to say yes to
immortality soon. Pretty please."

"Why?" Buffy asked, "Other than the pain going away forever?"

"You still may not believe this but you're the closest thing I've ever had for a friend. And we've
been trying to kill one another for the better part of a year now. But quite unsuccessfully."

"Ever wonder why not? You can't get more involved than that."

"Are you serious?" Buffy was able to sit up this time, groaning at the resulting agonizing pain in her
chest and sides. "You want me to be your friend, after all we've been through, and what you've done
to me and those around me?"

"In spite of all we've been through, Buffy," Glory sounded contrite.

"I spent 25 human years scared and terrified in Ben's body without most of my powers."
She went on, "and what did I come home to - nothing? Maybe I should have worked with
you and Ben to come to an end point without all the slaughter...maybe I should have done
this...done that...done nothing...but I didn't know how..."
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Glory seemed to be at a loss for words for the first time in Buffy's memory.

What was happening to her? Her face grew paler and a sorrowful look that scared Buffy flitted
across her features.

What was so familiar about that look, she wondered?

Glory suddenly crumpled to the ground as if she'd lost the ability to stand, sobbing almost soundlessly
and agonizingly, as if she did not know how to really cry. Her hands were pressed hard to her temples.

Through her pain, Buffy saw something she'd never expected to witness. 'Are those tears?' she
asked herself, astonished at what appeared to be a girl, not a woman,  crying for loneliness and
forgiveness for what she had done.

Astonished at her own reactions also.

It hit her like bolt from the blue - Glory was like Dawn!  She was just a girl god pretending to be
a woman god!

Buffy couldn't believe she'd missed all the signals.

The rash, bizarre reactions and impulses, the infatuation with material things, the language,
the lack of a coherent plan, choosing the direct path of destruction instead of the best path
to her goal..."

Glory was ancient in human years, but still only an immature girl in god-maturity.

"You're just a girl aren't you, Glory?" Buffy said consolingly, as she got up painfully from
the hammock and knelt beside the girl-god.

"The reason you weren't really going to kill Dawn in the end, whether I made the deal or not,
like you said earlier, was because Dawn was too much like you. Lost and out of place.
But she had me and that was too much for you."

"You wanted someone to love you unconditionally, too. But you had no idea how to achieve it,
except more of the same brute force tactics."

Glory looked up at her wide-eyed and teary. "Y-Yes, Buffy. But I did a pretty good job of fooling
everyone, didn't I?"  She'd lost her arrogant bluster and sounded so much like Dawn.

Buffy pulled her close,  "Yes, you did real good in just that one area. And," Buffy whispered into
her red hair, "Immortality. The answer is 'Yes'". You'll never be alone again, I promise."

"Never?" Glory asked back.

"Never, " Buffy pressed her lips to Glory's for the immortality bestowal as she knelt over her.
The kiss became increasingly intimate as the energies flowed like a wave from Glory...
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Editor: This continues much more explicitly for another 4 pages in "Dawn the Last Slayer's"
handwritten narrative. She has stated that this is what the always outspoken Glory told her happened. We are
unwilling to use certain portions this last section because of our stated goal on the primary site pages to
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... It was dawn before they fell asleep, now in the hammock. Buffy and Glory, both immortal.

One a godling become a god, the other a Slayer become immortal. Both were improbably violent and
casual deadly killers, but for now Buffy's blond hair spilled across Glory's face and red curls trailed
across Buffy's cheeks as they lay arm in arm, cheek to cheek.

They looked like a pair of angels caught in a moment of intimate repose.

"So", Glory whispered in the nearest Buffy ear. "Liking immortality so far, Buffy?"
"Like, like very much," she responded, pinching one of ...
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"Never did I realize what a difference it is ... "I was told that 'Death is My Gift', but I didn't
know that would lead to this." Buffy mused aloud,

Glory traced her now familiar circle in the air above them. Maybe you understand that it has
more levels of interpretation than you thought on the tower, Buffy", she suggested.

"And that would be?" Buffy also began duplicating Glory's circle above her, but in the opposite
direction as Glory.

"Why, silly," Glory laughed, "C'est la petite morte." She turned and whispered the translation
to Buffy. They both laughed and kept drawing circles above then against the now bluing
sky. Then...
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"I'm a god, honey", and I just...
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"...immortality is like intoxication, knowing the distractions of mortals do not matter to you anymore."

Glory kissed her in return and they lay back on the hammock, hands clasped behind their heads.
"I think," she said dreamily, that we're making a bond that has never existed been. A goddess and
a Slayer, now immortal.

"Yes", Buffy agreed. They both looked up at the last bright stars through the trees holding the hammock.
"Buffy", Glory asked, "If I said that I loved you, what would you say?"

"That I love you," she responded.
"Let's say it together, forever."
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And they did.
And so it begins.

                ...But read on, 'Dawn The Last Slayer' will tell you what else really happened
                        when all reality changed as the portal opened with her very blood....
                                       ...Always remember, she was there...
                                         ...in the 'Buffy-is-real' dimension...
                                               ...slaying and writing...
                                                       ... living...
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