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It was if time had froze when the blade bit into her stomach. She wasn't aware of it at first, until a familiar pain shot through her system. Just like when the ubervamp from the First's battle had stabbed her, it wasn't any less of a shock. Her face was a mirror of her emotions. Pain, fear, shock, confusion. She stumbled, and half expected Glory to just cut up from there, finishing her off. But it never came.
She was only mildy aware of what Glory was saying as she looked down at her stomach, a sword still sticking out of it. The God was screaming at something. Somewhere, something had happened, the Glory had gone batshit. Half aware of what she was doing, almost a robot movement, she reached for the sword sticking in her, and then pulled it out, a gasp of pain slipping past her lips.
Her balance wavered again, and as she dropped the sword, she looked up to Glory. Only it wasn't Glory. It was Ben.
You're hurt.
Ben. Ben who had worked his way into her trust the first time, only to betray her and hand over Dawn. Ben, who remembered it all and arrived in this city, only to do it again. Ben, who had fully intended on handing over Dawn, and letting her die, just so he wouldn't have to. More monster than human. Willing to become a monster to live.
Ben, who's played her like a food, twice. Pure rage filled Buffy's mind, her vision almost flared red. Pulse speeding up, Buffy could feel the pure hate she had for this...him.
She didn't respond. Glory had given over to Ben thinking that Buffy wouldn't kill him. The Slayer wasn't the same person from all those years ago. She'd learned from the First that sacrifices had to be made. It was war, people had to die. Ben was going to die, because if he didn't, the world would end. And she had to protect the world.
Not even giving him a moment to say anything else, Buffy lunged forward, eyes cold. Lucifer's sword flew up, and she brought it down over Ben, hitting the shoulder and sliding inward and down toward his middle.
When he was dead, she collapsed, falling backward onto the ground, dropping the sword. Her hand came to her stomach where she had been stabbed, and then came away with blood. So much blood. Her head fell back, eyes closing as she attempted to stead her breathing.