And time froze to a complete standstill.

Faith had known even before the fight had begun how it would end. In the end Buffy was ~the~ slayer. Stronger. Faster. Smarter. Buffy had Faith pinned to the ground; a knife aimed at her heart. The older slayer’s eyes mirrored her sister slayers. Faith saw the rage, the hurt, and even the lust. Yes, Buffy wanted the younger slayer, even though she’d never admit it. She was much too prim and proper. Yet Faith saw it there, hidden deep in the hazel depths. And Faith wanted the blond. She even made it all too obvious. Flirted her ass off, made sure it was known that she had no preference. But it was all over now. Faith had known that it would come down to this. She was no defender of goodness, no Good Samaritan. No, she had to make life as fun and exciting as possible. B just couldn’t accept that. It was sad really. B had so much love that she gave freely to others, but it was never directed to her. Yet Faith knew how to get to her. How to get in the last word. She’d get B good. It was so perfect.

Time started again. Buffy brought the knife down in one fluid movement. It slid into Faiths heart like a warm knife through butter. Buffy stood up. Backing away from Faith, looking at her bloodied had like she’d never seen it before.

Faith forced herself into a semi-standing position. Blood soaked her tight t-shirt, and was starting to trickle out her nose. Faith’s world started spinning. She caught Buffy’s eye. Then, as the world started to go black, she said, "I love you B"

It was whispered so quietly that if it hadn’t been for Buffy’s slayer hearing, she would have never heard it. Just as blackness filled the dark slayer's world, her words were rewarded with a look of shock, sadness, and pure pain from the chosen one.