[Ange would be right. The Watcher's council of old were idiots playing with fire and congratulating themselves when they got burnt.]

Kendra didn't come back. [It's selfish that she's so honestly glad of that. She already felt like they all looked at her as if she was filling shoes that weren't hers, she can't imagine all the ways she'd be shunted off to the side if she couldn't even be used as the back-up.] So it was just me and B, sharing a spot that we were always supposed to have to ourselves.

'Course, she did have it to herself for a year. We had the same powers, but the world still revolved around her. Friends, Watchers, family, weirdo vampire boyfriends. I got a shitty motel room that vampires didn't need permission to break into. [She shrugs, like she's not still extremely bitter about the difference in their treatment. That when she made a mistake and lodged a stake in that guy's heart, nobody even gave it a moment's thought that Buffy could have screwed up like that. Because Buffy is good. Because Buffy's the fucking hero.]

Anyway, technically I was uhhh... god, I don't know, about ten thousandth down the line? Most Slayers don't live long after being called, so there's a high turnover rate. Besides, I'm not rich, but isn't that how inheriting anything works?