Takes place during Season 5 of Buffy's Forever. The replacement Oracles are speaking. (Since the first ones were killed)
A tall raven-haired woman stood by an even taller blonde man. Both had green shiny skin, but were still somewhat beautiful. They weren't demons, but not quite human. They were the Oracles.
The woman, ignoring the man, looked into her crystal, the same serious look never leaving her face.
The picture in it swam into view. A beautiful young girl sat with a man. She knew the man, a vampire but the name of Angel. The memories of the previous Oracle had been passed onto her and she knew of all his visits, how he had asked for many things, but never for his own gains.
The two beings were leaning against a tall oak in a graveyard. She had tears in her eyes, almost spilling over. When she spoke it was obvious who she was, the Slayer, and her vampire lover.
She knew also of their predicament. Angel could never be perfectly happy. Neither could the Slayer, her life was to hard.
But at this one moment they were at peace with each other. It had been over a year since they had spoken but their love hadn't lessoned at all. It never would. With every breath they took they would yearn for each other. It would never stop.
Even when they were parted they would be in love. And it would hurt. It would rip out their hearts and stomp on them. But they wouldn't be able to stop.
She almost found her own heart to be breaking, just as she watched. This moment was supposed to stay as it was. The Oracle wanted to keep it. Not for herself, these two deserved it. They had wanted it with all their souls, and they would have it.
Her arm waved once and they stopped right where they were, which was in a gentle kiss. No more words escaped. They were staring into each other's eyes, and always would.
This moment was perfect...and forever.
