Tabula Rasa 2.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the vampire slayer, I just own this story.
Prologue.
In the summer's residents. Buffy Ann Summers sat on the edge of her bed rocking back and forth as the scary images of the night before came rushing back to mind.
It was morning now but everyone was still in bed. Willow had been in her bedroom all day so far, hugging what was left of Tara's things. Buffy felt sorry for her red-headed friend. She knew she didn't mean to do anything but in a way Buffy sort of blamed Willow for what had happened to Spike.
Buffy and Spike had a complicated relationship, they fort like cat and dog. But when it came down to it, maybe Buffy did have feelings for him.
She quickly dismissed the idea. It was insane. But why was Buffy crying then? Why had she cried when she saw the demon brutally ripped out his heart and saw it turn to dust? Why did she blame her best friend?
Had it been because Spike had been the only one to understand the pain she was going through.
Buffy quickly wiped the tears from her eyes when she heard a knock at her door.
"Come in." Buffy said.
Xander and Dawn came in with a mug of tea for Buffy.
"We brought tea." Dawn said handing her big sis the mug.
It was hot so Buffy put it on her bed side table.
"So, you gonna tell us what happened to Spike?" Xander asked, hoping not to push it and upset Buffy any more than she already looked.
"He.. He died. Okay. Turned to dust." Buffy explained trying not to sound upset.
"So he's gone?" Dawn asked.
"yeah he's gone." Buffy sounded distant which upset her sister and her oldest friend.
"any word from Anya and Giles?" Buffy was now changing the subject. She didn't want to burst into a crying fit again.
Xander had worry in his eyes and both Buffy and Dawn could see it."
"No. I just don't know where they could be….."