The Angel of Death
Spike
Something was happening . I couldn't tell. I could only feel the evil in the air. Then all of a sudden
I could feel her. It took over all the pain inside. I was infused with a sense of urgency and strength. I sat up,
willing my body to move. Way up above on the platform I had fallen from I could see Buffy. A tiny speck.
Those feelings that we shared I knew what she was going to do. I stood up and stumbled forward
and slid back to the ground. Tears welled up in my eyes. The stupid bitch. Her blood. They shared it. She
was going to sacrifice herself for her sister's destiny. I hated her sister more than anything at that moment.
The bright portal swallowed her. She disappeared, a soaring eagle plummeting from the sky. She
reappeared again underneath and fell straight to the ground, tumbling and landing on some wood crates. I
turned away and felt a large lump in my throat. I tried to quell all the fear that rose in my dead heart.
She couldn't be dead. My Buffy couldn't be dead. I didn't get to tell her I loved her again. I hadn't
been able to put my life in front of hers. She couldn't be gone. My only reason for staying undead. Willow
looked at me sadly her tears running down her face like small streams of melting glass. All the screams of
newly arrived hell beasts faded. Not that I really had noticed. I didn't see any blood when I looked. Where
was the blood that closed it? Had it taken all her precious life giving blood?
We had won at the greatest cost. The greatest sacrifice. I wanted to tear them all limb from limb.
Blame them. Blame someone other than that damn goddess bitch who lay dead trapped in the body of a
young man. Why had I promised to protect the little bit? If I hadn't I could just leave. But Buffy was dead
and I wasn't about to forget the one thing I could still give my love.
Dawn
I was afraid. But I was calm. Standing there so high above Sunnydale. It was my destiny. I was
made for this. But Buffy wouldn't let me. She talked about our blood. That I was made out of her. She said
her gift was death. That she would close the portal, not me. I froze. I couldn't stop her. Part of me was
relieved but the rest of me was afraid and angry and sad. I felt the blood dripping onto my feet. Our blood.
It seemed to jar me from my trance but she was already running, and jumping. She soar into the bright
cloud. All around me lightening and thunder shook as all kinds of deadly creatures filtered into our world.
But then it all got quiet. The cloud was rolling in on itself. It was getting smaller. I breathed. I had
been holding my breath. I felt dizzy. I grabbed for the steel railing. I saw them all down below. I wanted to
jump. I couldn't face them. I stood there staring out over Sunnydale. I didn't feel anything yet. I was just
very cold.
Buffy
It came to me, up there on the platform as I stared down the mouth of hell like I had stare down
Acathla 3 years before. Like Spike said, it was blood. Spike, he had tried so hard. Harder than anyone but
me it seemed. It all became clear. Blood. We were made from the same blood. A life for a life. I looked at
Dawn, my sister, my fake memories of her binding us. They didn't understand that. They didn't understand
we were part of each other. I couldn't lose her. I told her I loved her. And ran. I ran with the fate of the
world in me. It was my last gift. The gift of death.
I jumped. I flew. I flew past the stars, past heaven, past the universe to somewhere beyond, I was
struck by lightening. It burned inside me, it sizzled and cracked but it didn't hurt. It crowded my eyesight
until I could only see white. Then the world fell away. I dissipated. I was gone.
Spike
Something was happening . I couldn't tell. I could only feel the evil in the air. Then all of a sudden
I could feel her. It took over all the pain inside. I was infused with a sense of urgency and strength. I sat up,
willing my body to move. Way up above on the platform I had fallen from I could see Buffy. A tiny speck.
Those feelings that we shared I knew what she was going to do. I stood up and stumbled forward
and slid back to the ground. Tears welled up in my eyes. The stupid bitch. Her blood. They shared it. She
was going to sacrifice herself for her sister's destiny. I hated her sister more than anything at that moment.
The bright portal swallowed her. She disappeared, a soaring eagle plummeting from the sky. She
reappeared again underneath and fell straight to the ground, tumbling and landing on some wood crates. I
turned away and felt a large lump in my throat. I tried to quell all the fear that rose in my dead heart.
She couldn't be dead. My Buffy couldn't be dead. I didn't get to tell her I loved her again. I hadn't
been able to put my life in front of hers. She couldn't be gone. My only reason for staying undead. Willow
looked at me sadly her tears running down her face like small streams of melting glass. All the screams of
newly arrived hell beasts faded. Not that I really had noticed. I didn't see any blood when I looked. Where
was the blood that closed it? Had it taken all her precious life giving blood?
We had won at the greatest cost. The greatest sacrifice. I wanted to tear them all limb from limb.
Blame them. Blame someone other than that damn goddess bitch who lay dead trapped in the body of a
young man. Why had I promised to protect the little bit? If I hadn't I could just leave. But Buffy was dead
and I wasn't about to forget the one thing I could still give my love.
Dawn
I was afraid. But I was calm. Standing there so high above Sunnydale. It was my destiny. I was
made for this. But Buffy wouldn't let me. She talked about our blood. That I was made out of her. She said
her gift was death. That she would close the portal, not me. I froze. I couldn't stop her. Part of me was
relieved but the rest of me was afraid and angry and sad. I felt the blood dripping onto my feet. Our blood.
It seemed to jar me from my trance but she was already running, and jumping. She soar into the bright
cloud. All around me lightening and thunder shook as all kinds of deadly creatures filtered into our world.
But then it all got quiet. The cloud was rolling in on itself. It was getting smaller. I breathed. I had
been holding my breath. I felt dizzy. I grabbed for the steel railing. I saw them all down below. I wanted to
jump. I couldn't face them. I stood there staring out over Sunnydale. I didn't feel anything yet. I was just
very cold.
Buffy
It came to me, up there on the platform as I stared down the mouth of hell like I had stare down
Acathla 3 years before. Like Spike said, it was blood. Spike, he had tried so hard. Harder than anyone but
me it seemed. It all became clear. Blood. We were made from the same blood. A life for a life. I looked at
Dawn, my sister, my fake memories of her binding us. They didn't understand that. They didn't understand
we were part of each other. I couldn't lose her. I told her I loved her. And ran. I ran with the fate of the
world in me. It was my last gift. The gift of death.
I jumped. I flew. I flew past the stars, past heaven, past the universe to somewhere beyond, I was
struck by lightening. It burned inside me, it sizzled and cracked but it didn't hurt. It crowded my eyesight
until I could only see white. Then the world fell away. I dissipated. I was gone.
