Title: Ghost Symphony
TV Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Beloved Slayer
Rating: T
Summary: Buffy discovers that Angel is a figment of her imagination.
Author's Note: This is just a quick one shot. The idea was compiled in my head recently. It's alternate universe, with some canon. Please let me know if you would like me to make this story more lengthy. If so, I'll resume working on it as soon as my internet is fixed again. Enjoy guys!
Chapter One
"Everything that we did?"
"It never happened," came the voice that I was all too familiar with. Angel's.
"It did! It did! I know it did. I felt your heart beat," I hear the voice running through my head. It was my own. Impossible as I never remembered saying those words when I returned from the City of Angels that year.
I was dreaming, I was sure of it. I felt my eyes close, the piles of heavy comforters and sheets blanketing over me, the curtains fluttering in the cool breeze that was entering my room as if it claimed it as its own. Then suddenly as the strange memory came, it vanished without a trace, leaving no remains behind whatsoever.
For five minutes, I struggled to reclaim it, but somehow, it blanketed out of my mind. The words that I had apparently said to him were now gone. Forever. And something, or someone, had viciously taken it from me. The images of my Angel, I couldn't conjure any longer.
I squinted my eyes more forcefully, my lashes mere crescents as I tried to remember his scent, his lips, his kisses, his embraces, the way he would fight alongside myself in the constant battle against the forces of evil.
Nothing. Then the moment I feared arrived. I didn't remember who he was, or whether or not he existed. The question I suddenly hated was now brought up in my thoughts. Who was Angel? Did he exist? Why did I dreamed of him, especially at a moment when I didn't remember of it ever happening?
The questions themselves had also quickly disappeared from my mind, and all that was left was a blank of nothingness and uncertainty. Opening my eyes and tossing the covers vehemently aside, I slipped on a pair of flat heels, reaching for my black and red adorned robe. I sauntered through the open window carefully, landing on my feet, the grass moist and dew like.
Everything that I used to know about this man had inexplicably disappeared, but somehow, I remembered the place he used to take up residence. The mansion. Arms pumping at my sides, I made my arrival towards the front entrance, the residence obviously empty of occupants.
No one was there. The mansion was quiet and utterly lonely. I trotted through the gardens, entering the home through the double wooden doors that led to the fireplace, my eyes taking in the surroundings. It was dark, but my eyes were immediately adjusting to it.
I sensed nothing familiar about him here. No familiar tingle that I would get whenever he was home, or the bed that he had seemingly occupied once a long time ago. Even that had been wiped from my memory. My brows furrowed in confusion. Was it all just in my mind? Did he not exist?
I fell to my knees, tears spilling as I mourned the loss of a man that may possibly not have existed after all. And strangely, the half part of me felt empty and hollow, like an incomplete puzzle. But logically, I decided that it was just a figment of my imagination. But I stubbornly remained there, mourning until the early hours of dawn.
Somewhere in the universe above, an ancient being scoffed and laughed at the Slayer's turmoil. "Didn't I tell you that the spell would work? It did, didn't it?" One masked being with a crown of thorns adorning his head spoke.
"Very much so. I'm very impressed with your work. Well done. And now with her lover out of the way, we can begin what was started all those eons ago."
The universe was filled with their cruel laughter, and the Slayer continued to mourn and weep until the next day.