Dark thoughts
A/N: This is super short, but it is pretty good, so read on!
Darkness fell over Sunnydale in what seemed like minutes. Buffy just realized this when she awoke and stared out the window from her bedroom. She felt a sting of fear race trough her, that she didn't feel often. Giles was in England, Willow never left her room, and Dawnie wouldn't fully understand. They was also a sense of emptiness, one she had been feeling since Spike left. She knew she didn't love him, and yet the thought of not seeing him mysteriously every night just deepened the void inside.
It was extremely dark out for being in Sunnydale, usually it was never this dark. She knew she should have never went wandering in the cemetery after dark anyway. Willow wasn't the kind of girl to do that kinda stuff. She was hoping to meet up with Buffy, but she was no where to be found. She heard footsteps behind her, and a familiar voice calling her name.
He slept on the bed next to the woman, he had left at the alter, and just now started trusting him again. Now they have their own apartment, and decided to patch things up. Xander knew in his mind, things would never be the same between them. He thought Anya felt the same way, but did she really? He put his arm around the body that was angled away. He didn't know if she was asleep or awake.
She wanted so desperately to throw his arm from around her waist and tell him that things would be okay and that he didn't have to worry anymore! She didn't fully understand how the demon could have possibly hurt him so much, if he really loved her. But in all actuality Xander wasn't the one on Anya's mind.It was Spike.
He lay drunk in the middle of a deserted road, in God-knows-where. He looks at himself quickly and wonders, This is all the Bloody, Slayer's fault. If she was never born I would have never loved her! Guessing he didn't know how incredibly stupid he looked talking to the whiskey bottle he now thought of as family. He wasn't exactly in reality, when a demon walked up and asked, "Spike? I am here to answer a favor." Spike wanted to say 'Sod off you dumb bloke,' but refrained and looked up half-conscious.
TBC (That is if you want to know what happens to everyone!)
A/N: This is super short, but it is pretty good, so read on!
Darkness fell over Sunnydale in what seemed like minutes. Buffy just realized this when she awoke and stared out the window from her bedroom. She felt a sting of fear race trough her, that she didn't feel often. Giles was in England, Willow never left her room, and Dawnie wouldn't fully understand. They was also a sense of emptiness, one she had been feeling since Spike left. She knew she didn't love him, and yet the thought of not seeing him mysteriously every night just deepened the void inside.
It was extremely dark out for being in Sunnydale, usually it was never this dark. She knew she should have never went wandering in the cemetery after dark anyway. Willow wasn't the kind of girl to do that kinda stuff. She was hoping to meet up with Buffy, but she was no where to be found. She heard footsteps behind her, and a familiar voice calling her name.
He slept on the bed next to the woman, he had left at the alter, and just now started trusting him again. Now they have their own apartment, and decided to patch things up. Xander knew in his mind, things would never be the same between them. He thought Anya felt the same way, but did she really? He put his arm around the body that was angled away. He didn't know if she was asleep or awake.
She wanted so desperately to throw his arm from around her waist and tell him that things would be okay and that he didn't have to worry anymore! She didn't fully understand how the demon could have possibly hurt him so much, if he really loved her. But in all actuality Xander wasn't the one on Anya's mind.It was Spike.
He lay drunk in the middle of a deserted road, in God-knows-where. He looks at himself quickly and wonders, This is all the Bloody, Slayer's fault. If she was never born I would have never loved her! Guessing he didn't know how incredibly stupid he looked talking to the whiskey bottle he now thought of as family. He wasn't exactly in reality, when a demon walked up and asked, "Spike? I am here to answer a favor." Spike wanted to say 'Sod off you dumb bloke,' but refrained and looked up half-conscious.
TBC (That is if you want to know what happens to everyone!)