What if Buffy's dream in Surprise came true?
Time: During Surprise
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Rating: K+ for some major character death.
Warning: Character death. Slightly AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Buffy characters, cause I'm not that cool.
A/N: Hi! This was just a bit of crap floating around my head. Felt I had to get it down on paper, screen, whatever, to get it out. Enjoy. :)
I twirled a stake between my fingers, toying with the idea of letting Drusilla get closer to killing me before I drove it through her cold, unbeating heart. She stepped towards me, her long, burgundy dress trailing on the ground. As she advanced on me, she smiled.
"Ms Edith will have your eyes for her supper, Slayer," the mad vampire woman whispered hauntingly, pointing at my eyes with two fingers. "She'll drink the blood from your veins, and have a tea party, she will," she murmured, still smiling. I shuddered. Drusilla really was eerie.
"Not in a million years, Dru," a male voice said from behind her. Angel. God, what was he doing here? The reason I was here, about to kill Drusilla, was to save him from certain death. My dream had prophesied that Angel would be killed by the insane vampire stood before me.
"Angel..." Drusilla said happily, turning to face him. "Ms Edith told me you'd come." She started walking to him, twirling every few steps. I stood, frozen. I had to move, to stop Drusilla getting any closer to Angel, but my feet were rooted to the grassy cemetery ground. My eyes widened in fear as Drusilla reached him. In her hand was a polished wooden stake.
"Angel! Look out!" I shouted. My throat was dry, but the words managed to get out. Angel saw Drusilla raise the stake. His eyes also widened. Before he had a chance to move, she plunged it into his chest.
"No! Angel!" I screamed in horror, watching him disintegrate slowly. I trembled, staring at the space he was. I barely heard Drusilla moan "Mr Harris, Mr Giles and Miss Rosenberg were not invited to Ms Edith's tea party," and her quiet footsteps as she walked away. I felt the Scooby's eyes on me, but that didn't matter.
Angel was gone. Now he was just a fading memory and a pile of grey dust in the grass. He had been killed. My knees buckled, and I fell to the floor onto my knees. Hot, salty tears rolled down my cheeks. Angel, the one thing I loved in this life, had been slayed. I let the words sink in.
Angel was dead.