Summary: Xander contemplates the important stuff.
Warnings: Character Death, Some swearing otherwise pretty cuddly.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, at all, not even a little most certainly not BtVS and its characters.
Authors Note: This is my first fanfic, so Feedback would be appreciated, say what you like good or bad its all gravy.
This hurts.
Quite a lot in fact.
Yep, definitely feeling the pain now. Of course being pinned to a wall by a sword through the shoulder will do that to you.
Is this a sword? I'm not being metaphysical here, its just it looks a bit small to be a real sword.
Could be a long knife I suppose. I doubt this is the part I should be focusing on but I just can't seem to stop thinking about it. Better that than thoughts of my impending death I suppose, but still it does seem a little irrelevant.
I've been fighting for 10 years now, the 10 years since Sunnydale got swallowed up into a giant sinkhole. Spent some time in Africa, Asia, Europe pretty much everywhere in fact none of it felt like home apart from maybe Africa, I liked it out there, not too many people if you avoided the cities and beautiful scenery. Through all that time and all the years in Sunnydale I always knew this was the way I would be going out violently, painfully and unfortunately quite slowly as well.
Fuck.
Maybe I should of stuck to thinking about the sword.
Or is it a knife?