True Blue

Summary: Illyria's thoughts on being the only one alive after NFA.

Author's Note: I've been wanting to write a drabble for a long time, but never really knew what I was going to write about. Well, here's my best shot. It's pretty short, but it's meant to be.

Illyria stood in the middle of the dirty alley, all alone after the final battle that she had seen all her friends die in. The blond haired one dies first. She remembered when they stripped her of her power to save her, when she had killed them all. Spike had been the first to go.

Gunn went next, only moments after Spike. They had both been caught off-guard and taken by complete surprise, leading to their death.

Angel, again was the last. Not next, but last. Illyria had not fallen, so she considered Angel to be the final victim of the Senior Partner's raining hell on Earth. She had watched him fall to dust, after seeing Spike succumb to the same fate. She laughed at it now, remembering the past few months she had spent with them all.

Then there was Wesley, whom she'd lied to at during the final moments. He had died in the arms of his beloved, which is more than she could say for the rest of them.

They are all gone. Every one of them, my leaders on this earth. Wesley, the first to go. He was my one true leader to help me live in this new world. And now he's gone, just like the rest of them.

Her eyes scanned the alley, just hoping for one of her friend to still be alive, even though she saw all of them die.

Wesley, Spike, Gunn, Angel. All dead.

Author's Note: My first drabble. I feel proud. Tell me what you think.