Title: Irony
Author: Terri
E mail: Tforbrigger4@netscape.net
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters on BtvS or Ats
Feedback: Yes, please
Authors Notes: I've been thinking of this since the end of Season 6.
Thanks to Angie for Betaing this for me.
He stood at the foot of their graves and mused on all the changes that had taken place in the past decades.
First of course, was her. She'd done the impossible, lived to die of natural causes at the age of 93, scant weeks after the death of her husband, surrounded by her children, grandchildren and even several great- grandchildren. No other Slayer in history had lived that long. It had helped that she'd been The Slayer, the last, the one to fight the final apocalypse and win.
She wouldn't have, if it hadn't been for him. Her husband. The one who'd been there to save her life, so she could go on to defeat the final demon emerging from the Hellmouth, allowing the gathered witches, lead by Willow, to seal it forever.
For his sacrifice he'd been given his reward, his Shanshu. He'd become human. Even that hadn't guaranteed a happy ending for them. There was too much history between them for them to simply forgive and forget and move on to a shiny new happy future. Besides, there had still been demons and vampires to be killed. The sealing of the Hellmouth hadn't vanquished those creatures already here, just prevented those in other dimensions from ever coming in future.
So they'd teamed up. And with his knowledge of demon kind and her strength, they'd traveled the world killing nests as they found them. Those demons that at least tried to live peaceably with humanity, they left alone.
Eventually they'd made peace with their past, moved on and found love, with each other. After their battles were over, they'd returned to Sunnydale, settled down and lived a normal life. Raising a family, watching them grow and start families of their own, and mourning the loss of each of their friends over time. Until they, too, died, leaving only him to remember them all.
*****
He had carried on the battle they'd left so long ago. Fighting evil, not just demons, however. He'd carried the battle to the one place neither of them had been willing or able to go, to humanity. To those foolish enough or greedy enough to try and open a new Hellmouth on Earth, or seek a power they were unable to control.
So now here he stood, paying his final respects to them, as he'd done for all the others.
He thought it quite ironic, really. All the predictions, all the prophecies about the vampire with a soul had come true. And yet, they had all been wrong, including Wesley and Wolfram & Hart.
With that final thought, Angel laid the flowers he'd brought on the graves of Buffy and William Summers, before turning to leave Sunnydale for the last time.
He stood at the foot of their graves and mused on all the changes that had taken place in the past decades.
First of course, was her. She'd done the impossible, lived to die of natural causes at the age of 93, scant weeks after the death of her husband, surrounded by her children, grandchildren and even several great- grandchildren. No other Slayer in history had lived that long. It had helped that she'd been The Slayer, the last, the one to fight the final apocalypse and win.
She wouldn't have, if it hadn't been for him. Her husband. The one who'd been there to save her life, so she could go on to defeat the final demon emerging from the Hellmouth, allowing the gathered witches, lead by Willow, to seal it forever.
For his sacrifice he'd been given his reward, his Shanshu. He'd become human. Even that hadn't guaranteed a happy ending for them. There was too much history between them for them to simply forgive and forget and move on to a shiny new happy future. Besides, there had still been demons and vampires to be killed. The sealing of the Hellmouth hadn't vanquished those creatures already here, just prevented those in other dimensions from ever coming in future.
So they'd teamed up. And with his knowledge of demon kind and her strength, they'd traveled the world killing nests as they found them. Those demons that at least tried to live peaceably with humanity, they left alone.
Eventually they'd made peace with their past, moved on and found love, with each other. After their battles were over, they'd returned to Sunnydale, settled down and lived a normal life. Raising a family, watching them grow and start families of their own, and mourning the loss of each of their friends over time. Until they, too, died, leaving only him to remember them all.
*****
He had carried on the battle they'd left so long ago. Fighting evil, not just demons, however. He'd carried the battle to the one place neither of them had been willing or able to go, to humanity. To those foolish enough or greedy enough to try and open a new Hellmouth on Earth, or seek a power they were unable to control.
So now here he stood, paying his final respects to them, as he'd done for all the others.
He thought it quite ironic, really. All the predictions, all the prophecies about the vampire with a soul had come true. And yet, they had all been wrong, including Wesley and Wolfram & Hart.
With that final thought, Angel laid the flowers he'd brought on the graves of Buffy and William Summers, before turning to leave Sunnydale for the last time.