Title: Last Day
Author: Orilon
Rating: R for themes of Suicide
Spoilers: none
Distribution: If you want it, take it and let me know where
Disclaimer: Everything from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy
Summary: Xander is depressed.
WARNING: Suicide fic
Feedback: Please
Drip. Drip Drip. Drip
Xander watched the blood drip from his wrists to the floor. Wishing that Spike was there to drink it, not waste the crimson fluid on the carpet of his basement. But, that was the reason he was doing this. Spike was a pile of dust in his crypt; Buffy had snapped and dusted him because she was tired of dealing with him.
She hadn't realized that he needed him. The blonde vampire was the only one that didn't ignore him, that didn't only talk to him when he was useful. The only one who saw beneath his facade was hiding behind his own facade. Willow had been his friend since he was little, but she had never seen beneath his joking attitude. They had drifted away like everyone else.
As his vision darkened, Xander had two hopes. One, that he would see Spike again, and two, that Willow didn't find his body. That would break her, worse than anything that the Hell mouth could throw at her. They may have fallen away, but he still didn't want to hurt her.
Author: Orilon
Rating: R for themes of Suicide
Spoilers: none
Distribution: If you want it, take it and let me know where
Disclaimer: Everything from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy
Summary: Xander is depressed.
WARNING: Suicide fic
Feedback: Please
Drip. Drip Drip. Drip
Xander watched the blood drip from his wrists to the floor. Wishing that Spike was there to drink it, not waste the crimson fluid on the carpet of his basement. But, that was the reason he was doing this. Spike was a pile of dust in his crypt; Buffy had snapped and dusted him because she was tired of dealing with him.
She hadn't realized that he needed him. The blonde vampire was the only one that didn't ignore him, that didn't only talk to him when he was useful. The only one who saw beneath his facade was hiding behind his own facade. Willow had been his friend since he was little, but she had never seen beneath his joking attitude. They had drifted away like everyone else.
As his vision darkened, Xander had two hopes. One, that he would see Spike again, and two, that Willow didn't find his body. That would break her, worse than anything that the Hell mouth could throw at her. They may have fallen away, but he still didn't want to hurt her.