Bring Me to Life

Disclaimer: Alrighty. Let's see here. I don't own Buffy or Angel.

There's gonna be a few elements from different books and comics: Tamsin by Peter S. Beagle, Joss's Fray, and Rumiko Takahashi's Mermaid Saga

Rating: R

Couples: X/A, W/T any others people want to see, please feel free to suggest, I have a rather odd idea for Buffy's at the moment

Summary: The year is 2478 and the earth is on the brink of destruction from both human and demonic means. There's only one thing that the world's savior's can think of doing: resurrecting the earth's greatest champions.

Now the worlds of the past and future are colliding as two young lovers are reunited, one with a curse so horrible, it could destroy them all…

One

For the better part of my life I've been alone. No matter how many people were around me,who knew me, I was alone. There were things that I just…couldn't say. The closest I ever got was bliss, and that was only for a moment, a breath.

I was a fool back then, thinking that such happiness could last. Nothing does. I hope. I was young and stupid then. We'd defied death so many times…It wasn't until her body was lowered into the ground that I knew . She was really gone. She wasn't coming back.

I moved on . Of course. I always did.

I…for some reason…for some reason I…I had somehow become the baby of the group, the innocent one, the one to be protected and shielded from the bad things of the world. Me. The one who wore cute, stupid clothes, who'd spell out the bad words instead of saying them.

I know how Dawn felt.

She's the one who made me a grown-up.

Ashes to Ashes…

She's the one who completed me. Made me whole.

But she's gone. Forever. They all are. I'll always be here. …I wish I could join them.

Everything I've done though…

She…She didn't understand…what she was. I didn't then either. No matter how much it was glamoured up, no matter that those she killed…slayed…weren't human, were evil…it was still murder. That's what the Slayer really was: a Murderess. Like me.

I understand. Humans can be much worse than demons. Having a soul can make you much worse. She didn't want to deal with that. Didn't want to remember that sometimes people…that people need to be killed too.

I hate what I've become…

…So yeah, I'm lonely. I've got companions, friends, sure. But the understanding…there's a distance. They won't be around forever.

Our futures are gone. All we have left is the future. All I have left is the future. When they're gone, I'll be all alone.

I just want to rest.

We're prisoners. All of us are. I wish…

I haven't seen the sun in ages. The sky's so filthy that nothing shows through. I miss the sun.

I can fight now. I may not be a Slayer, but I'm pretty good. I hate that I need to use those skills.

My magick...I hate it even more. It scares me. I don't like to use it. But I do.

I'll need to use it though. All the Slayer that once existed…they're all gone. None left. I've tried the spell over and over again. Nothing.

Maybe it's because of what I am.

We need help. The Billy-Blind has hinted at it. But I know what he's saying. What he means. I won't do it.

Some people say that I don't have a soul. Maybe they're right. I don't know anything anymore. I know who Willow Rosenberg used to be, I just don't know who she is now.

Dust to Dust…