Title: The Bloody
(a requiem)
Synopsis: After a tumultuous day of Joyce's sudden
demise, Buffy must deal with the loss of her mom, Dawn,
and ... er, Spike. How would all these going to end? A
post 'The Body' BtVS episode, Buffy & Spike
fiction.
Note: I write immediately after an episode airs. I
don't read spoilers nor early bird reviews so all my
post-episode fictions are pure speculations :)
Rating: PG
Date Written: Tuesday, 27 February, 2001 :
10:35:07 PM
Author: The Resident Web Vampyr © 2001.
Credits: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is a property by
Joss Whedon and the powers that be. Prologue: Mozart's
Requiem Mass in D minor.
Characters in play: Buffy Dawn the
Scoobies Spike Giles.
prologue.
Requiem aeternam
dona eis, Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Te decet hymnus, Deus, in Sion,
et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem.
Exaudi orationem meam,
ad te omnis caro veniet.
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Dimine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
part one.
A man was standing not far from a tree in front of
Buffy's house. A trail of smoke puffed out of his
cigarette every now and then. Spike yawned. He's been out
of circulation for the past day or two and needed a break
after personally supervising his new pet project. Even
though he told himself to move on with his life, he still
couldn't resist visiting the real object of his
affection.
... Few more disappointments, she'll be cryin' on my
shoulder, mark my words....
He could still remember the exact statement he gave to a
Watcher Council lady. Spike smirked. He wondered what was
up with Buffy. As much as he wanted to deny it, he missed
her. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, Spike
mused. Although his Buffy-bot would be able satisfy his
most ardent needs, no robot or dummy can replace the
passion that we share, together or not, he thought.
"The dance is not yet over Slayer," Spike
blurted out, looking for some sign of Buffy inside the
house. "We are part of one another. Not even death
can keep us apart..."
Death. His mind traveled a few months back to when Buffy
forced him to reveal his secrets about how he killed
previous slayers. It was about death and the wish for
death. That was the secret.
...Sooner or later, you're gonna want it. And the
second-- the second-- that happens... You know I'll be
there...
Spike pushed the thought aside. He definitely didn't want
to have a good day in the same context as death. That was
the old Spike, the Spike that everyone knew and unwilling
to forget. It occurred to him that he'd been standing
outside Buffy's home for hours now, with no Slayer in
sight.
An icy cold dread started creeping through his body.
"Something's wrong..." he whispered. His heart
hammered.
part two.
"It's not her... It's not her, she's
gone... (...gone... gone... gone...)"
Joyce Summers, beloved mother and friend to her two
daughters, was finally laid to rest on a Saturday
afternoon. Buffy and Dawn were being comforted by Willow
and Xander, Anya and Tara, and Giles. Buffy hadn't said
much since the day her mother died. It was like a dream.
Her mother's eyes, staring up and unfocused. Buffy shed
no tears, felt no pain, no anguish. There was only
silence.
Dark clouds hovered above them. The trees nearby swayed
as a cold air blew through their leafless branches. Their
bare skeletons rustled against the wind. Buffy held her
sister tightly as the coffin was slowly being lowered
into the ground. Dawn broke free from Buffy's embrace and
placed a red rose on her mother's coffin. She wept
silently.
Giles, together with the Scoobies, decided to leave the
two sisters alone to have a private moment together.
It happened very slowly, just like in a dream. If
only I had been there earlier that day, I c-could have
done something. Buffy felt paralyzed, the fact that
she was meant to save the lives of other people, but was
not able to save her own mother was a shock she was still
absorbing. I-I could have... I could have tried t-to...
She realized that she was still holding a rose so tight
that her hands began to bleed. But it no longer mattered
to her; nothing matters anymore... not the pain, not
the blood, nothing at all... Buffy held back her
tears as long as she could, until she could no longer
contain them. It began to rain.
Not far from where they were standing, Spike watched.
to be continued
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