She screamed as his fangs penetrated her neck. The blood pouring down his
throat paralleled the trails of blood from his broken nose and torn eye.
The powerful suction, and talented tongue, she had enjoyed so much in the
crypt, she had destroyed, was now pulling out her lifeblood.
Beside her a Black Willow Spider had a smashed and broken Xander caught in a web of demon women, giant bugs and mummy girls. She was screaming out in an unholy joy as he tried desperately to fend them off. A Veiney faced
Anya laughing at Dawn stocktaking for all eternity, her hands burning every time she touched the jewellery.
Giles was cleaning his glasses, while telling Ethan to look what happened when he wasn't there, and didn't it serve them all right for ignoring him, except when they needed something.
Then the scene shifted.
The desert, the fire, the First Slayer writhing behind it. And Tara?
"I was borrowed. Again! I speak for her, and I'm not happy about it. She isn't either! Can we listen this time?"
"Hey! This is a prophecy dream right? Haven't had one of those for ages. Wonder why?"
"We wouldn't need one if you listened to that message last year. I do have an afterlife you know!"
"Hey, I listened. I loved; I got and gave my gift! My life for Dawn. Then they brought me back."
"You missed the most important part. Forgive!!!"
"I did!"
"We're omnipotent, we know better. Sorry to be blunt, but its clear cryptic doesn't cut it. Where is the forgiveness for the man that loves you? Where is the forgiveness for the sister who feels she kills everyone she loves? Where is the forgiveness for the friends we knew would bring you through your gift to where you need to be? Where is the lead to them on forgiving others, and themselves? Most importantly where is the forgiveness for yourself, for loving him.
And hello! Death is your gift - how clear do we have to be?
We show you what happens if you fail to accept and give your gift. Please listen. We really don't want this to happen. We don't want to have to do this again, either. The sand gets everywhere."
Buffy woke with a start. Her hand flew to her throat. Only the existing scars were there. Time to start.
Beside her a Black Willow Spider had a smashed and broken Xander caught in a web of demon women, giant bugs and mummy girls. She was screaming out in an unholy joy as he tried desperately to fend them off. A Veiney faced
Anya laughing at Dawn stocktaking for all eternity, her hands burning every time she touched the jewellery.
Giles was cleaning his glasses, while telling Ethan to look what happened when he wasn't there, and didn't it serve them all right for ignoring him, except when they needed something.
Then the scene shifted.
The desert, the fire, the First Slayer writhing behind it. And Tara?
"I was borrowed. Again! I speak for her, and I'm not happy about it. She isn't either! Can we listen this time?"
"Hey! This is a prophecy dream right? Haven't had one of those for ages. Wonder why?"
"We wouldn't need one if you listened to that message last year. I do have an afterlife you know!"
"Hey, I listened. I loved; I got and gave my gift! My life for Dawn. Then they brought me back."
"You missed the most important part. Forgive!!!"
"I did!"
"We're omnipotent, we know better. Sorry to be blunt, but its clear cryptic doesn't cut it. Where is the forgiveness for the man that loves you? Where is the forgiveness for the sister who feels she kills everyone she loves? Where is the forgiveness for the friends we knew would bring you through your gift to where you need to be? Where is the lead to them on forgiving others, and themselves? Most importantly where is the forgiveness for yourself, for loving him.
And hello! Death is your gift - how clear do we have to be?
We show you what happens if you fail to accept and give your gift. Please listen. We really don't want this to happen. We don't want to have to do this again, either. The sand gets everywhere."
Buffy woke with a start. Her hand flew to her throat. Only the existing scars were there. Time to start.