A post-series ficlet. The ending just might surprise you.
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For the longest time, I thought that I could never be normal. I never thought that I could just relax and be myself. I died twice, and went through hell more times than I could count, but he was always by my side, even when I didn't want him to be. In the trainwreck that I called my love life, there was just no contest. He's perfect for me.
I couldn't ask for a better lover. He completes me in every way. Even though my friends wanted me with someone normal, what they never realized is that I really needed balance.
A long time ago, I associated passion as intertwined with pain and fighting and he made me realize why. He caused me as much pain as I caused him, but in our mutual suffering, we found solace. We suffered together, but now we can be happy together.
I still live for the fight, even though Sunnydale's no longer around. Patrols have become a lot more fun now because he's always fighting by side. I never have to worry about him and he never holds me back from doing what needed to be done.
He is just as considerate when it comes to making love. I never thought that I could ever feel satisfied when it came to the bed department. Sometimes, we'd play it rough, but other times there would be tenderness. It was constant ecstasy, with us actually enjoying the act of our conjoining instead of using each other or dealing with the insecurities of the first time or feeling like it was constant torture.
The best thing about my lover...no, my soulmate... was that he never really left me, even when I didn't want him around. Even when he thought the best thing was for us to be apart, fate brought us back together. And now he can be in the light with me as well as in the darkness.
After the battle of Los Angeles, the Powers finally granted humanity to the champion who fulfilled the Shanshu prophecy by letting him retain his vampire strength and speed while being able to walk in daylight and not suffer any pain when he touched holy relics.
My soul mate can still be insecure sometimes, in spite of all that had happened. We can both sense the other one who competed for my heart, the one who lost out on the Shanshu prophecy and made a new life for himself with Faith. But we can still sense him lurking about whenever he came to town from London, like the way we did one particular night.
The sun was coming up on the horizon. We were looking out into the city's skyline, when all of a sudden, we could sense him.
"You'd think he'd know better by now," I said.
"I still find it hard to believe," the keeper of my heart said. "I don't deserve this."
"Well it's not like there's any takebacks. And none of us deserve what we've gotten. What matters is what we choose to do with what we are given."
I pulled him down by the collar of his black leather duster and kissed him, the light from the rising sun slowly surrounding them.
"And I choose you, Spike. I will always choose you. No contest."
I looked behind us at the distant rooftop of a still darkened building. Angel stood there. I knew he was there. But there's nothing he can do now. He can only watch and brood, confined to the shadows that were always part of his life. While I live out my happily ever after, with Spike at my side.
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