In the end
He held her hand, felt the warmth of her blood draining away from her body, she was old now and time hadn't been kind, but she was still as beautiful as the day he met her, nothing had changed. She was in a great deal of pain he could tell, her mouth jittered as if she was trying to speak but couldn't. He presses his lips to hers hoping to take away her pain, her lips quiver and she manages to lick the top of his lip as he pulls away.
"What can I do?" he whispers tightening his grip on her delicate hand now so fragile. She shifts and her eyes close tight as another of her attackers come to haunt her body, her grip tightening against his. He runs his hand down her cheek and she becomes light again, her grip now slipping away from his. Opening her eyes she stares around the room, her glistening eyes look up at her children before her and she moves a hand to her eldest daughter sitting next to her on the opposite side of the bed gripping it tight a faint smile could clearly be seen. She runs her hand up her daughters arm and it now rests upon her shoulder. The daughter feels her mother shudder and her hand falls from her shoulder back to the bed with a thud.
The youngest now steps forward and encircles his mother's neck with his arms before kissing her and running out the room, followed closely by his two sisters. The room now empty; void of her children. He still sat there though, his hands neatly placed in hers. She turns her head slowly and he see's the tears that now glisten her face and roll down her cheeks to form wet patches at the neck of her top.
"You need to rest luv" he commented. She noticed but did not listen, instead she focused on just how young he still looked, he hadn't changed one bit; he was still as gorgeous as ever. Knowing he would stay that way made her jealous, she hated being trapped inside this body. She wanted so much to touch him but her hands were too weak and she could only glare.
But she would not fall, she was dying yes but she would touch him even if it was the last thing she did.
She slightly raised her hand and it came to rest upon his leg, she couldn't muster up any more strength, the pain kept taking it away. As another wave swept over her a quiet sob was heard from her as her hand slipped away from his leg and came to rest beside it. She couldn't muster up the strength to do it again.
He knew what she was doing but he tried to ignore it, he didn't want to accept the fact that she was to weak to do it herself, she had once killed many demons and vamps but she couldn't muster up the strength to pick her own hand up and place it against him. Standing up he slipped his black t- shirt out from his black pants and took it off. Sitting back beside her, her face now stared in awe at his perfect body, still the same as ever.
"Go on then luv, you can do it" he whispered to her, but she never moved, she couldn't. He looked down into her eyes and picked up her hand gently placing her palm against his chest he noticed she was growing very cold like him. Her fingers gently swayed against his skin and he brought her hand up to his face to cup his cheek. Tears flowed freely down her face now and she bit her bottom lip nervously, she was trying to speak.
He bent down her hand still cupped his face; his hand still cupped her hand. She whispered slowly
"I'm scared spike"
"Oh Buffy" he said lovingly and slowly, tears breaking his speech into fragments
"I love you" she managed to whisper before her eyes rolled and her hand slipped from his grasp
"Buffy" he whispered, but she was gone
"I'm scared too" he cried into her now lifeless body.
He held her hand, felt the warmth of her blood draining away from her body, she was old now and time hadn't been kind, but she was still as beautiful as the day he met her, nothing had changed. She was in a great deal of pain he could tell, her mouth jittered as if she was trying to speak but couldn't. He presses his lips to hers hoping to take away her pain, her lips quiver and she manages to lick the top of his lip as he pulls away.
"What can I do?" he whispers tightening his grip on her delicate hand now so fragile. She shifts and her eyes close tight as another of her attackers come to haunt her body, her grip tightening against his. He runs his hand down her cheek and she becomes light again, her grip now slipping away from his. Opening her eyes she stares around the room, her glistening eyes look up at her children before her and she moves a hand to her eldest daughter sitting next to her on the opposite side of the bed gripping it tight a faint smile could clearly be seen. She runs her hand up her daughters arm and it now rests upon her shoulder. The daughter feels her mother shudder and her hand falls from her shoulder back to the bed with a thud.
The youngest now steps forward and encircles his mother's neck with his arms before kissing her and running out the room, followed closely by his two sisters. The room now empty; void of her children. He still sat there though, his hands neatly placed in hers. She turns her head slowly and he see's the tears that now glisten her face and roll down her cheeks to form wet patches at the neck of her top.
"You need to rest luv" he commented. She noticed but did not listen, instead she focused on just how young he still looked, he hadn't changed one bit; he was still as gorgeous as ever. Knowing he would stay that way made her jealous, she hated being trapped inside this body. She wanted so much to touch him but her hands were too weak and she could only glare.
But she would not fall, she was dying yes but she would touch him even if it was the last thing she did.
She slightly raised her hand and it came to rest upon his leg, she couldn't muster up any more strength, the pain kept taking it away. As another wave swept over her a quiet sob was heard from her as her hand slipped away from his leg and came to rest beside it. She couldn't muster up the strength to do it again.
He knew what she was doing but he tried to ignore it, he didn't want to accept the fact that she was to weak to do it herself, she had once killed many demons and vamps but she couldn't muster up the strength to pick her own hand up and place it against him. Standing up he slipped his black t- shirt out from his black pants and took it off. Sitting back beside her, her face now stared in awe at his perfect body, still the same as ever.
"Go on then luv, you can do it" he whispered to her, but she never moved, she couldn't. He looked down into her eyes and picked up her hand gently placing her palm against his chest he noticed she was growing very cold like him. Her fingers gently swayed against his skin and he brought her hand up to his face to cup his cheek. Tears flowed freely down her face now and she bit her bottom lip nervously, she was trying to speak.
He bent down her hand still cupped his face; his hand still cupped her hand. She whispered slowly
"I'm scared spike"
"Oh Buffy" he said lovingly and slowly, tears breaking his speech into fragments
"I love you" she managed to whisper before her eyes rolled and her hand slipped from his grasp
"Buffy" he whispered, but she was gone
"I'm scared too" he cried into her now lifeless body.