Disclaimer: don't own 'em. Wish I did.
Rating: Pg, romantic, destructive
Summary: a vamp no name's disclosed until the end reflects on his love life.
Notes: sorry this story is depressing. It came out of teenage angst, boyfriendlessness and boredom. Great combo. Oh yeah, birthdays, I kinda guessed at the years.
My Love
He looked out onto the streets. It was raining and the bright streetlights reflected in the puddles. Nights like these reminded him of the one he loved and lost. It was now his job to watch over the city. It had been years since the day she died. He felt like it had been only yesterday. He longed to feel that love again. She had died in his arms. Part of her death was his fault the other was due to one he had sired. Depression caused him to be reserved. He didn't care what happened as long as he kept her friends and memory safe.
He had decided it was because he had been cursed that she died. During the fight she had come to make sure he wasn't badly hurt after being doused with holy water. The wretched creature took hold of this opportunity and attacked her. He had just sat and watched as the one he had trusted broke his love's neck. After that, the demon laughed and ran for the woods. He had rushed over to what was left of her. He held her and watched her life fade away. She had gathered enough strength to whisper to him. 'I love you, no matter what I will always.' And with that she died. The rain had poured down and washed away the crimson tears that came from his eyes.
He shuttered. Those weren't things he wanted to remember. They were the cause of all his pain. He screamed, craving revenge. The one who had done this was dead. He had found the demon and mutilated it'' body. He hadn't cared that it was kin to him. It had killed his own link to himself. The smell of its blood had turned on his vampiric senses but hadn't caused anything alarming. The destruction of the demon had only hidden the pain for a little while. He still wanted revenge to all those demons, both inside himself and others.
The rain pelted on the windows adding to the sorrow of the moment. He glanced at his calendar noticing the date. March 21. Of course, just his luck, this weather on this anniversary of her death. It had rained for the past five years on this day. It was never predicted but it happened. The sky cried for the loss of its child.
He cried. He didn't care if his bloodied tears stained anything. He wanted this to be the last time that he cried. He got up and stumbled towards the window. He glanced back at the clock. Two hours and he would have the chance to see her. She had always told him to go on. He had done that for long enough. There had always been days when thoughts of suicide ran through his head but he had had enough of life. It wasn't worth the daily pain. He craved to see the light of the sun more than anything. He would finally be reunited with the love of his life.
On her grave was a simple inscription:
-Here she rests a wonderful girl and beautiful woman. Many loved her, no one hated her. A daughter, wife and friend. 1981-2006.
He ran his fingers over the indentation. Slowly the sun rose up over the hill in the Sunnydale graveyard. Fire engulfed him and he was gone.
His headstone read:
-Xander Harris 1980-2006. Passionate husband, friend and loving son.
The date of his exact death was never recorded because it was held secret by those who knew it. Xander had only passed away 4 years later, to the dust that had been found on Willow's gravesite. Buffy faked a smile as she lay 6 white roses on the two lover's graves. She sat on the ground with Angel and cried. Neither of them noticed the two lover's souls rose and swirled together to create one. The two souls circled around Buffy and Angel then floated away with the wind.
Rating: Pg, romantic, destructive
Summary: a vamp no name's disclosed until the end reflects on his love life.
Notes: sorry this story is depressing. It came out of teenage angst, boyfriendlessness and boredom. Great combo. Oh yeah, birthdays, I kinda guessed at the years.
My Love
He looked out onto the streets. It was raining and the bright streetlights reflected in the puddles. Nights like these reminded him of the one he loved and lost. It was now his job to watch over the city. It had been years since the day she died. He felt like it had been only yesterday. He longed to feel that love again. She had died in his arms. Part of her death was his fault the other was due to one he had sired. Depression caused him to be reserved. He didn't care what happened as long as he kept her friends and memory safe.
He had decided it was because he had been cursed that she died. During the fight she had come to make sure he wasn't badly hurt after being doused with holy water. The wretched creature took hold of this opportunity and attacked her. He had just sat and watched as the one he had trusted broke his love's neck. After that, the demon laughed and ran for the woods. He had rushed over to what was left of her. He held her and watched her life fade away. She had gathered enough strength to whisper to him. 'I love you, no matter what I will always.' And with that she died. The rain had poured down and washed away the crimson tears that came from his eyes.
He shuttered. Those weren't things he wanted to remember. They were the cause of all his pain. He screamed, craving revenge. The one who had done this was dead. He had found the demon and mutilated it'' body. He hadn't cared that it was kin to him. It had killed his own link to himself. The smell of its blood had turned on his vampiric senses but hadn't caused anything alarming. The destruction of the demon had only hidden the pain for a little while. He still wanted revenge to all those demons, both inside himself and others.
The rain pelted on the windows adding to the sorrow of the moment. He glanced at his calendar noticing the date. March 21. Of course, just his luck, this weather on this anniversary of her death. It had rained for the past five years on this day. It was never predicted but it happened. The sky cried for the loss of its child.
He cried. He didn't care if his bloodied tears stained anything. He wanted this to be the last time that he cried. He got up and stumbled towards the window. He glanced back at the clock. Two hours and he would have the chance to see her. She had always told him to go on. He had done that for long enough. There had always been days when thoughts of suicide ran through his head but he had had enough of life. It wasn't worth the daily pain. He craved to see the light of the sun more than anything. He would finally be reunited with the love of his life.
On her grave was a simple inscription:
-Here she rests a wonderful girl and beautiful woman. Many loved her, no one hated her. A daughter, wife and friend. 1981-2006.
He ran his fingers over the indentation. Slowly the sun rose up over the hill in the Sunnydale graveyard. Fire engulfed him and he was gone.
His headstone read:
-Xander Harris 1980-2006. Passionate husband, friend and loving son.
The date of his exact death was never recorded because it was held secret by those who knew it. Xander had only passed away 4 years later, to the dust that had been found on Willow's gravesite. Buffy faked a smile as she lay 6 white roses on the two lover's graves. She sat on the ground with Angel and cried. Neither of them noticed the two lover's souls rose and swirled together to create one. The two souls circled around Buffy and Angel then floated away with the wind.