Synopsis: A week after Buffy made the ultimate sacrifice
to save humanity, Spike, Dawn, and her friends find themselves
unable to cope without the Slayer. A post-'The Gift' BtVS episode
fanfic.
Note: A wrap-up of BtVs post-episode fanfics for this
season. I hope you enjoyed it :) This is the last fanfic that
I'll be posting, so see you next season!
Date Written: Tuesday, 22 May, 2001 : 11:30:00 PM
Credits: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is a property of Joss
Whedon and the powers that be. Partial script taken from School
Hard & Intervention episode. Lyrics from Full of Grace by
Sarah McLachlan.
Characters: Buffy Willow Xander Anya
Dawn Tara Giles Spike
In every generation, a Chosen One is born. A girl empowered with
super human strengths and skills. A girl who would protect
humanity from the evils of the world. A girl who would in
sacrifice everything to do what is right. She wasn't just an
ordinary girl. Not just any girl. But a Slayer.
Her name was Buffy. A first born and an only child of a proud
parents in a suburban town. A sleepy town known as Sunnydale.
***
For centuries, reality as we know it was just a part of a more
complex dimensions. Dimensions that were parallels apart but
nevertheless co-existed in a same time-framed environment.
Dimensions separated by boundaries that no one dared to cross for
it would certainly threatened its existence. It would threatened
its reality.
Until a year ago...
part one.
From the great depths of darkness, she emerged as one of
the hellgod triumvirate. She was the beast of immensed power
until she was exiled to another dimension--the human dimension.
Her name was Glorificus, trapped in a human vessel and banished
for the duration of the human life. She remained trapped until
she discovered that her power could be restored with the help of
an absolute power--the Key.
The Key happened to be the sister of the Slayer, who was sure to
protect it with her life, as predicted by the Monks who put it
there. Not only did the Slayer protect the Key, for she was her
sister, her family, her blood. She also conquered her
gift.
But all of that was now a memory. A memory fading fast.
part two.
Dawn sat with Willow, Tara, and Giles at the Summers'
dining room. She was terribly depressed ever since her sister
died. The only thing that kept her alive was the fact that she
had her friends, whom she considered her only remaining family,
now that Buffy passed away. This temporary living arrangement was
all they could think of at the moment until everything settled by
itself.
Xander and Anya joined them shortly. They brought clothes that
their friends left at Xander's apartment, food, and other
supplies. It was time to regroup themselves and focus on the
future. A future without their best friend.
Anya wore a ring that Xander gave her the night he proposed to
her. She now understood the concept of losing somebody you love
since it seemed to be a regular thing in this town. Not long ago,
Dawn's mom died. And now Buffy.
***
"Buff?" said Xander, holding Anya's hand tightly as he
approached Buffy's lifeless body. Willow was on her knees crying.
"Buffy?" he repeated, not sure what to do. "Oh my
God!" gasped Anya and embraced Xander upon realization that
Buffy was indeed dead.
They say with death comes life. Anya agreed. She had been living
as a demon for a thousand years, and the death of her demon life,
came her human life. She only wished that it was the same for
Buffy.
Somehow Anya believed it was.
***
Willow rushed to Buffy's side, Tara not far behind.
"Buffy!" cried Willow, "Buffy..." she cradled
her friend's limp body in her arms.
Willow was never been the same after that night. A thorn was
pulled from her when she brought back Tara, but losing her best
friend created a wound much deeper than she expected. She
considered doing anything do bring her friend back, even using
her newly acquired dark magic but her lack of sufficient
knowledge prevented her from doing so.
"I know a way..." said Willow quietly. "I'm not
sure how, but if we could find a spell that would lift this cloak
off this reality. Then maybe, just maybe."
"Buffy will exists, o-or at least the Buffy we know,"
said Tara.
Dawn's face suddenly beamed. She knew there was a loophole in
this whole dimension thing, a mixed-up of realities of some sort.
Up until now Dawn couldn't believed that it can be true--that
there was at least a possibility. "Can it be?" she
sounded excited.
Giles turned to Dawn, as much as he wanted it to be true, he must
admit that it was not plausible. "A cloak spell would only
reveal that you're not human Dawn," said Giles hesistantly,
"nothing more."
Giles was right. Any cloak spell would just reveal Dawn's true
form, that of a green, shiny, and glowing Key. But it would not
bring Buffy back.
Dawn reverted to her former state. She can still remember what
her sister told her... "Tell Giles I figured it out and I'm
okay."
Giles reached the pedestal a few seconds after Buffy leapt, he
walked towards Dawn who was clearly shaken with what happened.
She looked down to where her sister fell, tears ran in her face.
That was the last time Dawn remembered her sister. Everything
after that were just blurred images.
Dawn sighed. What did she mean by that? Dawn wondered.
She can't think straight anymore. All she knew was she had to be
brave, for Buffy. She had to live, for Buffy. Dawn started to cry
once more.
part three.
I feel just like I'm sinking and I claw for solid ground.
And pulled down by the undertone.
I never thought I can feel so lonely.
For all darkness I feel like letting go.
Spike wandered aimlessly in his crypt. It has been a week since
Buffy died and during those restless nights, all he could do was
think of her. He hardly ate, much less sleep. He just sat in his
chair, drank his bourbon, and waited. Waited for a miracle.
Waited until his prayers were answered. Waited for this nightmare
to end.
***
She was dancing with her friends at the Bronze. It was the first
time he saw her. The Slayer, the natural enemy of his kind. He
watched her, he studied her. She could be another Slayer that he
could claim as a trophy, the third to be slain by a vampire.
"Nice work, love," said Spike, pursing his lips as he
slowly clapped his hands for an entertaining display of slaying
prowess.
"Who are you?" asked Buffy, her eyes narrowed,
obviously puzzled with the stranger in front of her.
"You'll find out on Saturday," he spoke calmly.
"What happens on Saturday?" said Buffy.
"I kill you," he said.
***
That was the first time they met. He knew then like he knew now,
that this Slayer would be special. She was to be a new love of
his life. But now he could only guessed how it could have been.
Spike knew that ending his existence wasn't the answer. He
promised Buffy he would look after Dawn, that he would protect
her. And that's what he did at the pedestal until an evil lizard
demon came along. It was the time when everything became blurred.
Horror embraced him as he was stabbed and thrown off the ledge.
But he survived the fall, he was glad he did. But now, he was not
sure.
He wished that Buffy survived the fall too, but she didn't. Spike
unconsciously wiped his tears, it was evident that he had been
crying for the past few days, as he remembered that fateful
night. A night that he would never forget as long as he lived.
***
"Buffffffffffyyyy...!" cried Spike as he carried
himself through the rubbles to reach her lifeless body. He tried
to stand but couldn't. "Nooo...!!!" Spike reached out
his hand and simply broke down to tears. After a few seconds,
Spike finally found the strength to walked towards her, his right
hand clasping his chest.
Willow was beside Buffy, trying to cradle her amidst the stone
and rubbles. Spike fell on his knees and nervously touched
Buffy's pale cheeks, her skin was slowly loosing its warmt and
color.
"Buffy...please don't die..." he fumbled, but Spike
knew it was too late. She was gone. It was like death all over
again, but this time it was not a profound and powerful
experience, nor did it make him alive. It made him sick to his
stomach, it made him lose control. It was the darkest night of
his life.
He took Buffy from Willow and carried her towards the clearing
and laid her down gently. Without hesitation, Spike leaned and
kissed her for the last time.
***
It's better this way, I said.
Having seen this place before.
Come and lift me from this place.
I know I can love you much better than this.
My love.
Spike looked at the concrete slab across the room. He remembered
the number of times Buffy visited him, often punching him on his
nose. There was an occasion when he was putting nail-polish on
his hands when Buffy grabbed the concrete cover and pinned him
inside. A few weeks later, Buffy barged in again while he was
telling stories to Dawn about a girl in a coal bin. Spike smiled.
His thoughts fast-forwarded to the past few days when Buffy
surprised him with an unexpected gesture.
"Something happened to Dawn, it'd destroy her," Spike
quietly said, pain evident in his voice. "I couldn't live,
her being in that much pain."
Buffy understood him. Here was the creature she loathed ever
since she can remembered, yet he was willing to give up his life
than to see her suffer. Buffy knew she couldn't share the same
feeling he had for her, but it doesn't mean that Spike couldn't
earn her trust and respect. She slowly approached Spike and
kissed him gently.
"What you did for Dawn and me, that was real. And I'll never
forget it," said Buffy. Spike could still hear her words
echoing around him. Spike closed his eyes and whispered to
himself, "I will never forget you Buffy."
***
It was a Saturday when Spike decided to visit Buffy's grave. He
was finally sobered up and was ready to face the grim reality
that his beloved was gone. With a fresh bouquet of flowers in
hand, Spike bravely gathered himself and went to the cemetery.
Buffy's grave was located beside Joyce's, who was buried a month
ago. Mother and daughter united in the same resting place.
As Spike approached the site, he stopped and noticed something.
"What the hell?" said Spike, unprepared to see what was
in front of him. He let out a brief sound of disbelief as he
stared at the only tombstone on sight--Joyce's
tombstone.
Gifted
By: The Resident Vampyr
A week after Buffy made the ultimate sacrifice to save humanity, Spike, Dawn, and her friends find themselves unable to cope without the Slayer. A post-"The Gift" BtVS episode B/S fanfic.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Drama/Angst - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,614 - Reviews: 25 - Updated: 5/26/2001 - Published: 5/23/2001 - id: 291829
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