She's wearing the blue sweater that Joyce liked. Again. She's worn it so many times over the past few months that the sleeves are beginning to show wear. If she has time to think about it when she gets home, she'll magick the sweater back to the way it used to be. But she'll probably forget. Again.
She wore it for both of Buffy's funerals. A few months later she wore it for Rupert's. And then Dawn's the next day.
She almost didn't want to wear it today. She had wanted to wear something special. Something that he had given her. But all of her clothes from when they were kids either didn't fit or she couldn't find them. So blue sweater.
Her hands are clenched around the small frog plushie he gave her back in high school. It's her only tangible connection to him now. Her only connection to the world.
She sees a speck of red out of the corner of her eye, surprised by its blatant show of colour. She's more surprised when she realises that he's showed up. Silently excusing herself from the small graveside crowd, she walks slowly over to him.
"Looks like it's just you & me, Red."
Willow nods. "Anya called me yesterday. D'Hoffryn tracked down the demon who did it. He's dead now. But that won't help us. They'll still come."
"Demons are persistent buggers when it comes to getting what they want." Spike kicks the ground meaningfully. "And we just happen to be the only things blocking them."
"I'm tired of it. I'm ready to welcome the end. We won't last much longer, a witch & a vampire. They've destroyed a Slayer, a Watcher, & a Key. We won't prove too difficult."
The blond vampire lit a new cigarette, crushing the butt of the previous one under his boot. "Want to get out of here?"
"Where would we go? L.A., to Angel? London, to the Council?"
"I was thinking more of Prague. It's quite pretty this time of the year."
She wore it for both of Buffy's funerals. A few months later she wore it for Rupert's. And then Dawn's the next day.
She almost didn't want to wear it today. She had wanted to wear something special. Something that he had given her. But all of her clothes from when they were kids either didn't fit or she couldn't find them. So blue sweater.
Her hands are clenched around the small frog plushie he gave her back in high school. It's her only tangible connection to him now. Her only connection to the world.
She sees a speck of red out of the corner of her eye, surprised by its blatant show of colour. She's more surprised when she realises that he's showed up. Silently excusing herself from the small graveside crowd, she walks slowly over to him.
"Looks like it's just you & me, Red."
Willow nods. "Anya called me yesterday. D'Hoffryn tracked down the demon who did it. He's dead now. But that won't help us. They'll still come."
"Demons are persistent buggers when it comes to getting what they want." Spike kicks the ground meaningfully. "And we just happen to be the only things blocking them."
"I'm tired of it. I'm ready to welcome the end. We won't last much longer, a witch & a vampire. They've destroyed a Slayer, a Watcher, & a Key. We won't prove too difficult."
The blond vampire lit a new cigarette, crushing the butt of the previous one under his boot. "Want to get out of here?"
"Where would we go? L.A., to Angel? London, to the Council?"
"I was thinking more of Prague. It's quite pretty this time of the year."