~Spike's Gift~ ~Spike's Point Of View in the moments before his death.~ Please Review ^_^ Hope Ya like.

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A/N A big thanks to Mora for pointing out a quoting mistake! I am really sorry about that, I've got it fixed now. What can I say my brain is fried. @_@

Kitsune: Don't we know it....

Rachael: Anyway on to the story ^_^ Hope you enjoy.

My soul. Burning. Light. Essence swirling, I can feel it all. The energy. The heat. The brightness. My soul. MY soul. And it's in this moment that I truly realize my gift. My gift to Buffy. Life. A chance to do things never before possible. A chance to finally live in the light, step away from the shadows, the shadows that I have dwelt within for over a century. A chance for...happiness. This girl's life has been filled with death, destruction, decay. I have been a part of that. The life of a slayer's is filled with darkness, consuming, ending only with death. Only in some cases even death isn't final, not for this slayer.

But now, now here is my chance, my gift. To give her what she deserves. Happiness. Light. Life. So as I look upon the battlefield, as the light pierces the darkness, it's my gift, to her, and to the world. Life. Light. The light of my soul spreading, consuming the dark, the darkness that has been her adversary, her companion for all of these years.

She then closes her small, delicate hand around mine. Jolting energy rushes into my body, and our eyes meet. For a moment, this moment, I can feel her soul, and she can feel mine. Our souls, essences intertwine, and I feel the true heart of the slayer. The wondrous beauty of this girl, this warrior, her strength, her willpower, and her love. Her undying love for her sister, her mother, Angel, her friends, for this world, and even for me.

The pain is sharp, severe, as I slowly burn, but all I can focus on is her beautiful, delicate face, tears shimmering in her luminous orbs. Tears of fear, gratitude, love, and many emotions even the slayer herself can probably never completely explain or understand. But I can feel it now, as we intertwine, fire forming between our hands, and I know, know that my gift is life. Life. "I love you." She speaks, voice slightly trembling, shining eyes that can express any emotion, eyes that I truly love. Now I watch as the world crashes around us, time is almost up, we both know it. As the earth trembles furiously, she stares into my eyes, for the final time I know. Time is too short, there are so many things that could be said, and I can sense her wariness to leave, her passionate never ending supply of stubbornness that I have always loved. But no, no this is my gift to her, my gift to the world.

"No, you don't. But thanks for saying it. Now go! I wanna see how it ends." I say, and she knows. She knows she has to go, before it's too late. Her eyes, her lovely eyes still shining, show understanding, she knows my true meaning. The time for goodbyes are over, she has given me more then she can ever possibly know, not the simple words, but the feelings behind it, the intimate moment shared when our hands, and hearts touched, the moment she poured her strength, her love, her very essence, into mine. We shared a moment of completeness, bonding our two hearts together, feeling as one. I smile as I watch her go, into the light.

My gift to you, my gift Buffy is life. So as the light takes the darkness, burning it away, I laugh, my gift, my wish finally fulfilled. To give this girl what she deserves. Life. Life and light. As the light takes me, my last thoughts are only of her, and her soul, momentarily intertwined within mine. Love. My love. I hope you treasure your gift. My gift. To finally give you what you deserve.

The End