Timeline: Post-S5, after Buffy comes back from the dead.
Summary: fighting in the dark...
I own nothing of this except maybe my POV of it. That includes the me-not-owning-characters part as well. I would be better though, because Joss wasn't doing that good of a job with the last five seasons if you ask me. He should have kept Buffy and Angel together, and put things in through there....
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Darkness.
It's all around us.
It hides in the light and finds the nearest corner to hang on to.
It's in everyone, and everything.
It is everywhere, even in the light
Look into the sun with a straight face and you get a black hole with a ring of light that makes your eyes water.
Look into fire and you get the blues and purples until your sight starts to fail, and you see something.
I sometimes wonder how it is to be blind. You only see darkness, so you don't have to know what the light is like.
I saw the light once.
It was the most beautiful, happiest place I had ever been. It was warm and I was loved. All there was was light.
And then I woke up. And it was dark, and I clawed my way from my grave. But I only saw the dark. How can you see dark?
I saw nothing but it besides what you might think. There was fire, and there were people and things burning.
I was not in control and I fought in the darkness.
It was dark for three months until I got a call.
It was Him. I left and followed the sounds to a place I had met him once, and I saw the light again. We talked, now 'm not sure what about.
We gazed at each other. The want, the need, the temptation was there. I wanted my light. I wanted to devour it and get it inside me where it would never come out.
But we didn't give in for the sake of our sanity, not that it would have changed it much. It would probably have been better if we had taken it; but we didn't.
And we split again, and the light got further and further away until I could not pinpoint it except for a string of connection that has always been there.
It is love, and it is pure light.
It is the only refuge in this darkness that wants to swallow me hole.
Now, I am afraid of the dark. It swallowed me whole, and the slayer got it out.
She doesn't like the dark either anymore. She is just as mad at the world and our friends fro bringing us back. But we hold onto the love and do not tell them that we were in the light. We were the light.
We hunt in the dark, but come back to the house and keep the lights on in the bedroom and bathroom on.
She is made to be ion the darkness, but she is no longer part of it.
Yet at the same time, she is the darkness as I am of the darkness.
But we wait, biding our time until we have our light in the darkness to make us whole again.
One day, we will be of the light once more. But we don't care as much. We want our light that is in the darkness without us. He needs us as we need him.
Darkness.
It is all around us. It is in everyone and everything. It is all.
But with love, we lose the darkness and becoming nothing in everything, and all. But then it is not dark and we are whole.
I just hope we still are sane by the time we catch a break.
Darkness.
We are fighting. But I am not sure how long we can keep it up. We are fighting blind, following the connection of love.