Something felt wrong as she was fighting Angel ... Angelus. Well then again nothing felt right in these past few months since that eventful night where he had lost his soul. She knew this was the end and that it was kill or be killed but deep down in her heart she knew that even if she won, she would lose. They had been going back and forth with the swords , sparks flying up at an alarming rate. She was gasping for air with every swipe and even though he didn't need to breathe, she knew from her training that Angelus' strength was waning as well. She saw his death fast approaching as well as the shattering of her own heart.
Xander Harris was never a man of impulse, He was a man that always calculated the risk and then let someone else make the decisions. He wants to make sure Willow is ok and Giles is taken care of so for some strange reason when he sees the desoto with the blacked out windows he shoves Giles in and then flies back to the hospital. He tells the emergency people that he found this man half beaten to death by a gang high on pcp and that if they need to ask him any questions he will be in the Rosenburg room. As he reaches his destination je sees the others just standing in fear as his friend sits there chanting in some dead language with eyes as black as coal. It feels like ice running through his veins as he just feels that this is the beginning of the end for his best friend so he doesn't hesitate for a second as he grabs the glowing orb and throws it to the floor.
Spike sighs as he scoops up Dru. He was hoping against hope that he wasn't going to have to knock her out but again he underestimated her royal barminess and her need to be a constant pain in his ass. He loved her to undeath but sometimes just sometimes she could really get on his nerves. Ah well, Pretty soon they would be under the South American moon sipping on tourists faraway from Sunnyhell no more Poof, no more Slayer and her band of merry gits. If he had tap shoes, he would bloody well dance a jig. He watched the slayer and Angel dance the dance of death and was just about to leave when he felt the need to not to. He was in such a trance like state that he didn't even notice the body in his arms stirring.
Buffy didn't even notice Spike standing in the entryway as the clang of metal on metal reverberated in her ears. Then that feeling plagued her again, nothing here ws real, nothing here was right, things were taking place that never should have been. This feeling distracted her as Angelus took his swipe at her and seemed to loose his footing just enough for Buffy to deal that killing stroke. Time stood still as the wind and sound seemed to be sucked into the waiting jaws of Acathla. The blade slipped through the space between them like it was sliding through water and her inward gulp of air felt like it took an eternity. She doesn't know what happens first, she hears Spike's almost death like cry as Drusilla jumps between her blade and Angelus and they are both sucked into Hell
They stood there in the blackness of the mansion for what seemed like an eternity. They were numb to what had just happened. Spike smelt the blood before Buffy even realized it was there and for some reason he had caught her before she collapsed. He looked down at wound in her stomach which a steady flow of blood was now pouring out of. Maybe it was him being half crazy with grief but he tried to staunch the bleeding as tears streamed down his face. It was her hands that stopped him.
"Spike … I'm not … going to make it … ... and I'm alright with that" He was frozen as the full meaning of her words flowed from her steady gaze to his; "Slayers don't get a gold watch and I'm … just tired … so very very tired".
" Thanks for helping me save the world even if it was for your own selfish reasons. No matter how much of a monster you are … you always keep ... your word … so while I'm still your temporary ally I need to ask for it once more … don't kill them … please … you know what loss is like and … I'm just asking you … don't kill them …" He nodded without a second thought " Her skin was whitening by the second and her breaths were becoming short and hollow " Spike … please tell ... my mom … that I love her ... and that ….I'm... sorry" She choked out in between tears. Spikes heart hadn't moved in over a century but in that last 15 minutes his immortal beloved had died and his mortal enemy was now bleeding to death at his feet, his heart felt shredded and what he thought once would be the greatest death of them all was just a bleedin tragedy.
She laughed and he could see it took almost all her energy to do it. "my last moments …. spent with one of my worst … enemies and we're not...even locked in combat " . "You died saving the world, Slayer, something that you've done more than once so I think the fates will take it easy on ya" Spike smirked and wiped the hair sticking to her face.
" The funny thing is … Spike … that I always thought it … would be ...you … Spike... from the moment I met you … I thought it … was just … inevitable that I would be your lucky number Thre..."
It was surreal when that last heartbeat echoed through his brain and then the rest was silence.
He closed her eyes and he crossed her arms and then for the first time a vampire without a soul cried for the loss of the Slayer.