The sunshine flooded golden in the garden beyond the open kitchen door. Laughter filtered with the breeze through the windows. Willow sang softly to herself as she washed carrots for a salad.
Buffy and Xander came in through the kitchen door and usurped the sink to wash the dirt off their hands from pulling weeds in the flower beds.
Giles sat at the kitchen table writing in a journal, HIS journal. He smiled at them as his pen moved with fluidity across the page. Willow smiled back, walked over, and threw her arms around his shoulders in a warm hug.
Giles chuckled, "Now what was that for?"
"Can't a daughter-", Willow started to say, but she was cut off as the sky suddenly filled with darkness. Buffy and Xander stopped their joking and Buffy turned to the window quickly, her long blonde hair swinging behind her slowly.
"It's the end," she said softly.
Giles stood up slowly and laid the journal gently on the table.
The young people drew closer to him and he laid a hand on Xander's shoulder. "Don't be frightened, Xander," he said as the smell of sulfur filled the air.
An inhuman laugh came from the garden that had been so full of light only moments earlier. Angelus swaggered in the open door uninvited. His lips and chin were covered in dark blood.
"The moon is bleeding, Rupert!" he shouted. "She's dieing for me tonight!"
Giles could not stop him as he reached out and grabbed Willow by her hair and pulled her to him. "The moon bleeds," he whispered just before sinking his teeth into the flesh of her neck.
She did not cry out but for as long as she was conscious her eyes were locked on Giles.
Angelus killed Buffy and Xander in the same way, all the while Giles stood powerless. When three, still warm, bodies lay on the floor...
Giles woke up with a sob trapped in his chest. He felt sick, the images from his nightmare still fresh in his mind.
"Oh Gods," he said as he ran his hand through his hair and reached out with the other for his glasses.
Buffy and Xander came in through the kitchen door and usurped the sink to wash the dirt off their hands from pulling weeds in the flower beds.
Giles sat at the kitchen table writing in a journal, HIS journal. He smiled at them as his pen moved with fluidity across the page. Willow smiled back, walked over, and threw her arms around his shoulders in a warm hug.
Giles chuckled, "Now what was that for?"
"Can't a daughter-", Willow started to say, but she was cut off as the sky suddenly filled with darkness. Buffy and Xander stopped their joking and Buffy turned to the window quickly, her long blonde hair swinging behind her slowly.
"It's the end," she said softly.
Giles stood up slowly and laid the journal gently on the table.
The young people drew closer to him and he laid a hand on Xander's shoulder. "Don't be frightened, Xander," he said as the smell of sulfur filled the air.
An inhuman laugh came from the garden that had been so full of light only moments earlier. Angelus swaggered in the open door uninvited. His lips and chin were covered in dark blood.
"The moon is bleeding, Rupert!" he shouted. "She's dieing for me tonight!"
Giles could not stop him as he reached out and grabbed Willow by her hair and pulled her to him. "The moon bleeds," he whispered just before sinking his teeth into the flesh of her neck.
She did not cry out but for as long as she was conscious her eyes were locked on Giles.
Angelus killed Buffy and Xander in the same way, all the while Giles stood powerless. When three, still warm, bodies lay on the floor...
Giles woke up with a sob trapped in his chest. He felt sick, the images from his nightmare still fresh in his mind.
"Oh Gods," he said as he ran his hand through his hair and reached out with the other for his glasses.
