The Truth Can Kill
A/N:- usual disclaimers apply
She dodged the trident, tripping over the gravestone behind her. struggling to stand she shielded her face and head from the attacking strikes.
"Not so tough now, Slayer."
The demons jeered and Buffy flipped back onto her feet, dealing the Fygmaliah a full roundhouse punch, followed with several sidearm blows which sent him hurtling into his partner. Regaining her ground, Buffy slipped a dagger from her belt and threw it, aiming for the demon's heart. The dagger hit home and she flung out her fist, feeling it come into contact with the other demon's jaw.
Spike stood a while off, watching. His love for her was tearing his insides apart and tears etched their familiar pattern down his face as he remembered her rejection. It was a flat refusal. Denial. She loved him almost as much as he loved her, if not more but she wouldn't - couldn't - accept it. She had ordered him to keep away from her. Never to interfere. Never to come into her sight. Ever. He was obeying. This all hurt so much, the chip may have been removed but she had done something. He didn't know what, just something that caused him to feel this way. He could have drained that boy the other night. But he didn't. He didn't because he knew it would hurt her.
He watched with a heart felt silence as she threw herself at the remaining Fygmaliah demon. Grabbing hold of it's neck she wrestled with it, knocking him to the floor and planting the heel of her high-heeled boots into it's face. She never saw the other one till it was too late. Neither did Spike. Ignoring her orders, the vampire rushed to her aid, only to have her limp, dying body thrust into his arms.
The dying Slayer looked down at her chest where a fencing sabre had been thrust through her torso. She looked up and into Spike's tearfilled eyes,
"I lied."
With that last input, the oldest living Slayer in history passed away, the only witness the man she loved more than anything else in the world. More than Angel. Spike.
The blonde vampire kissed her lightly on the forehead and looked off in the direction the demon had gone. Pulling the sabre from the Slayer's chest, he vowed revenge.
He stopped and looked at her body lying on the ground like a ragdoll then looked at the weapon in his hand. Then at Giles who happened to be coming around the corner. His eyes fell on the blonde vampire,
"Spike? I - " Then on Buffy.
He whipped a stake from his jacket pocket and lunged, assuming the worst. Spike on the other hand didn't seem to be bothered. He quite happily fought the Ripper and didn't even curse when he staked his arm.
But the vampire was holding back. Giles saw this and stopped in mid-kick.
Seeing the look in his eyes, Giles smiled sadly.
"She told you."
"Yeah. She did. Now lets get this over with."
The two men stood so they were either side of the Slayer's body.
Giles took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Spike huffed,
"How are you gonna hit if you can't see?"
Opening his eyes again, Giles plunged the stake into the vampire's unbeating heart. Just before his existence ended in a cloud of ashes, Spike smiled,
"Thanks, mate."
The Watcher sighed as these last words were carried away on the wind, away from Hellmouth and all things that were Sunnyhell.
A/N:- usual disclaimers apply
She dodged the trident, tripping over the gravestone behind her. struggling to stand she shielded her face and head from the attacking strikes.
"Not so tough now, Slayer."
The demons jeered and Buffy flipped back onto her feet, dealing the Fygmaliah a full roundhouse punch, followed with several sidearm blows which sent him hurtling into his partner. Regaining her ground, Buffy slipped a dagger from her belt and threw it, aiming for the demon's heart. The dagger hit home and she flung out her fist, feeling it come into contact with the other demon's jaw.
Spike stood a while off, watching. His love for her was tearing his insides apart and tears etched their familiar pattern down his face as he remembered her rejection. It was a flat refusal. Denial. She loved him almost as much as he loved her, if not more but she wouldn't - couldn't - accept it. She had ordered him to keep away from her. Never to interfere. Never to come into her sight. Ever. He was obeying. This all hurt so much, the chip may have been removed but she had done something. He didn't know what, just something that caused him to feel this way. He could have drained that boy the other night. But he didn't. He didn't because he knew it would hurt her.
He watched with a heart felt silence as she threw herself at the remaining Fygmaliah demon. Grabbing hold of it's neck she wrestled with it, knocking him to the floor and planting the heel of her high-heeled boots into it's face. She never saw the other one till it was too late. Neither did Spike. Ignoring her orders, the vampire rushed to her aid, only to have her limp, dying body thrust into his arms.
The dying Slayer looked down at her chest where a fencing sabre had been thrust through her torso. She looked up and into Spike's tearfilled eyes,
"I lied."
With that last input, the oldest living Slayer in history passed away, the only witness the man she loved more than anything else in the world. More than Angel. Spike.
The blonde vampire kissed her lightly on the forehead and looked off in the direction the demon had gone. Pulling the sabre from the Slayer's chest, he vowed revenge.
He stopped and looked at her body lying on the ground like a ragdoll then looked at the weapon in his hand. Then at Giles who happened to be coming around the corner. His eyes fell on the blonde vampire,
"Spike? I - " Then on Buffy.
He whipped a stake from his jacket pocket and lunged, assuming the worst. Spike on the other hand didn't seem to be bothered. He quite happily fought the Ripper and didn't even curse when he staked his arm.
But the vampire was holding back. Giles saw this and stopped in mid-kick.
Seeing the look in his eyes, Giles smiled sadly.
"She told you."
"Yeah. She did. Now lets get this over with."
The two men stood so they were either side of the Slayer's body.
Giles took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Spike huffed,
"How are you gonna hit if you can't see?"
Opening his eyes again, Giles plunged the stake into the vampire's unbeating heart. Just before his existence ended in a cloud of ashes, Spike smiled,
"Thanks, mate."
The Watcher sighed as these last words were carried away on the wind, away from Hellmouth and all things that were Sunnyhell.