To Part Now-
To Part
Now-
Last Part of "What We Lost Collection"
by: Isabelle
-Disclaimer: I do not own any of
the characters, they are all Joss. Lyrics Whenever You Call by
Mariah Carey.
-Summary: Sequel to "In
Exile", Spike races against time to save Buffy's life.
-Distribution: People who have
contacted me and I've given them an ok, other than that please
ask!
-Rating: PG-13 (Language,
Violence)
-Author's Note: Feed me
FEEDBACK!!!! :) bih80@yahoo.com
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Love wandered inside
Stronger than you, Stronger
than I
And now that it has begun
We cannot turn back
We can only turn into one
She wandered alone, late night,
dark night, cold night. Drifting off in her thoughts, at times
she could almost hear him coming, nearer and nearer. But the
feeling would disappear, fade away into the late, dark, cold
night.
Holding tight to her sword at
hand, all senses alert, just waiting for that precise moment that
the creature would dare show its face.
She hated killing demons, they
were so messy, leaving a corpse behind and their blood usually
did not go with her outfits. So she had dressed down, nothing
fancy, it's not like she was out to impress anybody.
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I won't ever be too far to
feel you
And I wont hesitate at all
Whenever you call
And I'll always remember the
part of you so tender
I'll be the one to catch your
fall
Whenever you call
Spike raced through town, breaking
all speed limits, eating all stop signs, going through every red
light. He didn't care, his entire thoughts were concentrated in
the petite woman who was currently patrolling all alone and in
great danger.
He could hear the mock laughter of
the crazy man ringing on his ear "You'll be too late,
vampire". He'll never forgive himself if he let
anything happen to her when he was able to prevent it.
He knew exactly were she'd be at,
he knew all her nightly patrols, he could even picture what she
was wearing, probably something casual, specially this late into
the morning hours. He knew he would be risking it, but he would
rather fry in the sunlight than let her die.
Approching the cementary were she
was at, he parked his car as far as it could go in and jumped out
not even turning the engine off. He flew over the hood and began
running, running as fast as his legs could carry him. He ran like
the wind, like this entire universe depended on his destination,
well it did. At least his universe, she died and so did he.
He stopped and smelled the night
air and found it, her scent. He picked up his pace again and he
followed the scent of the woman he loved.
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And I'm truly inspired,
finding my soul
There in your eyes
And you have opened my heart
And lifted me inside
By showing me yourself,
undisguised
Buffy felt when the creature
approached but she was ready for the bastard. She abruptly turned
to stare at her opponet and there it was, six feet tall, poo-poo
brown, and one horn coming out the middle of his forehead.
"Well hello, beautiful, glad
you could join me." She said standing on her fighting pose.
The demon lashed out at her and
she ducked it, landing behind him and rapidly kicking him hard on
his spinal muscle. The creature roared in annoyance with the
slayer, she smiled playfully. "Did I do that?" she
asked innocently.
The creature attacked her again
hitting her face and sending her flying, bumping against a tree.
She quickly got up and lashed at
it with her holy sword, it slashed his arms. The demon cried out
in pain but wasted no time and grabbed her neck, lifting her up
into the air.
Buffy thought quickly, bringing
her heavy sword she ran it through the creature as she tried not
to choke.
The animal let her go and stumbled
on to the ground, falling in a heap of green blood and guts.
"Now that was
disgusting!" She thought as she lifted herself from the
ground, she looked over to the monster, he was dead.
She led out a large sigh, all
in a nights work.
She bend down and pulled the large
sword from the creatures chest, she liked that sword, it reminded
her of Simbad. Buffy looked down at the disfigured corpse and
grimaced.
Spike would have liked to kill
this one. She thought saddly. Damn, happy thoughts,
think happy.....
"BUFFY!!"
Her boy froze.
"Slayer!"
She turned, could it be him?
Was she dreaming?
But she saw him, running to her as
fast as he could. She dropped her sword as her heart lifted with
hapines. He was back!
"Buffy!" he cried out as
he saw, she was alright. Thank God!
I wont ever be too far to feel
you
And I wont hesitate at all
Whenever you call
And I'll always remember, the
part of you so tender
I'll be the one to catch your
fall
Whenever you call
A large smile grew on her face,
cause by pure delighted happiness, she did not care why he was
back or that she must look of fright, but that he was back. She
wanted to run to his arms, those arms that had held her so many
times and protected her in the nights, from those demons she
could not fight. And there he was!
"Spike!" she whispered
in contentment.
He saw her smile and wanted to
grab her and never let her go. He had missed that smile so much,
the perfect teeth, the lines that her face made near her eyes,
indicating signs of aging too mature for her indicated age. His
Buffy. His Slayer. His girl.
As relief turned into horror as he
saw the beast that was lying on the floor by her feet jump up at
supernatural speed and horn his love through her stomach.
"NO!!!!" He screamed to
the top of his lungs as his feet could not carry him fast enough
and she was too pre-occupied with him to notice the demon rise.
She felt hot-cold pain go through
her body, but she did not take her eyes off Spike. All her senses
screamed that this was her moment. And she knew it, but she
wanted to look at him one last time. She wanted to tell him that
she loved him but as she spoke only blood came out of her mouth,
she could feel the coppery taste bubbling through her teeth and
down her soiled shirt.
It felt like being lifted, as if
the last words were not meant to be, like all the moments that
flashed before her were enough to tell all tales off fallen
slayers and lost loves.
Spike launched foward as the
slayer's body lumped to the ground, he ran to the weak demon and
lashing out with all his furry grabbed its head and twisted it
off.
He felt the strength and power
running through his veins, it was born out of pain, anger and
vengeance. The dead body of the demon fell to his feet.
Spike wasted no time and croached
next to his love. He craddeled her on his arms, but couldn't say
a word. Afraid that if he asked she would not answer, and if he
stayed silent perhaps he could prevent the entire thing from
happening, making it less real, making it a dream.
"Spike?" she whispered
through bloody lips.
He swallowed hard and heavy, he
could hear her heart beat dropping and slowing to a peaceful
state.
"Yeah, pet?" He asked
realizing that there were water dropplets falling on her face,
clear dropplets that marked her pure face with his anguish and
pain, his realization of failure, his inability to save the one
thing he loved more than anything in this world.
And I will breath for you each
day
Comfort you through all the
pain, gently kiss you fears away
You can turn to me and cry
Always understand that I
Give you all I am inside
"Kiss me. Kiss me as if it
were the last time." she whispered to him as her eyes
fluttered open with much difficulty.
He let out a sob as he lowered his
face and genlty kissed her blood-bathed lips.
The kiss was gentle, the kiss was
a goodbye, a thank you for all those times I will not mention,
and a 'I will always remeber you' kiss.
"Buffy, please hang on, I'm
gonna get you help. You're gonna be alright." he cried as
she gently smiled at him.
"I...I love you." she
whispered.
He composed his emotional strength
and lifted her easily into his arms and started running towards
his car.
"Hold on, baby. You're gonna
make it."
He raced through the shirt path
that led to his Desoto and gently placed her in the passenger
seat. She was unconscious but alive, he could still hear her
faint but strong heartbeat.
He jumped behing the well and
drove out. "You're gonna make it, luv. I'll be dammed if you
die on the seat of my car."
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I wont ever be too far to feel
you
And I won't hesitate at all
Whenever you call
And I'll always remember the
part of you so tender
I'll be the one to catch your
fall
Whenever you call
The black vintage classic made an
abrupt halt at the doors of the emergency room and a pale young
man jumped out of the drivers seat and raced to the passenger
side and took out a frail bloody body of blonde girl. He gathered
her as if she were the most important thing in his unlife.
The stormed into the room and
yelled for help. Nurses came immedietly to loom at the condition
of the semi-conscious girl and thier faces fell in realization
that this one was not going to make it.
She's strong he said, she'll make
it, she just needs blood, she's lost too much, he kept saying.
They brought out a stretcher and he rapidly placed her on it.
She opened her eyes as he let her
go.
"Don't leave me." she
whispered to him.
"Never." he replied
quickly kissing her forehead before they raced with her body down
the long white hall.
He watched helpless as she
disappeared through the corridors and it took all his strength
not to run after hr and hold her in his arms.
He felt like his heart was being
ripped to pieces, as if the moment they took her, they took him
too.
He looked at the nurse that was
talking to him asking him unimportant questions about family name
and things he really didn't know. He only knew one thing the girl
was his life and he loved her and she was going to live. That's
all he knew, he forgot everything, he didn't remember his name,
her name, what happened.
Why couldn't they ask simple
questions, questions he knew the answers to without doubt.
Answers he should have told the dying girl before it was too
late, before his lips were dripping with her blood, before his
car stunk of dead spirits, before she whispered things to him
that he had never told her.
He looked down at his bloody
hands, hands that missed pure substances of life, blood, tears,
and dirt.
He looked up to the dark nurse
that was asking him if he was alright. He looked at her with
tears running down his cheeks and blood dripping from his lips.
"Please don't let her
die." he whispered to the kind face.
She looked at him for a moment and
gently squeezed his upper arm, giving him an understanding smile
and walked away.
He didn't get no "She'll be
alright, We'll do the best we can, She's strong she'll pull
through, It wasn't that bad, She'll be good as new in no
time." He only got a smile, That smile that meant
we have no control.
He had no control. If she was
fated to die, then powers that were above had made that decision
and no matter how fast he ran, how much he shouted her name into
the dark cold night, the silent thunder of heaven had given its
veredict.
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I wont ever be too far to feel
you
And I won't hesitate at all
Whenever you call
Spike had sat stoned face for
about half and hour when he saw a doctor emerge from the doors
they took Buffy through.
He walked up to Spike and looked
him over carefully.
"Were you the one who came in
with the young lady and the stomach wound?" the elder man
asked.
"Is she alright, is she dead,
can I see her?" Spike spit out too quickly as he stood to
meet the man.
The man took off his glasses and
sighted. "She's alive and recovering. The girl had
surprising healing abilities, astounding..."
"Yes, yes, I know, but is she
alright?" Spike asked impatiently.
The man smiled. "She's
unconscious right now, but in a couple of hours she'll be
alright."
Spike without thinking lashed out
and hugged the man, who froze and awkwardly patted the young man
on the back.
Spike pulled back embarrassed by
his performance and looked to the floor. "Can I see
'her?" he asked.
The doctor looked at his face
carefully and replaced his glasses. "For a couple of
minutes, she needs her rest, you understand?"
Spike nodded in thanks and
followed the man down a series of corridors that led to the
critical condition private rooms.
He stopped in front of the door
and opened it carefully. "You have five minutes." he
told Spike quietly.
"Thank You." Spike
replied gratefully as he waled through the door and into the
darked room.
The door shut gently behind him as
he looked up to the bed were she slept peacefully.
She looked angelic, placid,
tranquil. The dim light on the nightstand gave the room a halcyon
look that screamed all the opposites traits of a slayer and her
worries.
He slowly walked to the bedside to
look at her. She was pale, but her heartbeat was steady, which
was a good sign. A small tube went through her nostrils and an
angry neadle was securely tapped on her small swollen hand.
He wanted to rip it all away and
take her out of there. He knew she hated hospitals, she would not
be happy when she woke up.
Gently he held her small hand,
carefully not to touch the IV and kissed it and he bend down to
look at her better.
"I'm sorry, pet." he
whispered. His eyes traveled to her face and he frowned when he
realized she couldn't hear him.
He gently brushed a fallen strand
of hair from her face. He loved her so much he could just combust
of feeling at this moment.
"I love you, baby." he
whispered as he gently kissed her swollen lips. He could feel the
warmth of her skin burning his pale lips and with all the
strength he could muster he let her go.
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I won't ever be too far to
feel you
And I wont hesitate at all
Whenever you call
And I'll always remember the
part of you so tender
I'll be the one to catch your
fall
When ever you call
The black clad figure walked up to
the nurses desk in a slow central motion. The tired woman looked
at him and frowned. Here comes another one.
"Please make sure that Miss.
Summers receives this." he said as he handed her an
envelope.
She looked at him indifferently
and nodded as she took the white envelope that read
"Slayer".
He looked at her and walked away,
not pausing, no turning, just walking away.
He bumped into a man in the hall
and without looking back he excused himself and walked down his
lonely path.
The man he bumped into looked at
the mumbled apologetic man and stopped as he recognized the
bleached blonde head.
The brunette looked from the
nurses station to the black duster and rushed to the tired woman
on the desk.
"Excuse me? What did that man
want?" he asked.
She looked at him through her
thick glasses. "Who are you?" she asked tiredly.
"Alexander Harris, what did
that man with the blonde hair want?" Xander asked
impatiently.
"Leaving something for Miss.
Summers." she replied and looked back down at her paper
work.
"Can I see what he
left?" he asked thirstily.
She looked at him skeptically and
raised a doubtful eyebrow.
"Listen I am her best friend
and I NEED to know what he left." he said sternly.
The woman couldn't care less and
reached out and handed the man the envelope that had been left.
Xander took the envelope and
opened it quickly, not bothering with being kind or gentle.
He took a relatively short note
out and read the well scripted ancient writing.
Buffy,
I really don't know what to
say except that I love you. I've always loved you and I swear on
all that I hold dear that I will always love you. But We cannot
be.
No matter how much I love you
and you love me I will always be a vampire and you will always be
the slayer. And all we have to keep are those short yet priceless
moments of happiness that will live in my memories for an eternity.
I know you will hate me for
what I am doing, I know you'll think that you'll never survive,
but I know you Summers, you will get through this and you will
survive.
Tonight you were not meant to
die but I was mean to leave. Please don't think of it as if I
left you, but more like we let each other go. Your fairy tale has
not ended, your prince will come someday, and someday you will
understand.
You will not see me again, but
I will. I will see you in every corner at every moment in time. I
will never leave you. When you feel alone and sad, unsure and
depressed remember this: I am there, with you, in spirit and in
soul.
Take care my love,
Until Forever,
William
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"Then it don't matter. I'll
be all aroun' in the dark. I'll be ever'where--wherever you can
look. Wherever there's a fight so hungry people can eat, I'll be
there. Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there,
I'll be in the way guys yell where they're mad--an' I'll be in
the way kids laugh when they're hungry an' they know supper's
ready. An' when the people are eatin' the stuff they raise, an'
livin' in the houses they built, I'll be there too. "
from The Grapes of Wrath
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THE END.