Title: Ghosts
Author: Faith
Part: 1/?
Rating: Haven't decided yet.
Disclaimer: I own only the whacked out ideas in my head. Not Spike, but I can
dream.
Distribution: Send it, just let me know where it's going.
Feedback: Of course. Babydevil1317328@aol.com or at
spikesslaves@yahoogroups.com
The graveyard had never looked as foreboding as it did that afternoon. Even
with all the people around, it still the scared the hell outta Buffy. She was
concentrating more on the freshly dug grave than on the words the pastor was
saying. She caught the last phrase that was being said. Then they began
filling the grave.
Her eyes were filled with tears as the pastor concluded with:
Earth to earth,
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
The Lord bless her and keep her,
the Lord makes his face to shine
upon her and be gracious to her,
the Lord lift up his countenance
upon her and give her peace. Amen
The tears gave way. Buffy rested her head on the comforting shoulder of
Xander. The wet tears glided silently onto Xander's dress suit and soaked a
patch of it through. She and him stood like that until everyone but the
Scoobies had left.
"Buffy, I think you'd better go home." Willow looked at her best friend with
concern. She was really starting to worry about her. She had lost at least 10
lbs in a week, and her normal, vibrant face was drawn and pale. Her eating
habits had taken a turn for the worst. If Dawn weren't here...
Dawn had been staring at the final resting place for her mother for over an
hour. She hadn't cried a tear. Instead, she was mapping out the entire grave
in her mind so she could return there that night with the flowers and potion.
Dawn had decided that if Joyce must die, she was at least going to be
remembered by the whole town.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Night fell and Buffy was still at the graveyard. She hadn't moved since the
funeral. Giles had taken care of the paying of people. Now she had nothing to
do. She walked to a nearby cypress tree and sat down. Her mind was full of
images of before her mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor, before the
divorce, before the "birth" of Dawn, when it was just her and mom and dad.
He still hadn't called. You'd think he'd call to check on his daughters. Just
goes to show you...
"Don't think like that Buffy." The whisper of a voice was barely audible over
the howling of the wind.
It was barely audible, but she would recognize that voice anywhere.
"Mommy?"
In front of her, in a white gown that may have been a dress from happier
days, was the iridescent form of her mother. She looked happier than Buffy
had ever seen her, and she seemed more happy and full of life.
Buffy started crying and sprinted to her mother's open arms. Just as she
reached Joyce, the figure dissappeared. But not without a few words of
encouragement:
"You can do it Buffy, baby. Take care of Dawn for me. Tell Giles thank you
and that I love him. I love you and Dawn so much... Don't leave her alone
Buffy. She's so precious... You are too, my darling baby. Don't cry anymore.
Go to Dawn. She needs you."
Buffy sprinted the whole way home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Buffy got home, she went straight to Dawn's room. There was a note on
her bed.
Dear Buffy,
I went out. I'll be home soon. Don't worry about me. I'm with Spike. Love
ya.
Lots of love,
Dawn
Author: Faith
Part: 1/?
Rating: Haven't decided yet.
Disclaimer: I own only the whacked out ideas in my head. Not Spike, but I can
dream.
Distribution: Send it, just let me know where it's going.
Feedback: Of course. Babydevil1317328@aol.com or at
spikesslaves@yahoogroups.com
The graveyard had never looked as foreboding as it did that afternoon. Even
with all the people around, it still the scared the hell outta Buffy. She was
concentrating more on the freshly dug grave than on the words the pastor was
saying. She caught the last phrase that was being said. Then they began
filling the grave.
Her eyes were filled with tears as the pastor concluded with:
Earth to earth,
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
The Lord bless her and keep her,
the Lord makes his face to shine
upon her and be gracious to her,
the Lord lift up his countenance
upon her and give her peace. Amen
The tears gave way. Buffy rested her head on the comforting shoulder of
Xander. The wet tears glided silently onto Xander's dress suit and soaked a
patch of it through. She and him stood like that until everyone but the
Scoobies had left.
"Buffy, I think you'd better go home." Willow looked at her best friend with
concern. She was really starting to worry about her. She had lost at least 10
lbs in a week, and her normal, vibrant face was drawn and pale. Her eating
habits had taken a turn for the worst. If Dawn weren't here...
Dawn had been staring at the final resting place for her mother for over an
hour. She hadn't cried a tear. Instead, she was mapping out the entire grave
in her mind so she could return there that night with the flowers and potion.
Dawn had decided that if Joyce must die, she was at least going to be
remembered by the whole town.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Night fell and Buffy was still at the graveyard. She hadn't moved since the
funeral. Giles had taken care of the paying of people. Now she had nothing to
do. She walked to a nearby cypress tree and sat down. Her mind was full of
images of before her mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor, before the
divorce, before the "birth" of Dawn, when it was just her and mom and dad.
He still hadn't called. You'd think he'd call to check on his daughters. Just
goes to show you...
"Don't think like that Buffy." The whisper of a voice was barely audible over
the howling of the wind.
It was barely audible, but she would recognize that voice anywhere.
"Mommy?"
In front of her, in a white gown that may have been a dress from happier
days, was the iridescent form of her mother. She looked happier than Buffy
had ever seen her, and she seemed more happy and full of life.
Buffy started crying and sprinted to her mother's open arms. Just as she
reached Joyce, the figure dissappeared. But not without a few words of
encouragement:
"You can do it Buffy, baby. Take care of Dawn for me. Tell Giles thank you
and that I love him. I love you and Dawn so much... Don't leave her alone
Buffy. She's so precious... You are too, my darling baby. Don't cry anymore.
Go to Dawn. She needs you."
Buffy sprinted the whole way home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Buffy got home, she went straight to Dawn's room. There was a note on
her bed.
Dear Buffy,
I went out. I'll be home soon. Don't worry about me. I'm with Spike. Love
ya.
Lots of love,
Dawn