The Promise
It was a night in september, the funeral had been two months ago. She alway went to the grave before she started slaying. Sometimes she just sat there and talked about anything on her mind, just like when the other was still alive.
But today she had to chase a vampire over the whole graveyard before she finally could stake him. When she came to the grave a tall dark figure was standing above it. She hid behind a nearby tree and waited for the figure to move. Based on the looks it had to be a man and he looked kinda familliar too. When he moved a bit she could see his face in the pale moonlight. It was Angel. She wondered when he had come back to Sunnydale, for as far as she knew none of the gang had seen him before. And she doubted he would go to see them anyway. She hadn't seen him for months. He hadn't been there when she finally died and, as Cordelia had told her, hadn't been in Sunnydale since. But she could sense the sadness surounding him. Even if he looked like his usual self and pretended to be O.K. But his eyes betrayed him. In them she could see all the sadness and sorrow. He couldn't hide it. Not from her.
He slowly bent over the grave and laid a single white rose on it. His movements were shakely but he did not cry. She couldn't help it, but a single tear rolled over her cheek. That was the first and only tear she could cry. All the time she felt great sorrow, anger and pain, but she couldn't cry.
He slowly stood up again and brushed over the golden letters with his hand. "Buffy Summers, beloved Sister and Friend" they read.
Then he suddenly turned and left. He didn't notice her standing hidden behind that tree. She had the urge to call out his name and help him with his pain. She couldn't help herself but wanted to make it easier for him. But she knew it would have been wrong. He had to do this alone and she was probably the last person he wanted to see. Like all of them. Nobody said it aloud, but they blamed her for the death of their friend. They didn't really understand that it was maybe hardest for her. And Angel. He had loved her. But she couldn't tell them the truth. They wouldn't belive her anyway. He made sure of that. He had told them his story even before she had time to regain her conciousness. But he'd pay for it. It was his fault. He always said, that he loved her, but then he betrayed her. And she had to pay with her life.
She sighed and turned around to leave the graveyard. But when she reached the gate she stopped for a moment. And she made a promise: She, Mags DeLuka, the last slayer that was to be, promised herself and Buffy to uncover the truth and to let them all know that it was Riley Finn, who was to blame for the death of their friend.
~ End ~
Please tell me whether you like it or not. If you like it look for
the stories, that are to follow(I hope soon). ~Lena