They're dying all around me. Willow was the first to fall. The vampire impaled her with her own stake. She had been trying to drive it into his chest, but it grabbed her wrist, turned it, and stuck it all the way into her gut. I was sure I could see the tip pushing against the skin in her back. I'd looked to the right and thrown up. There was no sitting down. The chains were too tight around my wrist.
Tara was next. After she had seen what had happened to Willow she started speaking in a language I had never heard. Vampires started dusting right and left. But she didn't see the one behind her. It grabbed her neck and twisted it, severing her spinal cord. Then it ripped into her neck, tearing at the flesh, her blood cascading down the front of his shirt and down his dead throat.
Oz had come for the fight, after we had found out what had been happening, the increased death rate, and the mysterious presents... he had been here in a hurry. He was in his wolf mode at the moment. Tearing the throat out of vampires, not killing them. Giles was always right behind him with the stake. But when he lunged, the demon sidestepped. His hairy arm caught Oz's throat and slammed him back into Giles. Oz got so confused he slashed Giles' stomach right open. The look in Giles' eyes... it was pure horror. He had always seen himself dying in battle, but he never expected that someone from his own side would be doing the killing. After Oz realized what he had done he let out this bellow, I'm not sure if it really was Oz or the wolf really. When he spun around to attack the demon was ready and killed him like he had done to so many vampires. He grabbed his throat and ripped it away.
Then there was only Buffy. A glimmer of hope ran through me as I thought that I'd be saved. But I knew that she'd die to. And it was all my fault. I watched as they circled each other. They lunged and it was over that quick. The sword, which had been hidden behind his back, swung out and went straight through his chest. "This looks familiar lover." He said, his eyes as black as coal. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and fell, then locked eyes with me. I mouthed 'I'm sorry' but it did no good. She was dying. And with that her eyes became dark, and then closed.
I let out a sob and pulled on my chains. He had planned this all along. I hadn't had a clue that when he called me to join him in LA that I'd find him evil again. Or that I'd find Wesley and Cordelia dead either. And the way he had killed them. He said it was something he had done a long time ago and was just itching to do again.
He had killed Wesley by breaking his neck. He left his eyes open and his mouth in that circle of horror. He had kept Cordy alive. She was still screaming when he had led me away from the scene. They were both naked, strapped to each other face to face. Wesley was hung from the rafters in their business. Cordy was standing on a chair. He had given her the choice. To die a slow painful death of dehydration and starvation, or to chew Wesley's head off. He knew what she'd choose, but still there was the choice.
And then he brought me back to Sunnydale. To kill everyone I'd ever loved. Anyone that had ever loved… or even tolerated him. He'd broken my arms so there was nothing I could do to stop him. So after everything was done he came over, his yellow eyes gleaming. "You ready to die Harris?"
"I'm already dead." I said, not opening my eyes. His hand slapped me hard. My vision blurred but I didn't make a noise.
"Well I hope you enjoyed the show." He said, before lightly turning my head. He brought his mouth to my throat and pressed his fangs in slowly, almost erotically. That's when he savagely bit me, ripped my throat. The last thing that echoed through my brain was 'I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.'
Tara was next. After she had seen what had happened to Willow she started speaking in a language I had never heard. Vampires started dusting right and left. But she didn't see the one behind her. It grabbed her neck and twisted it, severing her spinal cord. Then it ripped into her neck, tearing at the flesh, her blood cascading down the front of his shirt and down his dead throat.
Oz had come for the fight, after we had found out what had been happening, the increased death rate, and the mysterious presents... he had been here in a hurry. He was in his wolf mode at the moment. Tearing the throat out of vampires, not killing them. Giles was always right behind him with the stake. But when he lunged, the demon sidestepped. His hairy arm caught Oz's throat and slammed him back into Giles. Oz got so confused he slashed Giles' stomach right open. The look in Giles' eyes... it was pure horror. He had always seen himself dying in battle, but he never expected that someone from his own side would be doing the killing. After Oz realized what he had done he let out this bellow, I'm not sure if it really was Oz or the wolf really. When he spun around to attack the demon was ready and killed him like he had done to so many vampires. He grabbed his throat and ripped it away.
Then there was only Buffy. A glimmer of hope ran through me as I thought that I'd be saved. But I knew that she'd die to. And it was all my fault. I watched as they circled each other. They lunged and it was over that quick. The sword, which had been hidden behind his back, swung out and went straight through his chest. "This looks familiar lover." He said, his eyes as black as coal. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and fell, then locked eyes with me. I mouthed 'I'm sorry' but it did no good. She was dying. And with that her eyes became dark, and then closed.
I let out a sob and pulled on my chains. He had planned this all along. I hadn't had a clue that when he called me to join him in LA that I'd find him evil again. Or that I'd find Wesley and Cordelia dead either. And the way he had killed them. He said it was something he had done a long time ago and was just itching to do again.
He had killed Wesley by breaking his neck. He left his eyes open and his mouth in that circle of horror. He had kept Cordy alive. She was still screaming when he had led me away from the scene. They were both naked, strapped to each other face to face. Wesley was hung from the rafters in their business. Cordy was standing on a chair. He had given her the choice. To die a slow painful death of dehydration and starvation, or to chew Wesley's head off. He knew what she'd choose, but still there was the choice.
And then he brought me back to Sunnydale. To kill everyone I'd ever loved. Anyone that had ever loved… or even tolerated him. He'd broken my arms so there was nothing I could do to stop him. So after everything was done he came over, his yellow eyes gleaming. "You ready to die Harris?"
"I'm already dead." I said, not opening my eyes. His hand slapped me hard. My vision blurred but I didn't make a noise.
"Well I hope you enjoyed the show." He said, before lightly turning my head. He brought his mouth to my throat and pressed his fangs in slowly, almost erotically. That's when he savagely bit me, ripped my throat. The last thing that echoed through my brain was 'I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.'