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uBShe/b/ubr
Written July 15th, 2001br
bSummary/b: Buffy in Nothingness, with only the First Slayer for company.br
bDisclaimer:/b Don't own 'em. br
bAuthor's Note:/b This is just a short piece, of what I think is happening to Buffy after her death. I might expand it into a story eventually, if I ever figure out where I'd want to go with it.p
She's here. Watching me. I wish I could say I was surprised.p
"So this is my gift, huh?" I ask quietly. My voice projects and echoes eerily. You'd think Nothingness would be a little more like.. I don't know, isomething/i. But then, I guess that's why they don't call it somethingness.
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She nods, her eyes on me, intent. A tangled strand of hair swings into her face, but she doesn't notice. I guess they don't care much about hair products where she comes from.
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"Is this eternity?"
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She shakes her head no. I furrow my eyebrows. "Then what is it?"
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"Infinity." Her voice answers as if from inside my head, because that's where she exists.
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I shake my head in frustration, not understanding. "Why isn't this death?"
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"It is."
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"No way. This is not death. I've been dead," I argue. "This is… different." I glance around. "Why isn't anyone else here?"
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"Everyone is here."
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I look dubiously at my surroundings. I would say that everything is grey, but it's less than grey. It's indescribable unless you've been here. But there definitely aren't any other people, that's for sure. There are only me and her.
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I return to her, perplexed. She glares, urging me to look closer. I squint into the Nothingness, and then suddenly, appearing before me…
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"Dawn!" I cry, choked. I rush forward to embrace her. She doesn't react. She doesn't even see me. She's living below, and I can only watch. "She can't see me," I say aloud, accusingly. I turn to the first Slayer, who shakes her head in agreement.
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"You can see her."
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I feel my eyes well up with tears. "What good is that?" I whisper. I sit down and wrap my arms around my knees. "What good is it?"
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"It's not, yet."
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"But it will be?" I swallow. "When?"
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"One day."
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I clench my jaw and rise in anger. "iOne day?/i" I repeat incredulously, tensing my muscles, preparing for fight.
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I stop. I remember now. What my gift was. iWhy/i it was. Who I am. i"You think you know what's to come… who you are… you haven't even begun."/i She'd told me that once. A very long time ago.
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I look at her. She stares into my eyes, like she always does.
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"I iknow/i."
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She smiles in approval.
uBShe/b/ubr
Written July 15th, 2001br
bSummary/b: Buffy in Nothingness, with only the First Slayer for company.br
bDisclaimer:/b Don't own 'em. br
bAuthor's Note:/b This is just a short piece, of what I think is happening to Buffy after her death. I might expand it into a story eventually, if I ever figure out where I'd want to go with it.p
She's here. Watching me. I wish I could say I was surprised.p
"So this is my gift, huh?" I ask quietly. My voice projects and echoes eerily. You'd think Nothingness would be a little more like.. I don't know, isomething/i. But then, I guess that's why they don't call it somethingness.
p
She nods, her eyes on me, intent. A tangled strand of hair swings into her face, but she doesn't notice. I guess they don't care much about hair products where she comes from.
p
"Is this eternity?"
p
She shakes her head no. I furrow my eyebrows. "Then what is it?"
p
"Infinity." Her voice answers as if from inside my head, because that's where she exists.
p
I shake my head in frustration, not understanding. "Why isn't this death?"
p
"It is."
p
"No way. This is not death. I've been dead," I argue. "This is… different." I glance around. "Why isn't anyone else here?"
p
"Everyone is here."
p
I look dubiously at my surroundings. I would say that everything is grey, but it's less than grey. It's indescribable unless you've been here. But there definitely aren't any other people, that's for sure. There are only me and her.
p
I return to her, perplexed. She glares, urging me to look closer. I squint into the Nothingness, and then suddenly, appearing before me…
p
"Dawn!" I cry, choked. I rush forward to embrace her. She doesn't react. She doesn't even see me. She's living below, and I can only watch. "She can't see me," I say aloud, accusingly. I turn to the first Slayer, who shakes her head in agreement.
p
"You can see her."
p
I feel my eyes well up with tears. "What good is that?" I whisper. I sit down and wrap my arms around my knees. "What good is it?"
p
"It's not, yet."
p
"But it will be?" I swallow. "When?"
p
"One day."
p
I clench my jaw and rise in anger. "iOne day?/i" I repeat incredulously, tensing my muscles, preparing for fight.
p
I stop. I remember now. What my gift was. iWhy/i it was. Who I am. i"You think you know what's to come… who you are… you haven't even begun."/i She'd told me that once. A very long time ago.
p
I look at her. She stares into my eyes, like she always does.
p
"I iknow/i."
p
She smiles in approval.