Synopsis: Something's coming... Grief still looms over
Sunnydale over the death of the Slayer 3 months ago, and
everybody find themselves unable to speak but... sing. A 2-part musical
continuation of Gifted & Revelations. A post-'The Gift' BtVS
episode fanfic.
Rating: G
Date Written: Saturday, 28 July, 2001
Note: I wrote this next chapter because I was inspired by
the much anticipated musical episode of BtVS (coming season 6).
Although this is not an all-out musical, I inserted snippets of
music every now and then. Again, these are pure speculations. Let
me know what you think.
Characters: Buffy Willow Xander Anya
Dawn Giles Spike
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Voltaire
Dark clouds loomed over Sunnydale, months following the death of
a slayer. Cold winds blew from the north, leaves fell from the
tree branches, as autumn became evident in these cold nights. It
looked as though it was going to rain, but it doesn't. The sun
failed to shine its light through the thick fog that seemed to
envelope the surroundings.
It was as if a storm was coming...
She held an arrangement of flowers in her hands. Tea roses, to be
exact; all 12 of them. She personally hand picked them at a
flower shop before going to the cemetery, where she finally
offered them to her dearly departed.
She reached the grave site a few minutes after midnight, a pray'r
in mind. She wanted to say something, but she understood that it
was not yet time. She knelt to the ground facing the
tombstone and slowly closed her eyes.
I have been given one moment from heaven
As I am walking surrounded by night
Stars high above me make a wish under moonlight...
On my way home I remember only good days
On my way home I remember all the best days
I'm on my way home I can remember every new day...
She turned and looked the moonbeam above. Her eyes, blue like the
ocean, dilated at an instant. Silver linings, she
thought, as she gazed at the clouds above.
Giles poured another shot of whiskey in the glass. He was seated
anxiously in his chair beside his study desk, his eyes fixated at
the letter laying in front of him. He nervously reached for his
whiskey and clumsily took a swig. It was the letter that he's
anticipating about, but at the same time the letter he was
dreadful about.
Giles never dreamed that it would all end up like this. Three
months ago, he was more than willing to stay at Sunnydale and
look after what was left. He devoted his life entirely to his
profession, of being a Watcher. But now, everything changed; the
journals just stopped.
"Well, I suppose if they're anything like me, they just find
the whole subject too... painful.... " he remembered telling
Buffy.
He stood up and went back to his bedroom to finish what he was
doing before he had the privilege of opening a bottle of whiskey.
A luggage, nearly half-full, rested on his bed. His drawers,
almost empty, flung open. Giles looked around and searched for
his tweed suit he used to wore at Buffy's many birthday parties
but found the Merlin custome instead. Giles laughed inwardly at
the memories, he standing in the middle of the Magic Shop wearing
that stupid custome when Buffy came in. She didn't say anything
but he knew Buffy was secretly laughing at him.
Giles walked back outside to where the letter was. It came from
England. The Watcher's Council expressed deep regret for the
passing of the slayer and offered their condolences. It also came
with a cheque that they promised they would give him, a
retrospective payment for services rendered. Travers also
extended an invitation for him to visit them due to a pressing
matter that needed to be resolve as quickly possible. The letter
did not say anything more about it, except that he needed to talk
to him personally. Giles thought that what if the Watcher's
Council offered him work in England? It would be healthy for him,
he supposed. A new post. A new beginning.
Giles picked up the picture frame beside it. It was a picture of
him, Buffy, and the Scoobies taken at Buffy's 20th birthday.
Giles started to feel the pain again, this time it was much
worse. He was not sure if it was the whiskey that affected his
speech or it was merely the thought of leaving everything behind,
but as soon as he opened his mouth to let out his frustrations,
he felt a burr in his voice and found himself... singing.
[Giles]
You will always be, a special part of me
You will always be, a special memory...
I long and cherish wonderful moments, you had given me
I'll remember you, wherever I may be...
However, nobody can dismissed the fact that an absence of fear
was building among vampires and demons alike, not even the
Scoobies, who religiously patrolled since Buffy died. They knew
it was not their place to slay demons and vampires, nor they were
burdened with it. All they knew was they had to do something and
that they need all the help they could get.
Spike gently lay fresh lilies on Buffy's gravestone. He never
failed to visit her, talk to her, bring her flowers. Tonight like
every other night, mists covered the cemetery ground, light rain
drizzled every now and then, but for the first time, Spike
noticed roses on Joyce's gravestone. It was odd in his opinion
because it was not daisies like he ordinarily recognized.
Spike shrugged the thought off and proceeded to do what he always
do during his visits. He started updating Buffy about her sister
Dawn, her friends, and with what was happening at Sunnydale.
There was a momentary pang before he could finally speak.
"Vampire, love...lots of vampires," said Spike trying
to produce a smile. "Your old Watcher, Willow, Xander, and I
had been staking them but they're kept on coming. You know,
coming out of their hell hole after you--" he stopped.
"And there's this bloody dragon, flying, belching fire, and
stuff. Nearly turned me into a barbeque. Hell, I think it might
have come from the portal--," his cocky smile suddenly
turned sour. Spike bit his lip and dismissed the topic
altogether. He didn't want to re-live what had happened three
months ago. Spike just wanted to say out loud how much he missed
her, that he wished she could be there. All these thoughts were
playing in his mind when sadness overtook him again.
[Spike]
The space between...
The tears we cried, is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more
[Spike]
The space between...
The wicked lies we tell and hope to keep safe from the pain
But will I hold you again?
Like will it rain today?
The space between...
What's wrong and right
Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you...
The space between...
Your heart and mind
Is the space that fills my time...
The space between...
Take my hand 'cause we're walking out of here
Right out of here....
The space between...
Anya woke Xander from his sleep. She discovered something that
she should have days ago. She wasn't sure back then, but now...
now it's different.
"Xander," she whispered.
It was a weekend morning and Xander was just getting back from
sleep after a nightmare woke him up last night. He dreamt that he
was being chased by something out of this world, what's it called
he can't remember. He ran to their apartment to save his family,
only to find out that it had turned into some kind of alien
breeding ground. Bald heads protruded out the windows, pale arms
clawed its way out.
Anya laid beside him, unsure of herself. "Xander, Xander,
" she repeatedly called his name.
"Uhm..." finally he woke up. "G'morning
honey," Xander cleared his throat. He looked down at her and
noticed something was worrying her. "What's wrong,
babe?"
"Something came up," she started. "Remember how we
were planning our wedding and all? A-And how we would spend our
honeymoon together?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, we might have to cancel our honeymoon," she said
while playing with her engagement ring.
"Why honey?" asked Xander, "That's the best
part..!"
"You see... I got this tiny problem," Anya whispered
the rest in his ear.
His eyes widened. His mouth started to form a big smile. Xander
sat up straight and pulled Anya in his arms, his heart was
beating hard. "You...? Me...?" was all he could say
before he kissed her, her Anya.
Anya was the first to break their kiss and rested her head on his
shoulders, arms still wrapped around him. She sounded off,
[Anya]
Lying here with you, listening for the rain
Smiling just to see, the smile upon your face
[Xander]
Looking in your eyes, seeing all I need
Everything you are, is everything to me
[Anya]
And these are the moments
I know heaven must exist
[Xander]
And these are the moments
All I know all I need is this
[Xander & Anya]
I have all I've waited for
And I couldn't ask for more...
She slipped the wooden stake at the vampire's heart, ashes
exploded in every direction. Five other vampires encircled her,
swinging axes and poles right across her face. She grabbed one of
the pole and smashed it right between a vampire's eyes. Four
more, she calculated.
Suddenly, a sharp object hit her head. She lost her balance and
stumbled to the ground face first. The biggest of the vampire
grabbed her neck and lifted her and repeatedly pounded her head.
She tried to get loose but the bigger vampire was overpowering
her. She felt disoriented, her vision was getting weaker and
weaker.
After continuous beating, she finally lost her energy. The bigger
vampire felt a shock of electricity coming from her.
"What the hell?" he quickly released her head.
"It's a trick!" he shouted. The other three vampires
took a closer look. It was indeed a trick, a hoax. The bigger
vampire, pissed at what he saw, ripped her head off and with a
vengeful cry, swore that there was nothing more to fear and
nothing can stop them anymore from ruling over Hellmouth.