Part 7
The first rays of morning light were starting to filter through the trees along with a strange sound. Spike opened the door to his hut to listen closer. He ducked back in quickly because of the flames he burst into and drew a blanket over himself. He opened the door again to listen to the faint sound. It was almost to much to hope. The sound of a motor reached his ears.
"Slayer?"
"Spike? What's happening?"
"I think I hear a boat."
"Oh." She rolled over on the ground. Spike, with hope now instilled in him reached to pick Buffy up. He tied the blanket around him and held her close. She moaned in pain.
"You're not dying here. I promised you wouldn't." Spike dodged towards the beach, staying for the most part in the trees. When he reached the line of trees he saw the boat going by. But the blanket was the color of the trees and he wouldn't be seen from there.
The tropical sun was blazing and he could feel it all over his body as he ran tiredly over the sand. It felt like fire under his bare feet and he wanted to collapse.
"Please! Stop! You've got to help us!" He called. The blanket flapped around and it threatened to fall off. Spike was afraid the boat would drive by before he got to it so he continued running. His only thoughts were saving Buffy's life. He felt the sun hit his face and it hurt. It stung him but he grit his teeth. The sun kept rising into the sky and he kept running. He could feel flames running around his body but he couldn't stop.
He tripped as he hit the water. The cooling liquid extinguished the flames and he dove under holding Buffy up. The boat drew in close and he could hear voices over the water. His whole body screamed in agony. He Found the boat and held Buffy up. Hands pulled at her. Then they pulled at him.
"Oh my god! Buffy and Spike! They're alive."
"Spike. I love-" Buffy disappeared before his eyes. The flames engulfed him once again. What was left of his body burst into a rainbow of ashes. They rained down on the Scooby Gang. Buffy sat up alarmed, acutely aware of what had happened. She held her hands out and felt the dust fall into them like the first snowfall in winter.
"You're alright." Buffy felt arms secure around her. They held her close as she burst into tears.
"Are you guys alright?"
"Yes. Everyone made it through."
"Except Spike." Buffy whispered with a sob. "I saw through his eyes. Though I couldn't see he was my eyes. Why did it have to be this way?"
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Buffy held her hands out, she could feel the dust in her fingers. The wind picked up and it whisked it away, towards the big beautiful sun. As it whirled away on the breeze it spoke. "We will meet again. This isn't the end." She felt her way back towards the center of the boat and her friends, the core of her being. But the core of her essence could be found running on the wind.
The first rays of morning light were starting to filter through the trees along with a strange sound. Spike opened the door to his hut to listen closer. He ducked back in quickly because of the flames he burst into and drew a blanket over himself. He opened the door again to listen to the faint sound. It was almost to much to hope. The sound of a motor reached his ears.
"Slayer?"
"Spike? What's happening?"
"I think I hear a boat."
"Oh." She rolled over on the ground. Spike, with hope now instilled in him reached to pick Buffy up. He tied the blanket around him and held her close. She moaned in pain.
"You're not dying here. I promised you wouldn't." Spike dodged towards the beach, staying for the most part in the trees. When he reached the line of trees he saw the boat going by. But the blanket was the color of the trees and he wouldn't be seen from there.
The tropical sun was blazing and he could feel it all over his body as he ran tiredly over the sand. It felt like fire under his bare feet and he wanted to collapse.
"Please! Stop! You've got to help us!" He called. The blanket flapped around and it threatened to fall off. Spike was afraid the boat would drive by before he got to it so he continued running. His only thoughts were saving Buffy's life. He felt the sun hit his face and it hurt. It stung him but he grit his teeth. The sun kept rising into the sky and he kept running. He could feel flames running around his body but he couldn't stop.
He tripped as he hit the water. The cooling liquid extinguished the flames and he dove under holding Buffy up. The boat drew in close and he could hear voices over the water. His whole body screamed in agony. He Found the boat and held Buffy up. Hands pulled at her. Then they pulled at him.
"Oh my god! Buffy and Spike! They're alive."
"Spike. I love-" Buffy disappeared before his eyes. The flames engulfed him once again. What was left of his body burst into a rainbow of ashes. They rained down on the Scooby Gang. Buffy sat up alarmed, acutely aware of what had happened. She held her hands out and felt the dust fall into them like the first snowfall in winter.
"You're alright." Buffy felt arms secure around her. They held her close as she burst into tears.
"Are you guys alright?"
"Yes. Everyone made it through."
"Except Spike." Buffy whispered with a sob. "I saw through his eyes. Though I couldn't see he was my eyes. Why did it have to be this way?"
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Buffy held her hands out, she could feel the dust in her fingers. The wind picked up and it whisked it away, towards the big beautiful sun. As it whirled away on the breeze it spoke. "We will meet again. This isn't the end." She felt her way back towards the center of the boat and her friends, the core of her being. But the core of her essence could be found running on the wind.