Title: Of Demons and Souls, Chapter Eleven: In the end
Author: AriellaGiselle
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own them.
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Darien's eyes darted around the crowded street. He could hear them. They were close, but where were they?
The crowds parted slightly, and they walked through, as if it were the most natural thing to be seen together. The sun played on the auburn highlights of their hair and illuminated the paleness of their smiles.
"Darien! There you are!" she cried, waving to him. He walked to them and embraced the pair.
"I've missed you, Alli, Kev, but I know you're there, watching me," he said.
"Of course we're watching you, Darien. We know that you're using your gifts for the purpose of Good, and we both love you more for it," his brother replied lovingly.
"So, I'm going to be all right?"
"You are all right, Darien. You've got Bobby and all of your friends watching out for you," Allianora laughed, "You still take too many risks, he says, but you're fine. You always will be."
Kevin and Allianora, both dressed in simple, angelic white -- him in a suit, her in a gown -- smiled at each other, and he put his arm out for hers. She took the offered escort, and they began walking away.
Kevin waved behind him, and Darien began to float. He soared above Sunnydale, above California, and out of the atmosphere into the coldness of space.
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Darien woke from his dream, a lazy, happy smile pasted to his face. He turned to Bobby's sleeping form and trailed his fingers down the muscled arm.
"Love ya, man."
He stood, stretching, and pulling on some sweatpants, he stumbled to the kitchen for some breakfast.
Bobby's eyes fluttered open, and he whispered, "Same here, partner."
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Willow was clanking around the small kitchenette, trying to get everything ready for the dinner at Giles. "Why, oh, why did I volunteer to do the turkey!?" she shouted.
"Chef's havin' problems, huh?" Darien smirked, leaning on the counter.
She glanced up and smiled. Her nod caused the red loose curls on her head to bounce playfully around her pale skin. "Chef's having serious problems."
He laughed, "Well, let me get some breakfast, and we'll see if I can help ya."
She grinned and ran to the living room to flop down on the couch. Darien warmed some blood and sat next to her. "So, what's on today's Oprah?"
*****
FIN~
I hope everyone enjoyed this story!
Dorian
Author: AriellaGiselle
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own them.
*****
Darien's eyes darted around the crowded street. He could hear them. They were close, but where were they?
The crowds parted slightly, and they walked through, as if it were the most natural thing to be seen together. The sun played on the auburn highlights of their hair and illuminated the paleness of their smiles.
"Darien! There you are!" she cried, waving to him. He walked to them and embraced the pair.
"I've missed you, Alli, Kev, but I know you're there, watching me," he said.
"Of course we're watching you, Darien. We know that you're using your gifts for the purpose of Good, and we both love you more for it," his brother replied lovingly.
"So, I'm going to be all right?"
"You are all right, Darien. You've got Bobby and all of your friends watching out for you," Allianora laughed, "You still take too many risks, he says, but you're fine. You always will be."
Kevin and Allianora, both dressed in simple, angelic white -- him in a suit, her in a gown -- smiled at each other, and he put his arm out for hers. She took the offered escort, and they began walking away.
Kevin waved behind him, and Darien began to float. He soared above Sunnydale, above California, and out of the atmosphere into the coldness of space.
*****
Darien woke from his dream, a lazy, happy smile pasted to his face. He turned to Bobby's sleeping form and trailed his fingers down the muscled arm.
"Love ya, man."
He stood, stretching, and pulling on some sweatpants, he stumbled to the kitchen for some breakfast.
Bobby's eyes fluttered open, and he whispered, "Same here, partner."
*****
Willow was clanking around the small kitchenette, trying to get everything ready for the dinner at Giles. "Why, oh, why did I volunteer to do the turkey!?" she shouted.
"Chef's havin' problems, huh?" Darien smirked, leaning on the counter.
She glanced up and smiled. Her nod caused the red loose curls on her head to bounce playfully around her pale skin. "Chef's having serious problems."
He laughed, "Well, let me get some breakfast, and we'll see if I can help ya."
She grinned and ran to the living room to flop down on the couch. Darien warmed some blood and sat next to her. "So, what's on today's Oprah?"
*****
FIN~
I hope everyone enjoyed this story!
Dorian
