by Connor Aurelius-- part 10 of Song of Solomon Series
by Isabelle
Disclaimers: BTVS belongs to Joss Whedon along with all the characters--these are sued for entertainment.
Spoilers: "Smashed" and "Wrecked" Season 6 Summary: Set some fifty years after "Smashed", Spike died about seven months after the episode aired. Buffy being not truly human is more of an immortal; she's alone in this earth and her life does an 360 degree turn when she runs into Rocco in a bar one night. Rocco is somewhat the reincarnation of Spike's soul. B/S, some B/Rocco. Rating: Strong R
Distribution: Please do not take without my permission. The only sites that have my pre-approval to post my stuff is CarnalSins (cause it's mine), Death-Marked Love, and any affiliate/soul mate of mine.
Rating: Strong R (I curse...get used to it.)
Feedback: bih80@yahoo.com
Part: 10/10
Author's notes: If you've read 100 yrs of Solitude and enjoyed it you will like this, think Spike in 100 yrs, reversed to Buffy. Special thanks to Heller for her quick beta :o)
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Epilogue
by Connor Aurelius
It was the Winter of 2061 when William the Bloody came knocking on my door..needless to say I was more than surprised. But I should've expected it. Buffy had come two years after he had left to just walk around my study and look over my kid's pictures.
So I knew he had taken my advice...it wasn't until I saw him that for the first time since I talked to him I questioned myself and my motives.
He was pale, shallow and thin...almost like a vital part of his nutrition had been taken away. His hair was brown, he didn't bother dying it and he was dressed in faded black jeans and a long duster. I almost asked him if it was the same one my mother had told me about when I was young.
He waltzed in that night, and I watched silently as the low light of the study showed off the planes of his sharp cheekbones.
William the Bloody was indeed handsome, not too tall but just the right height for his Buffy.
"Have you seen Buffy?" I asked him.
His features hardened and sat down on my chair. He looked around a bit...maybe to check out the book I had there maybe to try to hide the tears prickling in his eyes but whatever the reason was his pain flooded me like a Tsunami that destroys all you believe in.
"You told me once...well that one day that we met, that one day I would have to tell you my story." he looked at me and the pain that reflected in those blue eyes made me tremble. It was primal pain...like an animal that looses his pack leader. "Wanna hear my story, writer?"
I nodded and took the chair across from him, opening my laptop I set a blank page before me.
"What is your story about?" I asked him, although I already knew.
He lit a cigarette and studied the stitching on the sofa. "My story is about life...is about enemies and it's about the irony of events. But above all it's a story about love, mate." He looked back up to me. "I don't know exactly when I fell in love with 'er. Cause god knows I tried to fight it...maybe it was the way she fought or the passion behind those green eyes...maybe it was the way she looked at him." He took a long draft. "I wished every damn day of those months for Dru to look at me that way... only when I dreamt about it is was those pink lips and that blonde hair."
I listened to the vampire tell me his story... it was indeed a sad story. A girl who was not ordinary and a boy who was not ordinary fighting against everything to deny that they wanted each other. Coming together so passionate it was violent and running away from everything that spelled truth. Until one day they just gave in... let it in, let it melt. It was the first time they were happy for a long time.
He sat in my study for seven days. When he finished I was in tears...and I never cry.
He just looked at me and nodded in understanding. Had he been crying for ten years for the way his life had gone? Probably. And through all his searching he found that no matter how much he tried to forget that one creature that had made his life the way it was he couldn't. It was then that he understood how she had changed for those fifty years without him and how he would never find the girl he loved.
It reminded me of when a couple gets married and they're with each other for years... and then one day you wake up next to that person and you realize that they're not the same person you married, but you love them just as well. You love them for those experiences in life that have shaped them and molded them into the person you see before you.
We shook hands, the vampire and me and he left that night.
Before he left I asked him why did he do this to her.
He smiled and crushed his cigarette under his boot. "You always hurt the one you love."
I watched him walk away until all that was left was a walking shadow in the night. That black night that hates the light and loves the pain. That black night that hosts those creatures that are neither real nor fake. Just like my aunt Buffy, just like he whom they called Spike.
I often wondered if he ever returned to her and ceased watching her from the shadows, stopped making sure she was feeding right, made sure she didn't cry too long at night.
But I was never answered. I never heard from neither one of them again. There are many rumors in the dark streets of Los Angeles. Some whispered that the immortal Slayer and her vampire found each other and every X-mas they compete in the dance championship at Teq's bar. Some others say that he watched her from far away and one day she finally died in battle with a magical sorceror--he held her body as he met the sun's ray. Other's say they killed each other and their spirits roams the silent town of Sunnydale, and you can see them patrolling late at night and hear their passionate grunts in that lonely crypt by the abandoned cemetery.
All of those can be true but all I know is that I watched him disappear in the shadows of the night, in that place lost in time were his memories became his companion.
THE END
Lydia closed the book, wiping the tears from her eyes and glared at her grandfather.
"This is it?" she cried. "This is how it ends? A love story doesn't end that way…they end up together, happily ever after, you know?"
Connor chuckled and sipped his drink.
The young girl threw the book on the table and stalked up to him.
"So what happens?" she demanded.
Connor shrugged. "You read the book, you should know."
"You didn't end it! Make it right, grandpa! Make him go back to her and they live all eternity together!" she cried, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Not all love stories end with a happy ending," he told her calmly, placing his hand on her shoulder.
She let out a small sob. "But this one has to! After all she waited for him—all those years by herself! She loves him and he loves her."
Connor nodded. "This is true, they both love each other…but loving doesn't necessarily mean you're meant to be together."
Lydia placed her hands on her narrow thirteen year old hips and glared once more. "How does it end?"
"You read the book, you saw how it ends!" Connor protested.
"That is not the end and we both know it! They're both alive and immortal!"
"They are," he agreed.
"So does he go back?" she probed.
"That's cheating!" her grandfather frowned.
"Does he go back? Does he find her?" she asked, more tears slipping from her cheeks.
"One doesn't have to find what is not lost," Connor told her, trying to calm her down.
"So he does go back!" she smiled.
"Well his grand-sire was in love with the same girl…"
"Right, my great grandfather, Angel." She quickly said.
He nodded. "And he left her for her own good. It didn't mean that they loved each other less."
"Oh my god what a stupid story! All those years, all that time and Rocco's life for nothing? Why did you write such a stupid story?" she cried, now she was sobbing openly and her grandfather enveloped her in his arms. "Why can't he just go back and accept her…just hold her forever!"
When she has quieted down he leaned down to look at her eye to eye and grinned. "But you know Lydia…he was nothing like his grand-sire."
Lydia grinned up to her grandfather and looked back down at the book. "Why did you name it 'Song of Solomon'?"
Connor picked up the fallen book that held the picture of the slayer and her soulless vampire. "All songs are love songs…and Solomon's was the first."
"Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth for your love is more delightful than wine." Song of Solomon 1:1 The Bible
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The End
I hope every one enjoyed it, thank you all for the feedback, I might right a sequel don't quote me on that *g* --Isabelle