The Given Gift
Disclaimer: This is my only disclaimer for this fic so listen up. I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, or anything else mentioned in this fic.
A/N: This contains spoilers for 'The Gift'. Please R + R.
Spike walked into the funeral home. He saw the body of Buffy Summers, the Slayer, his Slayer.
"Why'd you have to jump love," he whispered, then he heard foot steps. "Bloody hell," he yelled. "Who is it?"
"Oh, Spike you're here too," whispered Angel."
"What are you doing here?"
"The same as all of her friends are doing."
"So we're both paying our respects to her."
"I thought you wanted her dead."
"Used to, now I just love her."
"Sorry Spike."
"So you came her for the funeral."
"Can't go. The whole daylight thing.
"Same here."
"Cordelia and Wesley came along for the funeral. I came for the viewing."
"Here Peaches."
"What is it?"
"It's a picture that the Lil Bit gave to me."
"Spike, I can't believe she's actually dead."
"I know what you mean."
As the two vamps walked out there was a blonde girl standing next to the casket with green eyes that looked like the deceased girl in the casket with a voice that sounded like Buffy.
"Man, being dead really sucks."