Eye of the Storm
By Rhikat
Disclaimer: I'm not Joss. If I was then a) Spike wouldn't be crazy and tortured, b) Tara would still be alive and c) You'd actually see this scene on the show. I'm not a Fox executive or anyone else with any sort of official connection to BtVS
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~From Beneath You, It Devours~
Pictures flash through Buffy's subconscious as that phrase is whispered over and over again in her mind.
~From Beneath You, It Devours~
Young women being chased through city streets and killed by hooded men in robes.
~From Beneath You, It Devours~
Willow, shaking and scared, staring in shock. Buffy can hear her voice before the scene changes.
"I saw the earth, Giles. I saw its teeth."
~From Beneath You, It Devours~
Xander holding Willow as she sobs in his arms and her changes from black back to red. Behind them stands a temple, old and forgotten.
~From Beneath You, It Devours ~
The images are coming faster now; they appear barely long enough to register in her mind's eye before being replaced.
~From Beneath You, It Devours~
The fight with Glory and her sacrifice to save Dawn and the world.
~From Beneath You, It Devours~
Becoming one with her friends and defeating Adam. Confronting the First Slayer
~From Beneath You, It Devours~
The Mayor's Ascension.
~From Beneath You, It Devours~
Sending Angel to Hell.
~From Beneath You, It Devours~
The Master, fighting him in the buried church and losing. Fighting him again on the roof of the school and defeating him.
~From Beneath You, It Devours~
And now the frantic pace and the whispers have stopped. Everything feels…surreal. She stands in new school's basement. Buffy can see Spike crouched in front of her, head cradled in his hands. It is eerily quite. There is no sound except for her breathing and Spike's small whimpers. It is as if they are in the eye of a storm. Feeling as if she is moving in slow motion, Buffy walks closer to Spike. Some distant part of her mind notes that she is wearing the same dress that she wore when she confronted the Master.
She kneels beside him and gently—perhaps the most gently she's ever touched him—holds him in her arms. He looks up, his tortured eyes meeting her sad ones, and he whispers softly,
"From beneath you, it devours."
And then everything fades to black.
