A/N: So this is it. Thank you all so much for sticking with me. I hope
you've enjoyed it! Oh and I'm sorry but there won't be any steamy love
scenes for your enjoyment. I tried to work one in but it didn't really
fit. I hope you enjoyed the story anyway!
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Epilogue~
"This seems hauntingly familiar."
Spike reached for Anya's hand and pulled it to his lips. The expression of impatience didn't fade from her face.
"I'm just saying. We were plenty happy on our own these past few years, why did we have to come back here?"
She lifted her arm up and motioned despondently at the town below them. It looked like it had five years ago. Desolate.
"We made a promise," Spike replied simply.
"I have to remember to stop making those," Anya mumbled.
"Hey now, look where our last promised rendezvous got us."
"In the sac?"
"Exactly."
They stood poised on that familiar cliff, waiting for the other one to take the first step back into Sunnydale. Anya and Spike both knew they would've come back there eventually, out of habit; that's why they decided it might as well be the meeting place, yet again.
"I still don't see why it's so imperative we congregate with Angel and the rest of them again. None of them seemed to talkative the last time we met them," Anya complained.
"They are about the only people we know on this crazy rock we call Earth," Spike pointed out.
"Then why didn't we decide to travel with them after New York, like they offered, instead of making a plan with them to meet here after a few more years."
"Just because they're some of our few acquaintances, doesn't mean I like 'em. Besides, we've had much more fun without them."
Anya smiled up at Spike.
"The group slaying business can be. interesting," Spike added, "but I've never been one for crowds."
"I'm witness to that."
"So how do you think they've been doing?" Spike said after a pause.
"I don't know. We'll find out soon enough I assume."
Shifting on their feet, they stared out at the flickering lights below them. It didn't look promising down there.
"I guess we should go down there and meet Faith and them, right?" Spike asked hesitantly.
"Probably," Anya responded. "Ready to go?"
After a moment of silence, Anya took Spike's hand. He gazed down at her in the crush of the dark, velvet sky. Stars glittered in her eyes as Spike leaned down and kissed her, his fingers lingering across her smooth skin. They felt complete.
"Now I am."
~The End~
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Epilogue~
"This seems hauntingly familiar."
Spike reached for Anya's hand and pulled it to his lips. The expression of impatience didn't fade from her face.
"I'm just saying. We were plenty happy on our own these past few years, why did we have to come back here?"
She lifted her arm up and motioned despondently at the town below them. It looked like it had five years ago. Desolate.
"We made a promise," Spike replied simply.
"I have to remember to stop making those," Anya mumbled.
"Hey now, look where our last promised rendezvous got us."
"In the sac?"
"Exactly."
They stood poised on that familiar cliff, waiting for the other one to take the first step back into Sunnydale. Anya and Spike both knew they would've come back there eventually, out of habit; that's why they decided it might as well be the meeting place, yet again.
"I still don't see why it's so imperative we congregate with Angel and the rest of them again. None of them seemed to talkative the last time we met them," Anya complained.
"They are about the only people we know on this crazy rock we call Earth," Spike pointed out.
"Then why didn't we decide to travel with them after New York, like they offered, instead of making a plan with them to meet here after a few more years."
"Just because they're some of our few acquaintances, doesn't mean I like 'em. Besides, we've had much more fun without them."
Anya smiled up at Spike.
"The group slaying business can be. interesting," Spike added, "but I've never been one for crowds."
"I'm witness to that."
"So how do you think they've been doing?" Spike said after a pause.
"I don't know. We'll find out soon enough I assume."
Shifting on their feet, they stared out at the flickering lights below them. It didn't look promising down there.
"I guess we should go down there and meet Faith and them, right?" Spike asked hesitantly.
"Probably," Anya responded. "Ready to go?"
After a moment of silence, Anya took Spike's hand. He gazed down at her in the crush of the dark, velvet sky. Stars glittered in her eyes as Spike leaned down and kissed her, his fingers lingering across her smooth skin. They felt complete.
"Now I am."
~The End~