A/N: As I promised, this story isn't about Dawn and Spike, it's finally something different! I hope you like it!
The first chapter is a little short but the whole story is longer than my other two Buffy stories, there will be 4 chapters.
Disclaimer: The characters still belong to Joss Whedon )-: I would be happy if they were mine though (-:
Chapter 1 - Dreams
Buffy couldn't believe it when he suddenly moved forwards to protect her with his own body. The arrow that was meant for her hit him directly in the chest. She had been killing vampires for years and she knew that he wouldn't be able to survive. There was no chance, no chance at all.
She didn't care about the demon anymore, even though he still held his bow. Xander and Willow would take care of that. His servants were dead and the demon himself was hurt so it shouldn't be too hard.
The dark cavern in which they had been fighting for nearly an hour just didn't exist anymore, it didn't matter where she was.
All that mattered to her now was that Spike was lying before his feet, dying.
Buffy fell to her knees, gently took him in her arms and held him.
There wasn't anything she could do.
He didn't breath but she knew that it didn't mean anything. A vampire doesn't need to breath to stay alive, they only did it out of a habit. Or to smoke, like Spike.
The only thing that told her that he probably wouldn't wake up anymore was the fact that the thick, black arrow had hit his heart. There was no doubt, she knew well enough where it was to tell that it hadn't been missed. He didn't have longer than a few minutes left.
But in one thing he proved her wrong.
Even though it clearly took him much effort he opened his eyes and after a few seconds he managed to focus on her face.
"Buffy." His voice was so quiet that it was very hard to understand him. And it was raw, filled with pain. "Are you ok?"
She only nodded, unable to say a word.
A tiny smile was on his lips now. "That's good." He paused a moment and swallowed hard before he continued. "Buffy, I love you."
The blond vampire looked up to her with pleading eyes, as if he wanted her to resure him.
She so much wanted to tell him that she loved him, too. Of course it wasn't true but it was his very last moment on this earth and after all he had done in the past, and considering that he was a vampire, he would probably go to hell. Didn't she owe him one last moment of happiness?
Oh yes, she did, he had saved her life after all. At least she should tell him how grateful she was.
But she just couldn't bring herself to speak, she tried but it was in vain. Even though she opened her mouth to say something there was no sound. She couldn't even cry.
All she did was staring down at him, watching a single tear escaping his eyes.
And then - nothing.
No more intense blue eyes looking at her, no deep rich voice to mock her, no one to get on her nerves.
Only ashes and dust.
Finally tears were running freely, without knowin it she had begun to cry, she didn't know how long it took her after he died. The only thing she knew was that she couldn't see it anymore.
He would never know that she had actually cared for him, he had died thinking that she felt nothing for him at all.
Now that Spike was gone, never to return, she realized that it was too late to tell him all the things he had so needed to know.
And that made her cry even more.
**********
Buffy woke up with tears running down her face, just like the last night.
Tears of sadness - and tears of guilt.
To be continued
PLEASE REVIEW! You would make me very happy (-:
The first chapter is a little short but the whole story is longer than my other two Buffy stories, there will be 4 chapters.
Disclaimer: The characters still belong to Joss Whedon )-: I would be happy if they were mine though (-:
Chapter 1 - Dreams
Buffy couldn't believe it when he suddenly moved forwards to protect her with his own body. The arrow that was meant for her hit him directly in the chest. She had been killing vampires for years and she knew that he wouldn't be able to survive. There was no chance, no chance at all.
She didn't care about the demon anymore, even though he still held his bow. Xander and Willow would take care of that. His servants were dead and the demon himself was hurt so it shouldn't be too hard.
The dark cavern in which they had been fighting for nearly an hour just didn't exist anymore, it didn't matter where she was.
All that mattered to her now was that Spike was lying before his feet, dying.
Buffy fell to her knees, gently took him in her arms and held him.
There wasn't anything she could do.
He didn't breath but she knew that it didn't mean anything. A vampire doesn't need to breath to stay alive, they only did it out of a habit. Or to smoke, like Spike.
The only thing that told her that he probably wouldn't wake up anymore was the fact that the thick, black arrow had hit his heart. There was no doubt, she knew well enough where it was to tell that it hadn't been missed. He didn't have longer than a few minutes left.
But in one thing he proved her wrong.
Even though it clearly took him much effort he opened his eyes and after a few seconds he managed to focus on her face.
"Buffy." His voice was so quiet that it was very hard to understand him. And it was raw, filled with pain. "Are you ok?"
She only nodded, unable to say a word.
A tiny smile was on his lips now. "That's good." He paused a moment and swallowed hard before he continued. "Buffy, I love you."
The blond vampire looked up to her with pleading eyes, as if he wanted her to resure him.
She so much wanted to tell him that she loved him, too. Of course it wasn't true but it was his very last moment on this earth and after all he had done in the past, and considering that he was a vampire, he would probably go to hell. Didn't she owe him one last moment of happiness?
Oh yes, she did, he had saved her life after all. At least she should tell him how grateful she was.
But she just couldn't bring herself to speak, she tried but it was in vain. Even though she opened her mouth to say something there was no sound. She couldn't even cry.
All she did was staring down at him, watching a single tear escaping his eyes.
And then - nothing.
No more intense blue eyes looking at her, no deep rich voice to mock her, no one to get on her nerves.
Only ashes and dust.
Finally tears were running freely, without knowin it she had begun to cry, she didn't know how long it took her after he died. The only thing she knew was that she couldn't see it anymore.
He would never know that she had actually cared for him, he had died thinking that she felt nothing for him at all.
Now that Spike was gone, never to return, she realized that it was too late to tell him all the things he had so needed to know.
And that made her cry even more.
**********
Buffy woke up with tears running down her face, just like the last night.
Tears of sadness - and tears of guilt.
To be continued
PLEASE REVIEW! You would make me very happy (-: