Title: Resurrection
Author: Brin Londo5
Email: ogreblood@hotmail.com
Rating: PG or mild R, due to violence and language
Summary: What happens next. Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel: the Series characters belong to Joss Wheadon, all hail the Joss-meister. No cash is being made, so there. Archive: Whoever wants it, just please ask first.
Author's Notes: Ain't NO way I'm gonna let my favorite vampire go that easy!!!
PART ONE.
"I can feel it, Buffy." Spike said, through the pain burning through him, the amulet's power letting him withstand the fiery rays of the sun, even as the jewel's prism cast the light throughout the tunnel, burning away the First Evil's army of Uber-Vamps.
"What?" Buffy asked in a shocked voice, as the new Slayers ran past her up the tunnel to the surface.
"My soul. It's really there." The bleach-blonde vampire replied, just as shocked and awed sounding as she. "Kinda stings." He added, with a tiny smidgen of his old false bravado. "Go on then." He told Buffy, gazing at her. Gods, she looked so beautiful, even battle-scarred as she was right now.
Buffy shook her head, she couldn't loose him, not now, not him too! "No, no, you've done enough, you can still"
"GO, you've beaten them back, it's for me to do the clean-up." Spike said, every breath a gasp, trying not to scream through the pain of the sunlight cascading over him like a river of molten magma. Somewhere in the background, Faith screamed for Buffy to come on, over the din of the collapsing cavern. "Gotta move, lamb, as they say, school's out for bloody Summers." He smiled at his joke, even through the agony.
"SPIKE!"
"I mean it, I gotta do this!" he said, holding his hand out to ward her off. He knew if he didn't, she'd pull him out of the sunlight and try to save his worthless undead ass. And that could mean the end, if any of the Turak-Han still lived, after all this was over. He wouldn't look at her, he couldn't look into those teary eyes, if he did, he might just.
Buffy reached out, grasping the hand he held out to keep her away, even as the sunlight began eating through the amulets protection. She gasped in pain, as his hand ignited in her grasp, but held on anyway. He looked at her, finally, in awe.
"I love you." She whispered. There. She finally said it. Just as that strange girl they'd tried to rescue prophesized she would. But he knew, it was too late.
"No, you don't," he replied with a cocky twitch of his scarred eyebrow, "but thanks for saying it." Just then, a section of roof collapsed dangerously near, and she jumped, breaking contact. "Now GO!" He almost- shouted, not finishing with the understood 'and don't look back'
"I wanna see how it ends." He said with an almost triumphant grin, as her footsteps rang on the stone staircase, up to the Hellmouth's seal.
He hoped she made it out. He could hear the school collapsing above him. He could feel his flesh charring from within, burning like one of his cigarettes. His jaw clenched, and he laughed against the pain, laughed because he beat them, beat the First, it's plans, and it's army. Buffy would be safe. Buffy, and Dawn. Hell, even the freakin Scoobies, and that blasted Watcher. He did this. Him. William the Bloody Awful Poet. Spike. All this destruction was his doing. Ah, if only Drusilla could see him now, and the lovely chaos he'd wrought. Not evil enough for her? Who cares. He'd had the Slayer. His laughter echoed amidst the cavern's collapse, even as his ashes settled amidst the debris, as the entire town of Sunnydale collapsed into the sinkhole that engulfed it.
At the edge of the sinkhole, Giles could only marvel at Buffy's words, when he asked what caused the destruction of the town.
"Spike." She'd replied, with a sad, wistful smile, just before the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign fell into the pit. Yeah, that was so Spike, always running it over with his Desoto, or something. One last defiant act. She wouldn't cry now. No, that'd be for later, when no one could see her. He'd been her enemy, her lover, and her strength. He deserved that much respect, at least. But what she wouldn't give to have him holding her right now, telling her to 'buck up, pet', or something of the sort. And, oh, God, did she miss him.
Author: Brin Londo5
Email: ogreblood@hotmail.com
Rating: PG or mild R, due to violence and language
Summary: What happens next. Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel: the Series characters belong to Joss Wheadon, all hail the Joss-meister. No cash is being made, so there. Archive: Whoever wants it, just please ask first.
Author's Notes: Ain't NO way I'm gonna let my favorite vampire go that easy!!!
PART ONE.
"I can feel it, Buffy." Spike said, through the pain burning through him, the amulet's power letting him withstand the fiery rays of the sun, even as the jewel's prism cast the light throughout the tunnel, burning away the First Evil's army of Uber-Vamps.
"What?" Buffy asked in a shocked voice, as the new Slayers ran past her up the tunnel to the surface.
"My soul. It's really there." The bleach-blonde vampire replied, just as shocked and awed sounding as she. "Kinda stings." He added, with a tiny smidgen of his old false bravado. "Go on then." He told Buffy, gazing at her. Gods, she looked so beautiful, even battle-scarred as she was right now.
Buffy shook her head, she couldn't loose him, not now, not him too! "No, no, you've done enough, you can still"
"GO, you've beaten them back, it's for me to do the clean-up." Spike said, every breath a gasp, trying not to scream through the pain of the sunlight cascading over him like a river of molten magma. Somewhere in the background, Faith screamed for Buffy to come on, over the din of the collapsing cavern. "Gotta move, lamb, as they say, school's out for bloody Summers." He smiled at his joke, even through the agony.
"SPIKE!"
"I mean it, I gotta do this!" he said, holding his hand out to ward her off. He knew if he didn't, she'd pull him out of the sunlight and try to save his worthless undead ass. And that could mean the end, if any of the Turak-Han still lived, after all this was over. He wouldn't look at her, he couldn't look into those teary eyes, if he did, he might just.
Buffy reached out, grasping the hand he held out to keep her away, even as the sunlight began eating through the amulets protection. She gasped in pain, as his hand ignited in her grasp, but held on anyway. He looked at her, finally, in awe.
"I love you." She whispered. There. She finally said it. Just as that strange girl they'd tried to rescue prophesized she would. But he knew, it was too late.
"No, you don't," he replied with a cocky twitch of his scarred eyebrow, "but thanks for saying it." Just then, a section of roof collapsed dangerously near, and she jumped, breaking contact. "Now GO!" He almost- shouted, not finishing with the understood 'and don't look back'
"I wanna see how it ends." He said with an almost triumphant grin, as her footsteps rang on the stone staircase, up to the Hellmouth's seal.
He hoped she made it out. He could hear the school collapsing above him. He could feel his flesh charring from within, burning like one of his cigarettes. His jaw clenched, and he laughed against the pain, laughed because he beat them, beat the First, it's plans, and it's army. Buffy would be safe. Buffy, and Dawn. Hell, even the freakin Scoobies, and that blasted Watcher. He did this. Him. William the Bloody Awful Poet. Spike. All this destruction was his doing. Ah, if only Drusilla could see him now, and the lovely chaos he'd wrought. Not evil enough for her? Who cares. He'd had the Slayer. His laughter echoed amidst the cavern's collapse, even as his ashes settled amidst the debris, as the entire town of Sunnydale collapsed into the sinkhole that engulfed it.
At the edge of the sinkhole, Giles could only marvel at Buffy's words, when he asked what caused the destruction of the town.
"Spike." She'd replied, with a sad, wistful smile, just before the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign fell into the pit. Yeah, that was so Spike, always running it over with his Desoto, or something. One last defiant act. She wouldn't cry now. No, that'd be for later, when no one could see her. He'd been her enemy, her lover, and her strength. He deserved that much respect, at least. But what she wouldn't give to have him holding her right now, telling her to 'buck up, pet', or something of the sort. And, oh, God, did she miss him.