Author's note: Okay so in this chapter we are jumping ahead about three
days, maybe? I don't know, but basically everything happened the same,
except for the fact that she kissed Angel, which if you didn't get that,
she didn't. Hey, it's not a B/A romance it's a B/S. And I don't like Angel
with Buffy, I like him with Cory, so ne way. How old id Kennedy anyway. I
thought she was like 16, cause if she is Willow that is called cradle
robbing. That would just be disgusting. Okay anyway on with the story. I'm
going to try to do this from everyone's different POV. It may be confusing
so if it is please tell me in you review and I will try to make it less
complicated. The poem/ song by Spike is actually a song By Garth Brookes
called to make you feel my love. Angst warning on this chapter.
Disclaimer: Yadda Yadda Yadda. I swear Joss stole the idea from me. Actually, and unfortunately, it was all Joss. Although, I can think of a few things that would make the show better.
"Buffy, what are we going to do now?" they all asked.* It wasn't like I knew. But for once I could be normal, I could be a normal girl. Like I've always wanted to be. I'm not the only slayer* I smile at that. * No more daily patrols I can be more like a normal girl *. At that I smile, some one must have thought I was agreeing with them because I was slightly aware of them saying 'See even Buffy agrees about it'. Not to sure who said that but for some reason it makes me snap out of my own thoughts.
"Buffy, don't you think we should go to Angel's?" Faith asks me.
"No!" I shout. "No Angel, no nothing. I want to go back to my home, even if it is one hundred feet below ground at the moment. I need some things and after that I don't know. Some of the buildings are still in tact down there and I'm not ready to leave" * I leave it at that, not wanting to announce to all my friends that I just want to go and mourn my dead lover in peace. The man I loved, no love, is gone and all I want to do is go back to his crypt say my good byes and cry a little and then see what happens. I'm not ready to leave the one place I had to share with him*.
Willow's POV
"Dawn, come here for a minute," I say. Of course worry is in my voice Buffy is acting like a dead women on legs. *Well, no dead women have legs. Like a dead woman that is alive, but dead inside. Is that it? Has Buffy finally given hope all hope now that Spike is gone? Did he really mean that much to her? I mean they slept together, but that was all, right? I mean there was nothing wrong with Spike. He had a soul now, and he was just like Angel, just he didn't lose his soul when in complete pleasure. But he didn't sleep with Buffy after he came back. Ew, bad Willow, no more Buffy and Spike sex talk *.
"What, Will?"
"Listen, Dawn. I want you to watch over Buffy. She needs you right now she needs all of us. Spike's death really brought her down, so just you know no Spike talk or anything. If she needs you help her. Okay?"
"Yeah, Will. Will do". At that she walks off obviously less worried then I am. I can't help, the last time I lost somebody I went all dark murder-y, and if Buffy did that nothing would be left. * Of course then she wouldn't be able to get back into heaven to see Spike and of course that is where he is. How could he not be, I mean he saved the world, and was a soulless vamp for a long time but still he helped us. For only one reason, I guess, for Buffy. He loved her so much and it's too late now, but she loved him just as much. Maybe it was their fault for not helping her realize it. But even if it wasn't, but she still felt guilty. I mean I think he was the love of her life and she didn't even realize it until it was to late, till it was to late. What if I had never known Tara and knew that I loved her and then right after Warren had shot her. And then Tara had never believed her after she had said it*. Just the thought of Warren made her mad, she could feel her tips turn black, but she controlled herself.
"Willow, are you okay?" Xander asked.
"Uh, what? Oh, yeah, fine. Everything is peachy-keen in Willow land"
Xander's POV
*It didn't sound to me like every thing was peachy-keen in Willow land
or Buffy-land. Both of my best friends are going crazy, for unknown
reasons. Well, maybe not. Buffy missed Spike and Willow was obviously
worried about Buffy and remembering Tara. Now we have all lost someone
we love. Anya, Tara, Spike, Joyce, Angel, Riley, I think Buffy has
more people then we do. I mean what she is the Slayer, but she is
never going to lose us scoobies. And now she can be a normal girl,
just like Willow. Oh, God! Two Willows no! Maybe like, well, no one he
knew was normal so he didn't know someone he could say. Even Cordy had
her visions, and Anya had her demony-ness and of course how she had a
passion for talking about sex when no one else wanted to hear about
it. Ah, she was so independent, so beautiful, so Anya. He would miss
her, he just wished he could take back the day of the wedding. He had
always wanted a second chance, but after a while there seemed to be
nothing left there. He still loved her, just not in the same fiery
passion he had before. He loved her like some one loved some one after
they had been best friends for a long time. She knew that he had and
she had gone down saving Andrew. Like he said always doing the stupid
thing. I'll miss*
"Xander, what is up with you? Are you okay?" Dawn asks me.
"Yeah, Dawnster. Great". Oh God, now I'm spacing. * Bad Xander,
Bad*
Buffy's POV (A/N: This is probably about a day later. Buffy is in
Spike's Crypt saying her 'Goodbye')
His crypt still smelled like him. A mixture of blood, cigarette smoke, and something she had never been able to place. Of course the crypt was mostly in ruins, the same as everything else in Sunny Dale. There were still some things left, though. Things that had made Spike , well, Spike. His t.v. which was surprisingly working, a pack a cigarettes, and something Buffy had never seen before. A notebook. Being her nosy self, Buffy picked it up, some of the pages had been ripped out and the writing was smeared from water, but still she could read it.
To make you feel my love. To: Buffy
When the rain is blowing in your face and
The whole world is on your case
I would offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
The evening shadows and stars
There is no one to dry your tears
I would hole you for a million years
To make you feel my love
And I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
Known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong
I'd go hungry, I'd go blind for you
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There isn't anything I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
Storms a raging on a rolling sea
Down the highway of regret (A/N: I don't know if that part is right)
Winds of change are blowing wild and free
But you haven't seen anything like me yet
There isn't anything I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of this earth for you
Make you happy make your dreams come true
To make you feel my love
By the time I was done, tears were rolling down my face. I could almost see him writing this.
"Good bye, Spike," I said. Slowly I sank to the floor and cried.
Disclaimer: Yadda Yadda Yadda. I swear Joss stole the idea from me. Actually, and unfortunately, it was all Joss. Although, I can think of a few things that would make the show better.
"Buffy, what are we going to do now?" they all asked.* It wasn't like I knew. But for once I could be normal, I could be a normal girl. Like I've always wanted to be. I'm not the only slayer* I smile at that. * No more daily patrols I can be more like a normal girl *. At that I smile, some one must have thought I was agreeing with them because I was slightly aware of them saying 'See even Buffy agrees about it'. Not to sure who said that but for some reason it makes me snap out of my own thoughts.
"Buffy, don't you think we should go to Angel's?" Faith asks me.
"No!" I shout. "No Angel, no nothing. I want to go back to my home, even if it is one hundred feet below ground at the moment. I need some things and after that I don't know. Some of the buildings are still in tact down there and I'm not ready to leave" * I leave it at that, not wanting to announce to all my friends that I just want to go and mourn my dead lover in peace. The man I loved, no love, is gone and all I want to do is go back to his crypt say my good byes and cry a little and then see what happens. I'm not ready to leave the one place I had to share with him*.
Willow's POV
"Dawn, come here for a minute," I say. Of course worry is in my voice Buffy is acting like a dead women on legs. *Well, no dead women have legs. Like a dead woman that is alive, but dead inside. Is that it? Has Buffy finally given hope all hope now that Spike is gone? Did he really mean that much to her? I mean they slept together, but that was all, right? I mean there was nothing wrong with Spike. He had a soul now, and he was just like Angel, just he didn't lose his soul when in complete pleasure. But he didn't sleep with Buffy after he came back. Ew, bad Willow, no more Buffy and Spike sex talk *.
"What, Will?"
"Listen, Dawn. I want you to watch over Buffy. She needs you right now she needs all of us. Spike's death really brought her down, so just you know no Spike talk or anything. If she needs you help her. Okay?"
"Yeah, Will. Will do". At that she walks off obviously less worried then I am. I can't help, the last time I lost somebody I went all dark murder-y, and if Buffy did that nothing would be left. * Of course then she wouldn't be able to get back into heaven to see Spike and of course that is where he is. How could he not be, I mean he saved the world, and was a soulless vamp for a long time but still he helped us. For only one reason, I guess, for Buffy. He loved her so much and it's too late now, but she loved him just as much. Maybe it was their fault for not helping her realize it. But even if it wasn't, but she still felt guilty. I mean I think he was the love of her life and she didn't even realize it until it was to late, till it was to late. What if I had never known Tara and knew that I loved her and then right after Warren had shot her. And then Tara had never believed her after she had said it*. Just the thought of Warren made her mad, she could feel her tips turn black, but she controlled herself.
"Willow, are you okay?" Xander asked.
"Uh, what? Oh, yeah, fine. Everything is peachy-keen in Willow land"
Xander's POV
*It didn't sound to me like every thing was peachy-keen in Willow land
or Buffy-land. Both of my best friends are going crazy, for unknown
reasons. Well, maybe not. Buffy missed Spike and Willow was obviously
worried about Buffy and remembering Tara. Now we have all lost someone
we love. Anya, Tara, Spike, Joyce, Angel, Riley, I think Buffy has
more people then we do. I mean what she is the Slayer, but she is
never going to lose us scoobies. And now she can be a normal girl,
just like Willow. Oh, God! Two Willows no! Maybe like, well, no one he
knew was normal so he didn't know someone he could say. Even Cordy had
her visions, and Anya had her demony-ness and of course how she had a
passion for talking about sex when no one else wanted to hear about
it. Ah, she was so independent, so beautiful, so Anya. He would miss
her, he just wished he could take back the day of the wedding. He had
always wanted a second chance, but after a while there seemed to be
nothing left there. He still loved her, just not in the same fiery
passion he had before. He loved her like some one loved some one after
they had been best friends for a long time. She knew that he had and
she had gone down saving Andrew. Like he said always doing the stupid
thing. I'll miss*
"Xander, what is up with you? Are you okay?" Dawn asks me.
"Yeah, Dawnster. Great". Oh God, now I'm spacing. * Bad Xander,
Bad*
Buffy's POV (A/N: This is probably about a day later. Buffy is in
Spike's Crypt saying her 'Goodbye')
His crypt still smelled like him. A mixture of blood, cigarette smoke, and something she had never been able to place. Of course the crypt was mostly in ruins, the same as everything else in Sunny Dale. There were still some things left, though. Things that had made Spike , well, Spike. His t.v. which was surprisingly working, a pack a cigarettes, and something Buffy had never seen before. A notebook. Being her nosy self, Buffy picked it up, some of the pages had been ripped out and the writing was smeared from water, but still she could read it.
To make you feel my love. To: Buffy
When the rain is blowing in your face and
The whole world is on your case
I would offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
The evening shadows and stars
There is no one to dry your tears
I would hole you for a million years
To make you feel my love
And I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
Known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong
I'd go hungry, I'd go blind for you
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There isn't anything I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
Storms a raging on a rolling sea
Down the highway of regret (A/N: I don't know if that part is right)
Winds of change are blowing wild and free
But you haven't seen anything like me yet
There isn't anything I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of this earth for you
Make you happy make your dreams come true
To make you feel my love
By the time I was done, tears were rolling down my face. I could almost see him writing this.
"Good bye, Spike," I said. Slowly I sank to the floor and cried.
