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Spike unlocked the door to his house. He stepped inside and turned his head around to make sure the Slayer was following, which she wasn't. Eliza was just standing in the front yard next to the tree Spike used to stand by to watch Buffy in her room. She was gazing up at the window on the second floor, to the very left of the house. Then she looked down on the ground to the right of her foot. She circled the tree and smiled. Spike rolled his eyes.
"What are you doing?" He asked, pretending like he didn't care.
"You used to stand here." Eliza said, standing in the spot where she was before. Her eyes met that window once again. "You used to look in this window for hours." She smiled. "She liked it when you did that. It made her feel needed." The blonde looked down to the right of her once again. "You used to smoke when you watched her. And you would put your butts here. Once Dawn came out and saw you. She tried to convince you to quit smoking."
Spike smiled at the memories. "Yeh luv, that was a long time ago." He spoke gently, as if it might hurt her if he was too rough. Spike talked to her like he used to talk to Dru.
"But it feels so recent."
"I know." He sighed and stepped down onto the stairs of the porch and sat down.
Eliza sensed the vampire's pain and broke free from her trance-like state. She sat next to him on the porch and put a hand on his shoulder. "Lets go inside." She stood up and walked into the house, looking around.
The house was very dark. Energy vibes seeped up through the floor of the house and entered Eliza. She felt pain, sadness, anger and torture. Not a moment of happiness. She looked to her left and saw what appeared to once be a living room. The couch was torn and faded from age and the windows were painted black. There was a big T.V. across from the couch. It's glass was broken and on top of it sat a smaller T.V.
"Does Darcy know you're here?" Spike asked, following Eliza inside.
"Uhh.no."
"You know she's going to freak out when she finds out that you went out on your own. She'll probably make you train extra hard and make you study many, many demons."
Eliza groaned. She realized that Darcy probably already noticed that Eliza was not in her bed. Darcy was probably very angry.
"The kitchen's that-a-way. I'll call her and be right in." Spike said, heading towards the phone.
Eliza entered the kitchen and sat at the table. She soon got bored and started looking through the cupboards, not expecting to find much of anything. She opened one and found hot cocoa mix. The slayer looked in the refrigerator and found fresh milk. Eliza moved expertly around the kitchen, able to make hot cocoa with the little marshmallows.
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While Spike watched Eliza clear the room, he made his way to the phone.
"Hello? Spike?" Darcy said quickly, sounding worried.
"That it is pet."
"Do you have the faintest idea where Eliza is?"
"Yeh, she's with me. I went to get her for some training. Don't worry your little head."
"I didn't see you come in."
"Well you weren't looking hard enough. I thought you were asleep, I didn't want to wake you."
"Well tell me next time Spike. Sleeping or not." Darcy said with a big sigh of relief.
"Alright, don't get your knickers in a twist."
"Shut up Spike. Now I'm going to be locking the door. Did she grab the key that I told her to use whenever she left?"
"Uhm.I don't think she did."
"How long do you think you two will be? Now I will be staying awake all night waiting for that silly girl."
"Don't worry about it. She can stay here." Spike sounded uncertain of himself. He didn't know why he was doing this.
"I'm not sure that's wise."
"Yes it's wise. Now get some sleep. G'night."
"Goodnight William." Darcy said then hung up the phone.
Spike hung up the phone right after that. She always called him William right before he left or before he hung up. The vampire made his way to the kitchen, the smell of chocolate was in the air. "What are you doing?" He asked, trying to sound annoyed.
"Hot cocoa for all! Well..all being just us." She held up his mug. "Oh and a little something extra in it for you!"
Spike grabbed the mug and raised an eyebrow. He was sure she put soap in there, or something like that. He raised it to his lips and took a sip. The taste of Hot Cocoa, marshmallows and blood filled his mouth. "Blood?" Spike asked.
"Yep!"
"That's nice, you didn't have to. I haven't had blood in my cocoa before, never thought of it actually."
"Well now you have." Eliza's facial expressions grew serious. "How much trouble am I in."
Spike lowered his face. "Tons, loads, you are in so deep." He said. Eliza hunched down. Spike started chuckling. "You're covered love. I said I came and got you. You're gunna stay here tonight."
"Oh." Eliza said simply. "What time do you usually go to bed?"
"Uhm.Usually around four in the morning, because that's when I'm finished patrolling. Well, when I don't have a newbie Slayer following me around." He said with a wink. 'and four is usually when I have drunken myself into a coma.' Spike mentally added.
"Oh. Well, it's about four."
"That's why I would be going to bed as soon as I show you your room." He put his hand out to have her follow him up the stairs.
"No that's okay. I haven't been sleeping much of late. Well.at all. I'll just stay down here. Night."
Spike grabbed her by the arm. "No slayer, come on." He led her up the stairs.
Now, in Spikes bedroom, Eliza wondered around looking at everything while Spike got her something to wear for bed. She picked up a picture of a blonde who looked similar to her. Just a bit older, and her eyes were completely green. She was beautiful. Spike came in and Eliza set down the picture.
"You can wear this to bed." He said lifting up some clothes.
"Spike, like I said, I have a hard time sleeping."
"I can get you to fall asleep. Take a shower, because you stink. And change into this when you're done. The shower's that way and I suppose you know how to start it. I got clean towels there for ya too."
"Thanks." Eliza said, as she went into the bathroom.
Spike went downstairs and pulled out the popcorn. After about thirty minutes of fixing popcorn, pop, blood for himself and getting a tape for them to watch, Eliza was out of the shower.
Eliza walked down the stairs in Spike's hand-me-downs, feeling a little reluctant with each passing step. 'Good lord I look extremely skanky.' She thought to herself. Spike looked up at her with adoration in his eyes. He quickly thought the better of it and shook it away.
"So the close fit I see?"
"Yeah, somewhat."
"That's good."
"Spike why did you do it?" Eliza asked him with a sullen look on her face.
"Do what, luv?" He was completely confused.
"Invite me over here."
"If I remember correctly, you invited yourself over."
Spike grinned. Eliza hated when he did that. Acted all smart-assy and all like.knowing things. God he's so gorgeous with the blue eyes and blonde hair and the tall dark and handsome thing. Oh that's it, his smile..there's a spell on his smile. When he smiles it makes girls fall in love with him. Like when RJ had on the lettermen's jacket and it made the girls fall in love with him and Buffy and Dawn and Willow and..oh my god how do I know all this? It's the smile I just wished he would.
"Stop grinning!" Eliza yelled out loud, then shrinking away and looking for a little hole to crawl in and die.
"Uhh.Excuse me.what?" Spike was beyond confused.
"I'm, um trying to have a.uh...Serious conversation. No grins."
"You're babbling." Spike said, moving closer.
"I am, I uhm.really am.But hey ya know these things happen when you're in a room, alone with a dark handsome strange man and you're wearing his clothes."
Spike smiled when she called him handsome. A good feeling washed over him. He hasn't felt this way since..Just even thinking about her made Spike mentally slap himself for thinking impure thoughts about someone other than Buffy. He brought his hands up to her cheeks and held a gaze. He couldn't help but feel at peace.
"I'm not a man."
"To me you are."
"I'm not." It tore Eliza up inside to hear Spike speak those awful words about himself. 'lost cause.' She thought.
"So you had a sleep remedy?" Eliza asked him.
"Yeah it's called movie night. Stay up until we fall asleep."
"Good plan."
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IN THE BEDROOM:
As the unlikely duo sat side by side on the bed, the movie ended. Now it was talking time. Eliza sighed to herself. She hated talking about herself. Spike clicked the T.V. off.
"What did you do when you found out you were the slayer?"
A jolt of pain and sadness came across her. Apparently also showed on her features because Spike immediately looked away, as if he were ashamed for asking.
"Well, at first I had this boyfriend, William. I never called him Will, he hated that, he said it made him sound-"
"Un-intelligent." Spike broke in.
Eliza chuckled. "Yeah, how'd you guess?"
"Human name's William," He shrugged. "Go on."
"Yeah, well, his parents used to fight...a lot. And they thought it would help their relationship if they abused him and called him names. He would call me crying all the time. Well this one night.."
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THREE WEEKS AGO, LA.
Eliza picked up the phone. "Hello?"
It was all but silent on the other end. There was shouting, pounding, heavy breathing and sobbing.
"William? What happened?"
"Dad stopped hitting me today." His voice was quite and lacked the usual strength it had, even in these times.
"Well that's good.right? Right baby?"
There was more sobbing and deep inhaling. William started to whisper. "Not good..not good..not good.."
"Baby, talk to me, what happened?"
"They found it. My poems. Dad came in and called me a queer. He said I was a stupid, dumb ass queer. He said he was ashamed of me. He took my History book and hit me with it. Over my head."
"Oh god." Eliza murmured.
"I got tired of him hitting me. I stood up and told him to stop. He wanted to know what I was going to do. I hit him with my lamp. He said if he wasn't going to beat on me..he'd..he'd.." His voice broke off into sobs.
"Baby, my baby. Shhhh. I'm here for you. What did he do? I'm here."
"He turned on Mom. He hit her with my book.Then my lamp.Then his fists. She passed out. Knocked her out cold. He said it was my fault. He said she might not wake up. If I didn't let him beat me, she wouldn't wake up. He threw me into a mirror. Shattered glass everywhere. Called me a fucking queer. He said he hates me. He said he wish I was dead."
"He doesn't wish that baby. He just doesn't know."
"That's why I have to show him."
There was a click on the other end of the phone. Eliza stood, mortified. She dashed to her window and jumped out, feeling exhilarated. She jumped off of the roof and onto the street. The blonde ran down a mile in 2 minutes. She realized something was up with the much added speed, but didn't have anytime to think about it. Finally, she reached his house. The screams from the inside were heard through the door. Eliza tried the knob with a quivering hand. It was locked. "Damn it!" She cursed. Suddenly, she backed up a few inches and kicked the door, which immediately gave in.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Williams dad screamed, running towards her. "Listen you little slut, get the fuck away from my house!"
Eliza grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and lifted him a foot in the air. "Listen you bastard. You can say whatever you want to me, but when you hurt my baby like you have just done. There's going to be hell to pay." She glared at him, hate burning into her eyes.
There was a loud banging noise that stung her ears. Eliza's eyes grew wide. She tossed him into the wall so hard, it broke into William's room. The old man was filled with fear.
"You're..just...a...girl.." He wheezed.
"I wish." She muttered. She didn't know why, or what was with new power, but she needed to find William.
She found him all right. He had shot himself in the head with his Dad's handgun. Eliza screamed and threw herself on top of William. "If I can't have you in this world." She managed in between sobs. "Then I won't be in it." Eliza lifted the gun and shot herself in the head, killing her instantly.
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IN HEVAN:
Eliza stood on a white sandy beach. "What the hell?" She murmured to herself.
"Not quite." Chuckled a voice, coming out from the waves. She was beautiful. Dressed in all white, a flowered crown atop her head, golden hair tumbling down her back. Her eyes were as green as emeralds.
"Where am I?"
The girl smiled. "It's not where are you, it's why are you here?"
"Okay, then why am I here."
"You're not going to die."
"I kind of already did."
"No."
"What do you mean no?! I want to die. I welcome death and embrace it!" Eliza shouted, with tears in her eyes. "I lost the only person I've ever loved."
"So have I. But my time was up. I couldn't go back. It's not your time. You're needed."
"Why would anyone need me?"
"You're a slayer."
"A what?" As soon as she asked, years of knowledge flowed through her skull. Vampires, monsters, demons, curses, witches, fighting. All of the angel's life was poured into her but hidden deep within her psychic energy. "Oh." Eliza said.
"Ya know, you're the first slayer to die before she was actually chosen. You're really special. You'd have to be.if you're going to be with my." She stopped herself and bit her tongue.
"You're what."
"It's not important, just tell him that I say hello and I miss him."
"Who?"
"You'll know when you tell him."
Eliza was torn in half. All this knowledge was put into her and she didn't know what it all meant. She was just a girl. She didn't want to be a slayer. She wanted to be with William.
"He loved you, ya know? Even though he didn't tell you. He did." The girl told Eliza. Eliza shook her head and stared, eyes wide into the waters.
"Hold on to that love, embrace it. Have friends. Love your enemies. Live. Live as I did."
Eliza started to cry. It was too much. She couldn't. She was just a girl.
"You're more than a girl. You're a slayer. You're THE slayer. You're the law. You're love. And you have to go. Remember, you're more special then any other slayer. The last. Good bye." The girl smiled with tears in her eyes.
"Good bye Buffy." Eliza said, pulling Buffy into a tight hug. The girls both cried, and held each other.
"You won't remember this until you have to tell about it."
"How am I going to tell when I don't remember?"
"It will come to you." Buffy smiled, and kissed Eliza on the cheek. "Live for me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BACK IN THE BEDROOM:
Spike stared at Eliza, stunned. That's how she knew all of those things. Because of Buffy.
"I had to dig out of my grave that night." Eliza said, tearing up. "I think I'm ready to sleep now." She laid her head on Spike's chest and sobbed ferociously. Spike held her until she fell asleep. He pet her head. He felt so much pity for this girl. He knew what Buffy meant by the last slayer. She came from death, and now she's not going back. Spike cried for Eliza. Then fell asleep by her side.
TBC..
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Spike unlocked the door to his house. He stepped inside and turned his head around to make sure the Slayer was following, which she wasn't. Eliza was just standing in the front yard next to the tree Spike used to stand by to watch Buffy in her room. She was gazing up at the window on the second floor, to the very left of the house. Then she looked down on the ground to the right of her foot. She circled the tree and smiled. Spike rolled his eyes.
"What are you doing?" He asked, pretending like he didn't care.
"You used to stand here." Eliza said, standing in the spot where she was before. Her eyes met that window once again. "You used to look in this window for hours." She smiled. "She liked it when you did that. It made her feel needed." The blonde looked down to the right of her once again. "You used to smoke when you watched her. And you would put your butts here. Once Dawn came out and saw you. She tried to convince you to quit smoking."
Spike smiled at the memories. "Yeh luv, that was a long time ago." He spoke gently, as if it might hurt her if he was too rough. Spike talked to her like he used to talk to Dru.
"But it feels so recent."
"I know." He sighed and stepped down onto the stairs of the porch and sat down.
Eliza sensed the vampire's pain and broke free from her trance-like state. She sat next to him on the porch and put a hand on his shoulder. "Lets go inside." She stood up and walked into the house, looking around.
The house was very dark. Energy vibes seeped up through the floor of the house and entered Eliza. She felt pain, sadness, anger and torture. Not a moment of happiness. She looked to her left and saw what appeared to once be a living room. The couch was torn and faded from age and the windows were painted black. There was a big T.V. across from the couch. It's glass was broken and on top of it sat a smaller T.V.
"Does Darcy know you're here?" Spike asked, following Eliza inside.
"Uhh.no."
"You know she's going to freak out when she finds out that you went out on your own. She'll probably make you train extra hard and make you study many, many demons."
Eliza groaned. She realized that Darcy probably already noticed that Eliza was not in her bed. Darcy was probably very angry.
"The kitchen's that-a-way. I'll call her and be right in." Spike said, heading towards the phone.
Eliza entered the kitchen and sat at the table. She soon got bored and started looking through the cupboards, not expecting to find much of anything. She opened one and found hot cocoa mix. The slayer looked in the refrigerator and found fresh milk. Eliza moved expertly around the kitchen, able to make hot cocoa with the little marshmallows.
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While Spike watched Eliza clear the room, he made his way to the phone.
"Hello? Spike?" Darcy said quickly, sounding worried.
"That it is pet."
"Do you have the faintest idea where Eliza is?"
"Yeh, she's with me. I went to get her for some training. Don't worry your little head."
"I didn't see you come in."
"Well you weren't looking hard enough. I thought you were asleep, I didn't want to wake you."
"Well tell me next time Spike. Sleeping or not." Darcy said with a big sigh of relief.
"Alright, don't get your knickers in a twist."
"Shut up Spike. Now I'm going to be locking the door. Did she grab the key that I told her to use whenever she left?"
"Uhm.I don't think she did."
"How long do you think you two will be? Now I will be staying awake all night waiting for that silly girl."
"Don't worry about it. She can stay here." Spike sounded uncertain of himself. He didn't know why he was doing this.
"I'm not sure that's wise."
"Yes it's wise. Now get some sleep. G'night."
"Goodnight William." Darcy said then hung up the phone.
Spike hung up the phone right after that. She always called him William right before he left or before he hung up. The vampire made his way to the kitchen, the smell of chocolate was in the air. "What are you doing?" He asked, trying to sound annoyed.
"Hot cocoa for all! Well..all being just us." She held up his mug. "Oh and a little something extra in it for you!"
Spike grabbed the mug and raised an eyebrow. He was sure she put soap in there, or something like that. He raised it to his lips and took a sip. The taste of Hot Cocoa, marshmallows and blood filled his mouth. "Blood?" Spike asked.
"Yep!"
"That's nice, you didn't have to. I haven't had blood in my cocoa before, never thought of it actually."
"Well now you have." Eliza's facial expressions grew serious. "How much trouble am I in."
Spike lowered his face. "Tons, loads, you are in so deep." He said. Eliza hunched down. Spike started chuckling. "You're covered love. I said I came and got you. You're gunna stay here tonight."
"Oh." Eliza said simply. "What time do you usually go to bed?"
"Uhm.Usually around four in the morning, because that's when I'm finished patrolling. Well, when I don't have a newbie Slayer following me around." He said with a wink. 'and four is usually when I have drunken myself into a coma.' Spike mentally added.
"Oh. Well, it's about four."
"That's why I would be going to bed as soon as I show you your room." He put his hand out to have her follow him up the stairs.
"No that's okay. I haven't been sleeping much of late. Well.at all. I'll just stay down here. Night."
Spike grabbed her by the arm. "No slayer, come on." He led her up the stairs.
Now, in Spikes bedroom, Eliza wondered around looking at everything while Spike got her something to wear for bed. She picked up a picture of a blonde who looked similar to her. Just a bit older, and her eyes were completely green. She was beautiful. Spike came in and Eliza set down the picture.
"You can wear this to bed." He said lifting up some clothes.
"Spike, like I said, I have a hard time sleeping."
"I can get you to fall asleep. Take a shower, because you stink. And change into this when you're done. The shower's that way and I suppose you know how to start it. I got clean towels there for ya too."
"Thanks." Eliza said, as she went into the bathroom.
Spike went downstairs and pulled out the popcorn. After about thirty minutes of fixing popcorn, pop, blood for himself and getting a tape for them to watch, Eliza was out of the shower.
Eliza walked down the stairs in Spike's hand-me-downs, feeling a little reluctant with each passing step. 'Good lord I look extremely skanky.' She thought to herself. Spike looked up at her with adoration in his eyes. He quickly thought the better of it and shook it away.
"So the close fit I see?"
"Yeah, somewhat."
"That's good."
"Spike why did you do it?" Eliza asked him with a sullen look on her face.
"Do what, luv?" He was completely confused.
"Invite me over here."
"If I remember correctly, you invited yourself over."
Spike grinned. Eliza hated when he did that. Acted all smart-assy and all like.knowing things. God he's so gorgeous with the blue eyes and blonde hair and the tall dark and handsome thing. Oh that's it, his smile..there's a spell on his smile. When he smiles it makes girls fall in love with him. Like when RJ had on the lettermen's jacket and it made the girls fall in love with him and Buffy and Dawn and Willow and..oh my god how do I know all this? It's the smile I just wished he would.
"Stop grinning!" Eliza yelled out loud, then shrinking away and looking for a little hole to crawl in and die.
"Uhh.Excuse me.what?" Spike was beyond confused.
"I'm, um trying to have a.uh...Serious conversation. No grins."
"You're babbling." Spike said, moving closer.
"I am, I uhm.really am.But hey ya know these things happen when you're in a room, alone with a dark handsome strange man and you're wearing his clothes."
Spike smiled when she called him handsome. A good feeling washed over him. He hasn't felt this way since..Just even thinking about her made Spike mentally slap himself for thinking impure thoughts about someone other than Buffy. He brought his hands up to her cheeks and held a gaze. He couldn't help but feel at peace.
"I'm not a man."
"To me you are."
"I'm not." It tore Eliza up inside to hear Spike speak those awful words about himself. 'lost cause.' She thought.
"So you had a sleep remedy?" Eliza asked him.
"Yeah it's called movie night. Stay up until we fall asleep."
"Good plan."
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IN THE BEDROOM:
As the unlikely duo sat side by side on the bed, the movie ended. Now it was talking time. Eliza sighed to herself. She hated talking about herself. Spike clicked the T.V. off.
"What did you do when you found out you were the slayer?"
A jolt of pain and sadness came across her. Apparently also showed on her features because Spike immediately looked away, as if he were ashamed for asking.
"Well, at first I had this boyfriend, William. I never called him Will, he hated that, he said it made him sound-"
"Un-intelligent." Spike broke in.
Eliza chuckled. "Yeah, how'd you guess?"
"Human name's William," He shrugged. "Go on."
"Yeah, well, his parents used to fight...a lot. And they thought it would help their relationship if they abused him and called him names. He would call me crying all the time. Well this one night.."
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THREE WEEKS AGO, LA.
Eliza picked up the phone. "Hello?"
It was all but silent on the other end. There was shouting, pounding, heavy breathing and sobbing.
"William? What happened?"
"Dad stopped hitting me today." His voice was quite and lacked the usual strength it had, even in these times.
"Well that's good.right? Right baby?"
There was more sobbing and deep inhaling. William started to whisper. "Not good..not good..not good.."
"Baby, talk to me, what happened?"
"They found it. My poems. Dad came in and called me a queer. He said I was a stupid, dumb ass queer. He said he was ashamed of me. He took my History book and hit me with it. Over my head."
"Oh god." Eliza murmured.
"I got tired of him hitting me. I stood up and told him to stop. He wanted to know what I was going to do. I hit him with my lamp. He said if he wasn't going to beat on me..he'd..he'd.." His voice broke off into sobs.
"Baby, my baby. Shhhh. I'm here for you. What did he do? I'm here."
"He turned on Mom. He hit her with my book.Then my lamp.Then his fists. She passed out. Knocked her out cold. He said it was my fault. He said she might not wake up. If I didn't let him beat me, she wouldn't wake up. He threw me into a mirror. Shattered glass everywhere. Called me a fucking queer. He said he hates me. He said he wish I was dead."
"He doesn't wish that baby. He just doesn't know."
"That's why I have to show him."
There was a click on the other end of the phone. Eliza stood, mortified. She dashed to her window and jumped out, feeling exhilarated. She jumped off of the roof and onto the street. The blonde ran down a mile in 2 minutes. She realized something was up with the much added speed, but didn't have anytime to think about it. Finally, she reached his house. The screams from the inside were heard through the door. Eliza tried the knob with a quivering hand. It was locked. "Damn it!" She cursed. Suddenly, she backed up a few inches and kicked the door, which immediately gave in.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Williams dad screamed, running towards her. "Listen you little slut, get the fuck away from my house!"
Eliza grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and lifted him a foot in the air. "Listen you bastard. You can say whatever you want to me, but when you hurt my baby like you have just done. There's going to be hell to pay." She glared at him, hate burning into her eyes.
There was a loud banging noise that stung her ears. Eliza's eyes grew wide. She tossed him into the wall so hard, it broke into William's room. The old man was filled with fear.
"You're..just...a...girl.." He wheezed.
"I wish." She muttered. She didn't know why, or what was with new power, but she needed to find William.
She found him all right. He had shot himself in the head with his Dad's handgun. Eliza screamed and threw herself on top of William. "If I can't have you in this world." She managed in between sobs. "Then I won't be in it." Eliza lifted the gun and shot herself in the head, killing her instantly.
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IN HEVAN:
Eliza stood on a white sandy beach. "What the hell?" She murmured to herself.
"Not quite." Chuckled a voice, coming out from the waves. She was beautiful. Dressed in all white, a flowered crown atop her head, golden hair tumbling down her back. Her eyes were as green as emeralds.
"Where am I?"
The girl smiled. "It's not where are you, it's why are you here?"
"Okay, then why am I here."
"You're not going to die."
"I kind of already did."
"No."
"What do you mean no?! I want to die. I welcome death and embrace it!" Eliza shouted, with tears in her eyes. "I lost the only person I've ever loved."
"So have I. But my time was up. I couldn't go back. It's not your time. You're needed."
"Why would anyone need me?"
"You're a slayer."
"A what?" As soon as she asked, years of knowledge flowed through her skull. Vampires, monsters, demons, curses, witches, fighting. All of the angel's life was poured into her but hidden deep within her psychic energy. "Oh." Eliza said.
"Ya know, you're the first slayer to die before she was actually chosen. You're really special. You'd have to be.if you're going to be with my." She stopped herself and bit her tongue.
"You're what."
"It's not important, just tell him that I say hello and I miss him."
"Who?"
"You'll know when you tell him."
Eliza was torn in half. All this knowledge was put into her and she didn't know what it all meant. She was just a girl. She didn't want to be a slayer. She wanted to be with William.
"He loved you, ya know? Even though he didn't tell you. He did." The girl told Eliza. Eliza shook her head and stared, eyes wide into the waters.
"Hold on to that love, embrace it. Have friends. Love your enemies. Live. Live as I did."
Eliza started to cry. It was too much. She couldn't. She was just a girl.
"You're more than a girl. You're a slayer. You're THE slayer. You're the law. You're love. And you have to go. Remember, you're more special then any other slayer. The last. Good bye." The girl smiled with tears in her eyes.
"Good bye Buffy." Eliza said, pulling Buffy into a tight hug. The girls both cried, and held each other.
"You won't remember this until you have to tell about it."
"How am I going to tell when I don't remember?"
"It will come to you." Buffy smiled, and kissed Eliza on the cheek. "Live for me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BACK IN THE BEDROOM:
Spike stared at Eliza, stunned. That's how she knew all of those things. Because of Buffy.
"I had to dig out of my grave that night." Eliza said, tearing up. "I think I'm ready to sleep now." She laid her head on Spike's chest and sobbed ferociously. Spike held her until she fell asleep. He pet her head. He felt so much pity for this girl. He knew what Buffy meant by the last slayer. She came from death, and now she's not going back. Spike cried for Eliza. Then fell asleep by her side.
TBC..