By Rosie and Amelia
Disclaimer: People if you think these Characters belong to me I suggest you go check and see what's in your water. These characters belong to people way over in America you know Joss and what such, go hassle them….
Ok Guys this is Amelia chapter… Anya is like her Queen so I couldn't not let her write it…. Give all your praise to her…
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Anya
"And, and Xander's crying and not talking, and, and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch...."
Joyce liked fruit punch. She told me. She told me how she when she was a little girl, she made it with lemons from her tree, and forgot to add sugar. That's stupid, everyone knows you have to add sugar. It sweetens the whole thing, it makes the fruit punch real fruit punch. But Joyce didn't know, she couldn't know everything – she was only human.
Humans die.
Did I do that? Did I kill people who were innocent and didn't know about the sugar? Did I do to their families what this has done to us? Xander, my big strong Xander with the large upper arms and the always smiling eyes is crying.
And I'm crying.
I'm crying about Joyce like she was my mother. I don't even remember my mother, but I do remember her making me feel better. When I was younger, smaller, shorter and felt ill, she would comfort me. Joyce never comforted me, not like that, but I saw her with Dawn.
She was loved.
Sometimes when they thought I wasn't watching, I would stare at Joyce and Dawn. Since being stuck on this mortal plane I haven't met many families. There's Xander's but they're usually drunk and display violent tendencies in public. Joyce and Dawn weren't a real family, not joined by blood and made with sex, but they made each other feel better.
It's not fair.
Dawn… what's she going to do? Will she be stolen by child services and forced to work as an underpaid servant in a dingy basement, making cheap tracksuits?
I don't understand.
Why won't they tell me? They've been through this before, they understand death, they've been humans their whole lives with human relatives who die all the time. Why won't Xander hug me and tell me that everything's going to be alright? That, that Dawn and Buffy will get their mum back, that he didn't break his hand when punching the wall in a vain effort to blame someone, that Glory isn't trying to kill us all, that… that… that I won't die.
I'm human.
I can die. I will die. I haven't got long left, about fifty years before I become senile and wrinkly and forgetful and have hairs on my chin like a beard. What if Xander dies first? How will I go through it?
I hate death.
Author's Note: I, Xanya forever, wrote this one. I'd like to add a little note to the "anonymous" reviewer who made a choice little comment about the Buffy chapter. How dare you flame my little Rosie???? It's very rude. Also, the whole point of fanfic is that you use characters that already exist. And why were you on a fanfic site if you find it pathetic? I would be rude back, but my sister just said to me that an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, so I will refrain, but you watch out cos I'll stalk you hehehehehe. Ahem, sorry for that little outburst….
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