Part VII
"The first guy that ever teally liked me was some robot demon. I thought I was really falling-
"Hey. Come on now. the first guy I had the hots for since I moved here was a vamp."
"Yeah, and let'snot forget my crush on the Praying Mantis biology teacher. Typical love life on the Hell Mouth."
"Yeah, let's face it; our love lives are doomed."
- Willow, Buffy, and Xander
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Back Down Memory Lane
"Saturday, I kill you."
"Women!"
"Hey! Truce here. Truth is I like this world."
"And I'm all you've got."
"Love isn't brains, children. It's blood; blood screamin' inside you to work its will."
"So, what did it take to part the slayer's dimpled knees?"
"Slayer."
"I love you."
"I still have Buffy taste in my mouth."
"I'm a friend of Xander's."
"Hey, I'm bad... Oh and if you're trying to kill her- (thumbs up.)"
"Yeah, back off, Betty."
"Death is on your heels, baby. Sooner or later, it's going to catch you."
"You know you wanna dance."
"You'll find her. It's what you hero types do."
"I, love you. It's wrong, I know it."
"What the bleeding hell is wrong with you bloddy women?! What the hell does it take?!"
"Just couldn't bear to see her in that much pain. Let Glory kill me first."
"Right person, person I loved, I'd do it."
"You treated me like a man..."
"147 days yesterday, 148 today."
"Every night I saved you."
"You belong in the dark, with me."
"You can make me feel."
"Don't worry slayer, I got your back."
"I know what kind of girl you really are."
"You came back wrong."
"I love you. You know it."
"You're better than this."
"That's my girl."
"Do you even like me?"
"Do you trust me?"
"I want you. I always want you."
"I love you."
"Let yourself live already."
"You know you feel the way I do."
"I love you."
"I love you..."
Thoughts of her lover clouded her mind as the Slayer slowly began to regain her equilibrium. His chisled cheek bones, his intense azure eyes, his platinum locks... All dissipated in a pile of ash, mingling with the earth.
A horrible sinse of dread suddenly overcame her. She was finally able to move close enough to his leather duster and chain. As she clutched at it, she began to sob. She wasn't aware of how long she sat there, but all she knew was that her sorrow was replaced with extreme anger and hatred. Picking up the coat and putting on the chain, she walked back home- all the while formulating her slow and tortuous revenge against the vamps.
Somewhere in Argentina...
"Dru, what is wrong?" the sorceress asked her close vampire friend.
"It is my William; my little Spike. He now dances in the wind." Dru said with a faraway look in her eyes. she began to tremble.
"Fairuza, I want him back. I want the birds to sing and the stars to shine again. He belongs with me."
"But I thought it was over between you two? You said he was lost to you." the tall, svelte, brown skinned enchantress replied.
"Only temporary. We were going to have an eternity together. We could of still worked things out. Once that slayer was gone from his mind... I knew we'd be back together. I want that chance again. Miss Edith wants her daddy back. Would you do it, for me?" Dru pouted.
"Well, I'm gonna need some things..."
"And you shall have it, my sweet."
"Do you know where he perished?"
Dru tilted her head for a moment in thought, then became enraged.
"It's her fault! The slayer has truly killed him! I told him to leave that terrible place...Oooh."
Becoming bored with her insane friend's babbling, Fairuza interupted.
"Where, Dru?" she asked in a kind tone.
"Where it all started; Sunnydale..."
********************
"Buffy, well, it's about time you came back. Where have you been? These girls have been driving me up-" Giles stopped his tirade as Buffy completely ignored him. He watched as she gently placed Spike's coat on the banister and proceeded to her weapons chest, grabbed an axe and weighed it in her hand. The look in her eyes was completely deadly.
"Buffy, what happened tonight?" Giles asked with sincere concern and worry. Buffy stopped examining the axe, furrowed her brow as if in serious contemplation to the question. She turned and looked at him with misty eyes.
"They killed him. They beat him and killed him and I-" she stopped. The words were too hard to say. She covered her mouth with her free hand as uncontrollable sobs wrecked through her body. Giles walked over to her from the doorway and held her as she continued weeping. His fatherly instincts for his surrogate daughter took off on auto pilot. He knew exactly how she felt. he remembered Jenny; what it had been like to see her lifeless body ... he realized Buffy had no body to bury; no final goodbyes.
"They drugged me, Giles. I couldn't move. I-I couldn't stop them." As if answering his unasked question, she continued, " They threatened to kill me if he tried to escape. I couldn't help him-" Her voice broke. Once she regained her composure, she released from his embrace and stood erect.
"They have to pay. They're going to pay." Giles gave her a woried look.
"It's okay. I'm not a witch, and they were all vampires."
"But Buffy, you can't go alone. You might get yourself hurt, or worse. Remember when I went after Angelus? Anger can only get you so far, and then it'll get you killed. Xander and I should accompany you. Plus, you don't know who or-or where they-"
"Got that covered. Anya can help executing my vengence by helping me find them." Giles gave a defeated sigh.
"Well, fine. But we're coming with you."
"Fine. Tomorrow we'll go.. But I need to be alone tonight. Will you stay?"
"You needn't ask. Of ocurse I will. I'll call Xander tomorrow." she nodded in reply and trudged up the stairs.
******************
She couldn't sleep. She wasn't even sure why she even bothered. Whether her eyes or closed or not, she'd see him in her minds eye, disentergrating. In spite of their many bad times, they were just as many good; more so recently. She hadn't been that happy in a long while.
She didn't understand why the Powers that Be were so cruel. She'd done her job; served it well after time. Given her life twice. Yet it seemed as if she were being punished for something. First Angel, her mom, now this. Not only was he taken away from her, she was forced to watch it all. She suspected that this time, the pain would never go away.
Next morning- Magic Box
"Buffy, I've been expecting you. I'm sorry. I didn't want him to die." she said solemy, coming from around the counter and embracing her.
"So, you seeking vengeance?" her demon senses picking up on her pain and hatred.
"Yes. I want to know who and where- now. And I want it to be slow and painful."
"Buffy I can't. At least, not without the magic word."
"Fine. I wish to find the vamps that killed Spike and kill them." she said with malice. Anya's face changed to its demon form.
"Done."
"The first guy that ever teally liked me was some robot demon. I thought I was really falling-
"Hey. Come on now. the first guy I had the hots for since I moved here was a vamp."
"Yeah, and let'snot forget my crush on the Praying Mantis biology teacher. Typical love life on the Hell Mouth."
"Yeah, let's face it; our love lives are doomed."
- Willow, Buffy, and Xander
____________________________________________________________________________ __
Back Down Memory Lane
"Saturday, I kill you."
"Women!"
"Hey! Truce here. Truth is I like this world."
"And I'm all you've got."
"Love isn't brains, children. It's blood; blood screamin' inside you to work its will."
"So, what did it take to part the slayer's dimpled knees?"
"Slayer."
"I love you."
"I still have Buffy taste in my mouth."
"I'm a friend of Xander's."
"Hey, I'm bad... Oh and if you're trying to kill her- (thumbs up.)"
"Yeah, back off, Betty."
"Death is on your heels, baby. Sooner or later, it's going to catch you."
"You know you wanna dance."
"You'll find her. It's what you hero types do."
"I, love you. It's wrong, I know it."
"What the bleeding hell is wrong with you bloddy women?! What the hell does it take?!"
"Just couldn't bear to see her in that much pain. Let Glory kill me first."
"Right person, person I loved, I'd do it."
"You treated me like a man..."
"147 days yesterday, 148 today."
"Every night I saved you."
"You belong in the dark, with me."
"You can make me feel."
"Don't worry slayer, I got your back."
"I know what kind of girl you really are."
"You came back wrong."
"I love you. You know it."
"You're better than this."
"That's my girl."
"Do you even like me?"
"Do you trust me?"
"I want you. I always want you."
"I love you."
"Let yourself live already."
"You know you feel the way I do."
"I love you."
"I love you..."
Thoughts of her lover clouded her mind as the Slayer slowly began to regain her equilibrium. His chisled cheek bones, his intense azure eyes, his platinum locks... All dissipated in a pile of ash, mingling with the earth.
A horrible sinse of dread suddenly overcame her. She was finally able to move close enough to his leather duster and chain. As she clutched at it, she began to sob. She wasn't aware of how long she sat there, but all she knew was that her sorrow was replaced with extreme anger and hatred. Picking up the coat and putting on the chain, she walked back home- all the while formulating her slow and tortuous revenge against the vamps.
Somewhere in Argentina...
"Dru, what is wrong?" the sorceress asked her close vampire friend.
"It is my William; my little Spike. He now dances in the wind." Dru said with a faraway look in her eyes. she began to tremble.
"Fairuza, I want him back. I want the birds to sing and the stars to shine again. He belongs with me."
"But I thought it was over between you two? You said he was lost to you." the tall, svelte, brown skinned enchantress replied.
"Only temporary. We were going to have an eternity together. We could of still worked things out. Once that slayer was gone from his mind... I knew we'd be back together. I want that chance again. Miss Edith wants her daddy back. Would you do it, for me?" Dru pouted.
"Well, I'm gonna need some things..."
"And you shall have it, my sweet."
"Do you know where he perished?"
Dru tilted her head for a moment in thought, then became enraged.
"It's her fault! The slayer has truly killed him! I told him to leave that terrible place...Oooh."
Becoming bored with her insane friend's babbling, Fairuza interupted.
"Where, Dru?" she asked in a kind tone.
"Where it all started; Sunnydale..."
********************
"Buffy, well, it's about time you came back. Where have you been? These girls have been driving me up-" Giles stopped his tirade as Buffy completely ignored him. He watched as she gently placed Spike's coat on the banister and proceeded to her weapons chest, grabbed an axe and weighed it in her hand. The look in her eyes was completely deadly.
"Buffy, what happened tonight?" Giles asked with sincere concern and worry. Buffy stopped examining the axe, furrowed her brow as if in serious contemplation to the question. She turned and looked at him with misty eyes.
"They killed him. They beat him and killed him and I-" she stopped. The words were too hard to say. She covered her mouth with her free hand as uncontrollable sobs wrecked through her body. Giles walked over to her from the doorway and held her as she continued weeping. His fatherly instincts for his surrogate daughter took off on auto pilot. He knew exactly how she felt. he remembered Jenny; what it had been like to see her lifeless body ... he realized Buffy had no body to bury; no final goodbyes.
"They drugged me, Giles. I couldn't move. I-I couldn't stop them." As if answering his unasked question, she continued, " They threatened to kill me if he tried to escape. I couldn't help him-" Her voice broke. Once she regained her composure, she released from his embrace and stood erect.
"They have to pay. They're going to pay." Giles gave her a woried look.
"It's okay. I'm not a witch, and they were all vampires."
"But Buffy, you can't go alone. You might get yourself hurt, or worse. Remember when I went after Angelus? Anger can only get you so far, and then it'll get you killed. Xander and I should accompany you. Plus, you don't know who or-or where they-"
"Got that covered. Anya can help executing my vengence by helping me find them." Giles gave a defeated sigh.
"Well, fine. But we're coming with you."
"Fine. Tomorrow we'll go.. But I need to be alone tonight. Will you stay?"
"You needn't ask. Of ocurse I will. I'll call Xander tomorrow." she nodded in reply and trudged up the stairs.
******************
She couldn't sleep. She wasn't even sure why she even bothered. Whether her eyes or closed or not, she'd see him in her minds eye, disentergrating. In spite of their many bad times, they were just as many good; more so recently. She hadn't been that happy in a long while.
She didn't understand why the Powers that Be were so cruel. She'd done her job; served it well after time. Given her life twice. Yet it seemed as if she were being punished for something. First Angel, her mom, now this. Not only was he taken away from her, she was forced to watch it all. She suspected that this time, the pain would never go away.
Next morning- Magic Box
"Buffy, I've been expecting you. I'm sorry. I didn't want him to die." she said solemy, coming from around the counter and embracing her.
"So, you seeking vengeance?" her demon senses picking up on her pain and hatred.
"Yes. I want to know who and where- now. And I want it to be slow and painful."
"Buffy I can't. At least, not without the magic word."
"Fine. I wish to find the vamps that killed Spike and kill them." she said with malice. Anya's face changed to its demon form.
"Done."
