Buffy ran. She had one chance to stop the evil. One chance to bring it all
to an end. She knew that Dawn was crying, and Buffy was crying too. To put
an end to evil.she had to think of that. But why did it have to take away
her life? There were so many things that she wanted to do.
She wanted to see Angel again. She wanted to go out patrolling and find Spike waiting for her. She wanted to see Dawn grow up, and look at her friend's happy faces. She wanted to find solace in a lover's touch, one who wouldn't leave her. She wanted to be herself again.
And suddenly, Buffy was at the end of the tower, and she jumped. The energy crackled through her, and she cried. She screamed for her friends, for Dawn, for Spike. She screamed for all the things she would miss.
Buffy's friends looked up. Her scream cut through the night, explaining all the things that she hadn't said. She was giving herself up for them. And they had wanted her too. They had sent Buffy up there to save the world, and, just like always, she had.
Spike didn't look up when he heard her scream. He looked down at his hands, clenched fists that were bloody from fighting. He longed to jump up and scream her name, to make his voice swallow hers so that he wouldn't hear it anymore. God, he was in agony. Buffy, his Buffy was dying in front of him and there was nothing he could do.
She wanted to see Angel again. She wanted to go out patrolling and find Spike waiting for her. She wanted to see Dawn grow up, and look at her friend's happy faces. She wanted to find solace in a lover's touch, one who wouldn't leave her. She wanted to be herself again.
And suddenly, Buffy was at the end of the tower, and she jumped. The energy crackled through her, and she cried. She screamed for her friends, for Dawn, for Spike. She screamed for all the things she would miss.
Buffy's friends looked up. Her scream cut through the night, explaining all the things that she hadn't said. She was giving herself up for them. And they had wanted her too. They had sent Buffy up there to save the world, and, just like always, she had.
Spike didn't look up when he heard her scream. He looked down at his hands, clenched fists that were bloody from fighting. He longed to jump up and scream her name, to make his voice swallow hers so that he wouldn't hear it anymore. God, he was in agony. Buffy, his Buffy was dying in front of him and there was nothing he could do.