Chapter 2 Poison Girl
I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
and loves heart is death
for me and my poison girl
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'to hide from the rising dark I retreat to the darkest places.."
Entering her haven, she took a breathe of the dark stale air. It smelt of
decay, of dead flesh, of an utter absence of life. Falling next to an old
wooden trunk, she fumbled with its latches and struggled to open the top.
Reaching down inside, she pulled out a dirty, bloodstained dress.
'And now I'm down to the dress she died in, Willow... forgive me for
tainting the last thing that I have held sacred..'
Her shaken hands tore it to strips and as she used the white clothe to
bind the bleeding wounds of her hands and feet. Picking out splinters as she
went along. It hurt almost as much as when they had drove them in. Her wrists
bound in steel to the wooden cross, feet, waist and head tightly secured. They
hung her on the roadside to die, using her very own weapons to hold her up.
They didn't think she would have the strength or will to drag the stake through
her hands, pulling it all the way through, giving her a free hand. Even if
barely usable, she managed to pry herself free of the mockery of what she had
once stood for.
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A prey she was for the cruelty of love
while its serpents inside
crawled straight to her heart
The coldest kiss
love ceased to exist
While we grew apart like never before
I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And love wants us dead
just me and my poison girl
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Her newly bound feet and hands carried her further down into the cave, the reek
of rotting flesh grew stronger as she went deeper. She could see in the
half-light her temple. Her Reminder, the world's memorial. It looked like a war
zone. Thousands of corpses rotted in a huge pit. All humans, all mutilated.
Each one, as they had died, she had thrown into the pit, safe from the filthy
demons that wouldn't give them rest even in death. This was her duty now, her
sacred mission, to protect these humbling reminders of what she once had. She
would keep on with this mission until she could stand only long enough to throw
herself in to join them in oblivion. This was all Buffy Summers had left of her
world. A thousand rotten corpses, some of which she loved, all of which someone
had. She lived in this cave like a wild animal, she was filthy, starved and
alone. Reduced to eating the very beasts she hunted to sustain herself.
"what have I become..."
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I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And loves heart is death
for me and my poison girl
the fire in her eyes
grew dim and then died
as the poison inside reached her heart
and the coldest kiss
faith ceased to exist
as we grew apart like never before
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Buffy.. My Buffy.. My blond haired goddess.. what was she like now? How
was she taking care of herself? Did she still think of him? He didn't know what
was happening, Angel had been reluctant to give any details. He could see the
fear in his Keeper's eyes.
'Are we going to her?'
'Yes.. but there's somethings I have to tell you."
'Well, what?'
'we don't know exactly what happened in Sacramento.. It's been hit the hardest,
the longest. We've been kept relatively safe because of our connections but
Buffy had nothing there. Everyone else is gone. She's been alone for three
years in hell basically. We know where is now but the witches are worried.
Death surrounds her, Spike. Something is not right.'
'Well let's go and find out, shall we Peaches?'
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I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
and loves heart is death
for me and my poison girl
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From a mile away you could tell something was wrong with the place. A cave
hidden in a once green valley, near the remains of a highway. Their approach
was silent. The group had been kept down to just Peaches and Spike. Spike
walked into the cave and felt sick, blood splattered the walls and left tracks
up and down the rock strewn ground, a demon carcass lays in the corner and an
old carven chest sat opposite it.
Spike hissed in recognition as he scrambled towards it, prying open the lid. Weapons, clothes, pictures and other remnants of a once normal life were scattered in it. A picture of three women caught his eye. Joyce, Dawn and... Buffy. The photos edge were tattered and covered in bloodied fingerprints. A breeze swept in the room stirring the stench from the lower caverns. The urge to gag consumed him, looking down at the picture strengthened his resolve and he stood up to head deeper yet into the cavern.
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And the poison on her lips
is the poison of a tomb
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His breathe caught as the sight before him sunk in. Corpses, rotten fetid bodies, into the thousands littered the cave. All dead, except one. Matted blonde hair concealed most of her face, which itself was layered in dried blood and grime. This could not be His Buffy. The shock was visible in both men's eyes as they looked at the woman they loved. Both then rushed to her, trying to shake her awake. Eyes opened, crazed feral green orbs pierced him like a blade. She was out of their grasps as quick as lightening. Angel had prepared himself for this even as he bought the blowgun to his lips he shook with fear. He then sent the strike to bring her peace. She fell as it pierced her, in an instant on the ground quivering and silent. Spike then shook the coat from his body and wrapped it around the girl on the floor. She weighs nothing he thought as he tried no to listen to the muted whimpers from the bundle in his arms.
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I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And loves heart is dead for me and my Poison girl
In this poison world