Disclaimer: No one belongs to me. They belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy.
Rating: PG-13 for mention of suicide and blood.
Note: This is my first, and probably only fic. I really don't care if you like it.
I don't think this has been done before, but if so, oh well, I tried.
CAN'T SEE THIS
By Mizree
That creepy preacher guy Caleb said I was the one that saw things, right before he gouged out my eye. I wish he had taken them both. I can't...
I don't want to see this. It's just...oh my god....what. why?
But I know why. I remember the furtive glances, the touch of hands that no one else saw. I watched them, the look in their eyes when they were together. I was the one that found them asleep, naked, in a near-demolished crypt. I never told them that I knew. It was their secret, their love. After everything they'd been through, they deserved that little bit of happiness. Well, maybe not him, but she deserved the world.
In time, I would have given it to her. After the grief ended. My grief for Anya, her grief for Spike.
I can't see this. It hurts so much.
I loved her, but she couldn't live without him.
There's so much blood...so much....
I came to tell her Angel had called saying Spike was alive. Too little, too late.
I close my remaining eye, fall to my knees, and scream for Buffy.
"Xander?! What's wrong?! I.....DAWNIE!!!!!"
Oh god, I don't want to see this. I don't want to see Buffy holding her dead sister. I don't want to see the bloody knife. I don't want to see the body of the woman I love. My Dawn.
I never want to see anything again.
Rating: PG-13 for mention of suicide and blood.
Note: This is my first, and probably only fic. I really don't care if you like it.
I don't think this has been done before, but if so, oh well, I tried.
CAN'T SEE THIS
By Mizree
That creepy preacher guy Caleb said I was the one that saw things, right before he gouged out my eye. I wish he had taken them both. I can't...
I don't want to see this. It's just...oh my god....what. why?
But I know why. I remember the furtive glances, the touch of hands that no one else saw. I watched them, the look in their eyes when they were together. I was the one that found them asleep, naked, in a near-demolished crypt. I never told them that I knew. It was their secret, their love. After everything they'd been through, they deserved that little bit of happiness. Well, maybe not him, but she deserved the world.
In time, I would have given it to her. After the grief ended. My grief for Anya, her grief for Spike.
I can't see this. It hurts so much.
I loved her, but she couldn't live without him.
There's so much blood...so much....
I came to tell her Angel had called saying Spike was alive. Too little, too late.
I close my remaining eye, fall to my knees, and scream for Buffy.
"Xander?! What's wrong?! I.....DAWNIE!!!!!"
Oh god, I don't want to see this. I don't want to see Buffy holding her dead sister. I don't want to see the bloody knife. I don't want to see the body of the woman I love. My Dawn.
I never want to see anything again.