Decernere, Part Two: Buffy
Author: Batdz Angel (0/)
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its characters. They are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This is just a way to honor them.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Spuffy. Mentions of Tara/Willow, Anya/Xander, Spike/Dru, Dru/Angel, and Angel/Buffy.
Summary: After Spike's death at the hands of Glory, Buffy, Angel, and their friends find themselves learning about vampires and slayers. And the reason an insane vampiress chose a quiet, shy poet for her Childe.
Season: Alternate Season Five ending/Season Six.
Author's Note: For some reason, Drusilla started talking when I was writing a completely different story. So, here's the result of a moment that was supposed to be a fluffy Spuffy ficlet but wound up being something else entirely.
The fight has been going well for her side. She has been fighting Glory with minimal trouble, Dawn is safe and sound with Giles and Spike, Willow and Tara are okay, and so are Xander and Anya...
But whatever gives Glory the upper hand, enough to have her against a wall without anywhere to go, changes everything. Her entire world, in the span of a few precious seconds...
Spike charges the Hell God with a roar, his vamp face in full effect as he manages to slam the woman to the ground. He seems to be winning but suddenly he is in the air, falling to the ground, skidding a few feet away as Glory rises shakily to her feet...
And he lands on a wooden beam that has a jagged point, a makeshift stake...
Her breath stops. The world seems to freeze as she watches him evaporate before her very eyes and she remembers...
Hello cutie.
Marry me.
Drowning in you.
Till the end of the world.
Treat me like a man.
The scream rises in her throat as she rushes forward, reaching for his hand, eyes widening as there is nothing but dust swirling around her, settling onto her clothing, cloaking her in Spike's devotion and love...
She spins as Glory cackles weakly, saying, "The poor vampires gone all poof. What, was he your little lover?"
Tears fill her eyes as she rushes the Hell God, even as the woman doubles over, body contracting, even as she hears Giles shout her name...
Ben looks up at her with tears spilling down his cheek. "I'm sorry," he sobs. "I'm so sorry. I swear we won't bother you again Buffy. I swear it."
She stares down at him as she battles back anger and hatred. This man, this human sacrificed her sister so he didn't have to die and he wants her compassion? Her mercy?
She is too full of grief to care.
"It won't bring him back," she says and his head snaps up to meet her eyes. Her eyes close as she remembers Spike's lips against hers, the blue of his eyes as he became nothing.
"It won't bring him back," she repeats louder and then places her hands on his cheeks. She stares at him and says, her voice void of emotion, "I'm sorry Ben. Close your eyes."
She twists her hands slightly, just a nudge of movement, and hears the bones crack. She can hear her friends voices crying out in shock and horror but she finds herself to numb to care. She straightens from her crouch, lets the body fall to the ground, and turns around.
She goes straight to Dawn, smiles at the leather duster wrapped around her form, meets Dawn's tearful eyes, and says, "Let's go home."
She looks back at Giles and the others, expecting to feel something, anything. But for the first time as she meets Giles's eyes, she feels nothing but pain.
"I'm done," she says, and knows he understands.
End Part Two