Ironic
Part Four
Disclaimer: See the First Chapter.
Posted: November 16, 2004
Author's Notes: checks site Oh, so that's where we left off….hehehe. Wonder if anyone guessed who it is…? Nope, guess nobody took a stab at it. Well, here's your answer, if you were wondering….and on with the story!
And this chapter you will learn where the title came from, even if it changes!
Author's Notes: January 7th, 2005: I'm really sorry for that, I don't know what happened. I would like to thank Randye and Never Look Back for alerting me that this chapter had gone awol! I swear, I didn't do anything!
But here's the chapter...hopefully it doesn't go missing again...
He cried silently, sitting next to the bed as she leaned against the wall, feeling faint. How did this happen? Was it even possible?
A movement on the bed caught her attention, and the blonde raised her tiny hand, placing it on his wet cheek.
"Don't cry."
He started, grabbing her hand, crushing it between his larger ones, "I thought I had lost you again."
"I'll always find you, even if you kill me." Jessica watched them, fascinated. The words meant nothing to her, but they obviously meant something to the couple.
"I-I don't mean to interrupt, but why-how are you here?"
The blonde looked up at her, "Because it's your turn to do your civic duty to this world. Now that you know who you are, it won't be long before others know as well. You're special, Jessi, and you shall have your time. But you need training. What you have to do must be done. Brevity is now. You have to know what to see, what do to."
"What is with you? You've have your head in the clouds for too long," Angel tried to joke, but nobody saw the funniness about it.
"You don't see," she stroked his face sadly, staring up into his brown eyes, the eyes that used to make her melt.
"Now who's cryptic?" he joked, smiling a smile nobody felt.
"Trust me," she whispered, then she looked at them both, "You both have parts to play, but first you need to learn your lines. That's my job." She stared off into space a moment, a confused look on hr face before she nodded, "Lucy says he's learned his purpose, his god whispers to him, whispers the pleasure he can get from invoking Chaos. Don't worry, you will know more, in time," she swung her leg over the edge of the bed with a grace Jessica had never seen before, the grace of a slayer in motion.
"Who's this guy you talk of?" Jessica asked.
"I don't know. They don't know," she pointed at the ceiling, "Only evil and he knows, just as so far, only you know about you."
"That's another question. Why me?"
She walked over to Jessica, running her fingers through a strand of dirty blonde hair, "Because of your parentage. Vampires can't have children, and slayers aren't meant to. But you're still here. If slayers have prophecies written about them, one girl in a generation, then why not a miracle child, one in the history of the world?"
Her eyes traveled to the necklace, "I'm glad they gave it to you. It was the only thing I could give you. I don't think even Giles knows the significance." She reached out her hand to touch it, but then jerked away.
"If it's yours," she started fiddling with the clasp, "then here."
"No," Jessica stopped, "it has a…spell on it to keep you safe. A spell far stronger than anything even Willow could come up with," she looked back at Angel, standing by the bed, "Love."
Jessica nodded, removing her hands from around her neck.
"It's late. Sleep now, we will begin tomorrow." Jessica nodded again, and Angel motioned towards his bed. She lay down, and the two adults left the room, he pulling the curtain across the doorway. She didn't think she'd be able to sleep after everything that had happened, but she dropped off immediately, the dull pain easing away.
Once they heard her breathing slow, Angel took her into his arms, "God, Buffy…" he kissed her soundly, "I missed you so much."
"Angel," she pulled away, "Don't." she looked at the floor, then the walls, anywhere but his eyes. "I-," she sighed, "I've moved on. And you need to, too," she finished, ignoring the sound of her heart breaking in her ears.
"Wh-What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. We can't be together."
"How am I supposed to stay away from you?"
She smiled at how ironic the situation was. Once upon a time, it was he leaving, and her begging, "After we win, I have to go back, you know that. I'm gone."
"All these years, I've been thinking of us, and the conclusion I came to, if somehow, you came back…damn the consequences. This is a lonely existence. I don't need a lot to exist, but I need you to live."
"I don't." The ironic just kept coming.
"I can't believe this."
"You have to." She stepped closer to him, "You have so much coming to you. I can't be apart of it." She walked a few steps away, "I have to go. I'm here to help Jessica, not to be with you. I'll be back in the morning." She slowly faded away until she wasn't there, as tears slowly ran down his face.
She slowly faded into the white room, where her friends in death were waiting.
"You did the right ting," her sister in destiny said.
"But it hurts so much," the silent tears started falling.
"I know it does," The teacher embraced her as the slayer stood by awkwardly.