A/n Thanks for all the support guys! I'm trying really hard to keep up with both of my stories, but finding time at my school (I go to a private boarding school for "brilliant" minds) is very hard. I promise I'll try harder as long as I keep getting support from all of you. Sorry for the long wait!
Also, this might be a bit of a stretch for some of you, but I'm assuming that the scoobs want to get this all over with as soon as possible.
Day 3
The viewing. The viewing. Everyone dressed so nicely. Everyone all in black. One thought ran through Spike's mind repeatedly, Buffy would've hated this.
His Buffy was such a vibrant girl. She practically oozed sunlight and life and beauty. She doesn't deserve this.
He had yet gone to the open casket. God, he could never understand humans. Why would anyone want to see their loved ones dead in a casket? He couldn't look at her. He couldn't stand seeing her lifeless. She was his salvation, his life. To see her lacking it was just too much for him.
"Spike..." Dawn whispered softly, "Do you want me to go up there with you? It's...not as bad as it seems... It actually will help."
He shook his head no. He had to do this alone. I'm always alone.
She was beautiful. The make up was terrible, and the outfit was so un-Buffy-like, but still, she was so beautiful. She was his angel.
He closed his eyes softly, before bending over to kiss her forehead. "I love you, pet."
He stood there for what seemed like hours, entranced by her features, trying to ensure he would never forget. As long as he was on this planet, her face was the only thing he wanted to remember. He was broken from his reverie as a gentle hand grabbed his arm.
"Spike? It's time to take her to the church," Tara said softly. "Will you help Giles and Xander carry her?"
He nodded slowly. his eyes never leaving Buffy's face as the casket was closed. That would be the last time he'd ever see her. Oh, God...Oh, God.
The tears welled up, threatening to spill, but he held them back. He had a job to do. For her. He nodded at Xander and Giles, indicating for them to take one side and he would take the other.
They gently slid the casket into the back of the hearse. Careful...Don't hurt the girl...She's not there anymore. A new wave of tears flooded his eyes as Giles led him by his elbow to his car, Dawn already waiting in the passenger seat.
I shouldn't be here. I'm evil. Damned. Don't belong in a bloody church, but for her-I'll stay.
The service was long and boring. Spike hated it. Hell, Buffy would've hated it.
He climbed back into the car to go to cemetery. Restfield. His cemetery. She was to be buried in his cemetery. To torture me. He was thankful atleast that the sky was overcast enough that he didn't have to run to the car or use a blanket.
He couldn't hear what the priest was saying-his eyes and mind focused on the casket and the girl inside it. He ignored the tears flowing continously from his eyes, not even bothering to wipe them away.
Spike didn't know how long he stood there. The crowd was gone. The grave maintainence crew had already come and gone as well.
The next thing he knew, it was raining. Her grave is getting muddy. Bloody hell. He was so tired. He curled up next to her plot. He would be safe for now.
Scoobies atleast thought enough to bury her under a tree. She would like the shade. Hell, she was always treading on the darkness. A sun goddess blinding us monsters with her love.
He slowly drifted to sleep, thoughts of his goddess laughing in the sun filling his mind.
It's a sunrise and a sunset, from a cradle to a casket
There is no way to escape
The sunrise or the sunset, hold your sadness like a puppet
Keep putting on the play
But everything you do is leading to the point
Where you just won't know what to do
And the moment that you're laughing
There is someone there who will be laughing louder than you
So it's true, the trick is complete
You've become everything you said you never would be
You're a fool
The song is sunrise, sunset by Bright Eyes. The characters...well you know, but the story, that's all mine. uh...review er something-please.
