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Eight little graves lying next to each other.

The cemetery felt odd in daylight. No shadows lurking behind trees and heasdstones, no demons wait for some easy prey, no vampires climbing out of their graves. Only a few people visiting the loved ones they lost, bringing flowers to them.

He thought about bringing flowers too, but decided against. He didn't even met all the people whose names were written into the stone.

Allen Francis Doyle

Has died two years before he was even born.

But the ones he know…

Sometimes; during bright summer days, boring lessons or big parties with his family and friends, they and their world feels like a dream, a bad, very strange and violent, at times, inappropriately erotic dream.

But at nights, when he hurries back to the campus after some long training, and hears screaming from a dark alley, their reality comes crushing back to him.

Eight little graves lying next to each other.

He got a letter from Angel, probably written after their encounter in the coffe shop.

In it, Angel told him he has a bank account full of money, what he can use however he likes, he can have all his weapons and books if he wants, they are in the Hyperion, wished him a happy life and told him where will he be able to find their graves.

Eight little graves lying next to each other.

It was obvious Angel was the one who have dealed with picking the places, ordering the headstones and organizing the ceremonies, some time before he went into the battle, probably thinking there will be no one left to do it afterwards.

The oldest grave, eventought it was only a half year older, was

Cordelia Chase's

while the other seven were made the same time, mostly with the same date for the death on it.

On three of them there were only one name,

Angel, Darla, Spike

With no birth date, only the date of the death. Two of these dates were identical too, while the third dated back to two and a half years ago.

He had to wonder if

Winnifred Burkle's, Wesley Wyndham-Price's and Charles Gunn's

Family and friends knew that their graves were here. And if they didn't, then will they build one in England, Texas or in an other cemetery in L.A. for them?

Eight little graves lying next to each other.

If he was right, out of the eight, only one grave held a body. The vampires dusted, the half demon destroyed, two humans never found, and one's body still in usage even after the real owners death.

But sometimes, he thought there were no bodies in those graves because there was no need for them to be there.

Sometimes, he belived, they survived all their battels and all the shit the higher powers throw at them, and were living their lifes far from here, in the shadows, waiting for their time to return.

Perhaps Angel, Wesley, Gunn and Spike survived the battle, like they survived everthing else, stubbornly refusing to die. Perhaps they found a way to bring back Fred and finally she and Wes got together. Perhaps Cordy decided again, that being on a higher plane was boring and come back to them. Perhaps Lorn built a new club for himself and invited all of them over. Perhaps Darla watched him from heaven.

Perhaps they were all happy and together, fighting the good fight, helping the helpless, doing what they loved, alive and well.

But other times, he knew they were all gone forever.

Eight little graves lying next to each other.