Black.
The sky. The car.
Her dress.
The glasses she wore, despite the hour.
And mostly, her mood.
Or was it? In all honesty she felt numb. Which was fine, there were to many mourners who deserved to cry right now.
His father stood forward along with his lover. Buffy. Mama slayer. The one who caused all the amendments in the handbook that Dawn had given her three years ago. The one all the other slayers were to strive to be like. There was no written documentation to this outlook, only word of mouth. She did suppose a big part of that was her Watcher being Buffy's sister.
Dawn was on the opposite side of the grave, standing with Spike the vampire. She had not seen him since he and Connor had switched bodies and she and Drusilla. Gauss, Did she wish they were switched now.
Hmm, anger. She thought. At least that's something.
Not that she wanted Spike dead; it's just that she wanted Connor alive.