Sign
Disclaimer: Don't own em, if I did I could afford to buy my car out of hock at the repair shop.
Summary: The funeral as it fits into the AU of 'Her Last One'.
Reviews: Yes please. Readers Rock but Reviewers RULE!
A/N: It would have made my day and given my muse a swift kick in the behind to have gotten at least one review on the last chapter. But since no one seems to like this little story, I'll finish it up and we won't speak of it ever again.
WayWard Childe: Your contribution to this story made it so much better. Thank you so much.
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Sunset, day of the funeral…
Spike walked slowly up to the freshly turned earth that covered the woman he loved. Buffy sat under the nearby tree with Angel next to her. Buffy's heart clenched when she saw the bouquet of red roses Spike carried tremble in his grasp. She stood up, pulling Angel with her. "Spike, we're just gonna…" She trailed off and gestured futilely.
She nearly missed the muffled. "Yeah." That acknowledged her statement. Silently they left the blond vampire alone.
Spike took a deep unnecessary breath and dropped down to one knee next to the grave. His duster pooled around his body. He propped his elbow on the other knee and closed his eyes for a moment. "I miss you so much." He finally whispered. He opened his eyes and gently placed the bouquet just so against the headstone. "I was all ready to join you, you know. Buffy and the Watcher stopped me. Said they needed me to help protect Niblet. Have to tell you it's so bloody hard. Every day I have to think of a reason not to just sit down and let the sun take me. But I love the Bit so I won't be doing that, don't you worry. Protect her with my unlife, I will. I swear it." He paused to wipe tears from his face. "Would give so much to have had more time with you but I do cherish what we had. Don't ever doubt that. Wish there was some way I could know that you're okay." He stopped to consider his wording. "Probably shouldn't use the 'w' word but I do. I ache for you, Joyce. I love you. I will miss you until my final death."
An absolute silence fell over the area as he stopped talking. He didn't notice as he tried to compose himself enough to face the others back at the house. There was no way he was up to sitting by the grave all night, preferring to let the Slayer and Angel take care of that chore. "I'll be back, my love." He murmured as he rose from his crouch. He stood there gazing down at the headstone in front of him. A sudden breeze shuffled the leaves of the tree Buffy and Angel had been sitting against. A shaft of moonlight glinted on the new marble, highlighting the carving on it. Spike knew what the lettering read. 'Her love lives on in her family and friends' Peace flooded his mind when he realized that the bright moonlight had settled on one part in particular. He knew at that moment that this was his sign. She was all right and she loved him. He raised his gaze heavenward. "Thank you." He whispered before returning his eyes to the words lit by the moon's glow.
'Her love'
Finis