Epilogue.
So many things have happened over the hundred and odd years I have been alive. So much of it bad, most that I myself have caused, and so much good. The first good thing that came into my life I thought was being sired. I was wrong. The best thing was Buffy. She was the first women I had loved, she had made me good and carved me into the vampire with a soul I am today. Many things have helped too, things like Angel, the little git, oh yeah, and the friends I have now.
Angel was a brother to me, we hated each other at first, but it was that hate that kept us strong, that hate that kept us brothers. After the death of Buffy, I thought I'd never get over it. Angel was there for me, everyone was. Angel knew what I was going through, for he too had lost Buffy.
Everyone had lost Buffy, I was just too stupid to see that others were hurting, not just me.
Madison came into my life at the same time my brother, Angel, bowed out. He was killed in front of me. Leaving me to care for the new slayer, Madison. She was so beautiful, blonde hair and a toned slim body. She was Mexican, and so had a thick accent that made me like her even more. Soon that like turned to love. I couldn't get enough of her; we spent most of our spare time together. She was truly amazing. She was a slayer; she'd had all the qualities of one, even the short life span. She was just nineteen years of age when she died. That was too young; she hadn't seen or done the stuff she had wanted. She had done some, I made sure of that. She had made a list of things she wanted to do before she went, the first was get a tattoo, and she did. It was a heart with a rose over it. The second was travel the world, so she used this virtual helmet Willow had made, the next was sing on stage. She had the most beautiful voice. She was singing to me only and I felt that, I felt each and every lyric she sang.
After that I got her family to fly over, well what was left of her family anyway, her grandfathers' a pretty good guy. I just wish Madison could have done the last thing on her list, to marry, to marry me.
Madison's funeral was the hardest, I didn't want to go. Because I knew that if I did, she really was gone, she wasn't coming back. For a while after her death I thought that, I pretended that she was alive. Cause, if she was alive, she wasn't dead. If I pretended hard enough, she still was. I used to sit in our apartment and talk to her, as if she was there. Stupid really, I knew she wasn't, but I guess that talking to her gave me comfort. But, now I don't need to try and pretend she's alive, I know she's not, she's dead. She died four weeks before Christmas. But, I know that wherever I go, I'll always have Madison with me. Looking down and, oh bloody hell, you know what I mean.