Bring Me to Life
Disclaimer: Alrighty. Let's see here. I don't own Buffy or Angel.
There's gonna be a few elements from different books, video games, and comics: Tamsin by Peter S. Beagle, Joss's Fray, and Rumiko Takahashi's Mermaid Saga, Eternal Darkness Sanity's Requiem
Rating: R
Couples: X/A, W/T (duh) any others people want to see, please feel free to suggest, I have a rather odd idea for Buffy's at the moment
Summary: The year is 2478 and the earth is on the brink of destruction from both human and demonic means. There's only one thing that the world's savior's can think of doing: resurrecting the earth's greatest champions.
Now the worlds of the past and future are colliding as two young lovers are reunited, one with a curse so horrible, it could destroy them all...
Three
"I hate you. You know that right."
She looked up and saw Tara sitting beside her. As always, her face remained serene and peaceful. She didn't answer.
Her eyes glanced momentarily at the clock: 6:66. Wait. That wasn't right. She looked again, this time it read 3:33. That still wasn't right.
She turned her attention back to her dead lover. "I still love you."
"And I still hate you."
"I wish you wouldn't."
"Wishes don't come true. Only nightmares." Tara continues her drawing, which hadn't been there before.
"Isn't that what this is?"
The blonde smiled at her. "You used to be strong. Like an Amazon." A pause. "Now you're just strong."
"And dangerous." She added. Did she want Tara to hate her? Or to love her? Maybe she wanted both.
"Do you think you're on the right side?"
"Of what?"
"Good and Evil."
She sighed. "That's not what they are."
"Isn't it?"
"Tara please."
"Well?"
She didn't speak.
"You're going to kill everyone."
Still no answer.
"Whatever happens, you're going to kill everyone." A pause. "I still hate you."
"I won't!" she cried out. Tara had to know that she'd never do that. She had to. "I would never."
"Y'know Willow, this is a very dumb thing to do."
"I know." A pause. "Do you hate me?"
Buffy smiled. "Of course I do."
She sighed. "I don't want to."
"You've done it before. Without a second thought."
"I know."
"You just wanted to show us how powerful you were."
"No!"
"You're a monster. You know that?"
"Yes." She sighed, defeated.
"You know what I do to monsters. What I should do to you." The Slayer smiled knowingly at her.
"Yes." She agreed once more.
"You're a very foolish girl."
She winced. Now Giles was taking his turn at her. "I know."
"I'm very disappointed in you. You should know better than to do something like this."
What could she say?
"I'm sorry."
Giles glared at her. "You're a stupid girl. You don't deserve to be wanted." His eyes were full of anger.
"You hate me." This time, she didn't ask. She knew.
"Yes."
"Hey, Willster!" Xander slid in beside her. He threw an arm over her shoulder. "Sow how's being a Boobie going?" he chuckled.
"It's Bubbie Xander." She giggled. He'd always thought Yiddish was funny. "Do you hate me?" Her voice dripped with fear.
"Of course."
"Why?"
"Why wouldn't I? You're not exactly Little Miss Sunshine. You're...something not of the good."
She remained silent.
"Personally, I think it would've been best if the Harris and Rosenberg clans had never mixed.
That hurt.
"Xander..."
"No Wills. You had everything. You threw it away."
"I never meant to."
"Willow!" She winced, hearing Dawn's shriek. "How can you do this?!" Her eyes were blazing with hidden power.
"Dawnie, I..."
"You're being selfish again! I hate you!"
"This is for the best."
"Stop treating me like a child! I'm not!" The woman stood there, full of rage, ready to fight.
"I know you're not."
Dawn glared at her.
"You are like the Bunny Incarnate! You're a bad, bad girl!" Anya yelled at her. "I hex you. I'll curse you with...with..."
"Anya please."
"I can't believe I ever let you be my maid of honor! I hate you!"
"...Anya, you're my friend."
"No I'm not!"
And she wasn't. Not anymore.
"This is you're fault sweetie." Tara gently took her hand. "All you do is hurt people."
"I don't mean to."
She looked into her old lover's eyes. She shuddered. For a moment, nothing had been there. That scared her more than the bloody while in the blonde's chest.
