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Title: Never
Author: PassionateDarkness
Take one on the new challege; forgiven
She collapsed to the ground; falling upon dust and ashes and blood. Her sister stared at her in wonder; confused as to why the younger girl before her was not celebrating. But the others knew; at least the ones that had been there that summer. Out of the seven survivors; they were down to four. She was crying, tear drops melding into the dirt. Willow slid next to her, wrapping her arms around the brunette and allowing her to cry.
“What the hell,” Buffy muttered to Giles, who stared on with a sympathetic look.
“Don’t ask, Buffy, just don’t ask,” And with that the British man returned to the bus. Everyone slowly began loading up, but Dawn took a moment to sit by the crater. Her tears had dried, but their stains still marred her checks. She stared at the hole; everything was gone. Anya with her out of place comments and cheeky grins, Spike with his smirk and cigarette, Tara with her sad smile and loving hugs, Mom whose words and chocolate made the world better. Everyone and everything. All the places she spent her time; Spike’s crypt where she heard the most gruesome and exciting stories, the graves that she mourned at for hours, the house that had been so silent for those three months the whispers of the dead seemed to echo off the walls. The end of a legacy. In the background she heard Faith tell Buffy to back off when the blonde attempted to come get her. The younger slayer instead came, sitting next to Dawn.
“You love him,” She mused softly, though the thought obviously wasn’t a new one.
“Have since I was fourteen,” Dawn muttered back, trickling dirt through her fingers. “He saved me,”
“I know how that is,” Faith flinched at any thought of Angel dying in the same way the blonde vampire had. “He cared about you too…more then you’ll probably ever know. Just do us all a favor, say goodbye quick, okay? We have some injured people on that hunk of metal and we have to get them to a doctor,” Faith kissed her forehead, surprising Dawn greatly. The rouge slayer wasn’t ever one for affection, or so Dawn had learned but the gesture was appreciated anyway.
“I’m so sorry, Spike,” The Key whispered, picturing the vampire in her mind.
Two years later, Dawn Summers had finally moved on from his death, graduating high school and working as a watcher in the council. That was until she got a phone call one night, and even though only four words were said she knew exactly who it was.
“I’ll always love you,” And with those words she realized something; with him…she’d never have to say sorry.
Author: PassionateDarkness
Take one on the new challege; forgiven
She collapsed to the ground; falling upon dust and ashes and blood. Her sister stared at her in wonder; confused as to why the younger girl before her was not celebrating. But the others knew; at least the ones that had been there that summer. Out of the seven survivors; they were down to four. She was crying, tear drops melding into the dirt. Willow slid next to her, wrapping her arms around the brunette and allowing her to cry.
“What the hell,” Buffy muttered to Giles, who stared on with a sympathetic look.
“Don’t ask, Buffy, just don’t ask,” And with that the British man returned to the bus. Everyone slowly began loading up, but Dawn took a moment to sit by the crater. Her tears had dried, but their stains still marred her checks. She stared at the hole; everything was gone. Anya with her out of place comments and cheeky grins, Spike with his smirk and cigarette, Tara with her sad smile and loving hugs, Mom whose words and chocolate made the world better. Everyone and everything. All the places she spent her time; Spike’s crypt where she heard the most gruesome and exciting stories, the graves that she mourned at for hours, the house that had been so silent for those three months the whispers of the dead seemed to echo off the walls. The end of a legacy. In the background she heard Faith tell Buffy to back off when the blonde attempted to come get her. The younger slayer instead came, sitting next to Dawn.
“You love him,” She mused softly, though the thought obviously wasn’t a new one.
“Have since I was fourteen,” Dawn muttered back, trickling dirt through her fingers. “He saved me,”
“I know how that is,” Faith flinched at any thought of Angel dying in the same way the blonde vampire had. “He cared about you too…more then you’ll probably ever know. Just do us all a favor, say goodbye quick, okay? We have some injured people on that hunk of metal and we have to get them to a doctor,” Faith kissed her forehead, surprising Dawn greatly. The rouge slayer wasn’t ever one for affection, or so Dawn had learned but the gesture was appreciated anyway.
“I’m so sorry, Spike,” The Key whispered, picturing the vampire in her mind.
Two years later, Dawn Summers had finally moved on from his death, graduating high school and working as a watcher in the council. That was until she got a phone call one night, and even though only four words were said she knew exactly who it was.
“I’ll always love you,” And with those words she realized something; with him…she’d never have to say sorry.