Karma
by RedWulf50
Prologue...
Buffy sat alone in her chair. the chair that confined her since a year after
Sunnydale…thirty years ago. Alone in her room, the former Sunnydale Slayer
looked back on her life, it had been filled with tragedy more so than most. At
fifteen she had discovered that she was the slayer, The one girl Yada, yada,
within in a .month she had been kicked out of school, within two her dad had
deserted her and her mom. The bad thing was it
She was 53 years old and would never see another birthday, not if she got her
wish. Her memories of the last thirty years were nothing except painful: thirty
years without love. She realized now that she had truly been loved for only
three years in her entire life. Three years of being loved. Three years spent
torturing the one who loved her.
Talk about karma.
It had been surreal when he died the first time. But, being Buffy, she rushed
out to find a new lover as quickly as possible. It hadn't even bothered her the
guy had been one of Spike's enemies. Still trying to convince herself she didn't
love him, she actually thought it funny that Spike was alive, and had come to
visit while she was on a date with said enemy. She broke up with Marcus
immediately after the incident, but swore to herself it wasn't about Spike.
She had planned to visit L.A. after Dawn got out of school for the summer, but
not to see Spike, of course. When they arrived to see their father, Buffy found
Angel, and was informed of Spike’s death.
Buffy cried for three days in her old room On the cot placed in the new personal
home gym (formerly her bedroom), Buffy cried for three days, barely ate and
spoke to no one.
After calling to find out what he had done to upset her, Angel came to Mr.
Summers's place visiting at Willow's request. Buffy didn’t say much as Angel
had talked to her, until he informed her in an oh-so-smug voice that since
Spike had died, the powers had decided to reward him with a permanent soul.
Pissed off beyond words, Buffy Anne Summers finally admitted the truth to both
herself and Angel. She loved Spike, only Spike, and the thought of Angel being
rewarded for a true Champion's death was simply vulgar.
She went on to admit that Spike had taught her about real love, and how true
love and a pure heart overcame everything her friends told her was wrong; that
if it weren't for her stupid reliance on her friends to make life choices for
her, he would be with her right now.
Oh, and then the Brood Monster said exactly the wrong thing: "But it's just
Spike."
The following beating she gave him took two hours seventeen minutes smashing al
of the exercise equipment in the process, and was exactly what he needed ever
since he'd started seducing her when she was only a fifteen year-old girl. It
had been enlightening and empowering; it left him with multiple breaks of all
four of his limbs, and finally freed Buffy from his demonic influence.
Granted, her empowerment lasted only as long as it took for her to start packing
to go back home that afternoon. It was then that the memory of who was dead hit
her hard and the crying started all over again. Dawn and Willow tried to console
her, but her heart was dead.
It was less than a week later when she attacked human (yes, human) muggers in an
alley. At the time, she saw it as a physical release for her emotional pain. She
could let out her emotional pain physically on the men she was fighting. All too
late, Buffy noticed two of the muggers had guns and had started shooting. She
didn't know how, but she had been shot seventeen times: five in her back,
shattering her spine. Her Slayer healing had gotten the rest, but those five
bullets left her in a wheelchair for the remainder of her life.
Buffy had accepted it as her price to pay. Sure, she was still a martyr, but her
friends had once again blamed Spike. She simply smiled and waited for them to
leave. Funny after her year as the Slayer how, once she could no longer fight
for them, the world seemed to simply forget her. Well, except for her monthly
checks from the Council.
In the end, it had been Dawn that stuck by her side. Dawn and Andrew (of all
people) took her home and stayed with her, listened to her tantrums, and cried
with her. She started out not liking Andrew, but by the time he married Dawn,
she loved the guy like a brother.
Now Dawn and Andrew were gone as well, dead in a simple car crash. They were
dead, their children were grown, leaving Buffy with no one. She looked down at
the picture in her lap. It hadn't been taken by a camera, but was a gift of
Willow's magic. It was of her, in her mom's home in Sunnydale, quietly perched
in Spike's lap.She smiled as she took the .38 pistol out of her pocket, put the
barrel in her mouth, and pulled the trigger.
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Her niece found her like that the next day, the picture still in her lap. The
young woman cried for hours before she could call the police.
At Buffy's funeral, they enlarged the same picture to place over her casket.
Xander Harris, the last living Scoobie, saw red--in his eyes, William the Bloody
had claimed his third Slayer.
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In London, a bleach blonde vampire went into mourning.
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