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Buffy and Spike finished off the demon gang in mere
moments, their anger
aiding them, enhancing their fighting abilities by pumping adrenaline
into
their blood-streams. The second Spike's last opponent fell
to the ground,
ghastly deformed, Spike rushed to Willow, dropping to his knees beside
her,
and pulling her closer to his body.
Buffy finished her fight and quickly made her way
to Spike and Willow
panting. Spike looked up at her, his face completely vamped out
and he
growled, "Go get help!" Buffy only needed to look at her friend
to know she
was dying, so she took off full speed in search of a pay phone to call
for
help.
Hold on to me love
You know I can't stay long
All I wanted to say was I love you and I'm not afraid
Can you hear me
Can you feel me in your arms
Willow could feel her life slipping away from her.
She had never even
thought something like this would or could have to her, it happened
to other
people. She could hear the battle around her, and then there
was silence,
soon followed by Spike. He was holding her, and all she could
think of were
the things he had said earlier, and how much her death would hurt him
if
what he had said was true. She didn't want to hurt him, she didn't
want to
die.
Holding my last breath
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you
Sweet ruptured light it ends here tonight
"Just 'old on a bit longer luv, 'elps on the way,"
he whispered to her,
petting her hair back from her paling face. He didn't notice
them, but
tears were streaming down his sharp cheeks, dripping gently onto her
face.
I'll miss the winter
A world of fragile things
Look for me in the white forest
Hiding in a hollow tree
Come find me
I know you hear me
I can taste it in your tears
The sound of sirens screamed through the night.
Buffy raced back, and
was stunned to silence at the scene she found. Spike still sat
in the
middle of the street holding Willow, piles of ashy dust were around
them as
well as wisps of dust blowing through the breeze. The paling redhead
was
covered with blood and it was obvious she was starting to have a difficult
time breathing. Buffy could even see the shimmer of the moon
on...tears..
running down Spike's face, 'he really did love her...'
Holding my last breath
Safe inside myself
Are all my thoughts of you
Sweet ruptured light it ends here tonight
Spike closed his eyes, he was trying to make all
this stop, to make
himself wake up and find that it had been one of the terrible dreams...but
he knew it wasn't. He had just told her the truth, and she hadn't
answered.
..and now she never would. She wasn't ever going to be there
again. She
was going to die.
Closing your eyes to disappear
You pray your dreams will lead you here
But still you wake and know the truth
No one's there
The ambulance arrived, and the paramedics began taking
care of WIllow.
They didn't ask questions, it was Sunnydale...they just put an I.V.
into her
arm, and slipped an oxygen mask on her face. They hooked her
up to a heart
monitor, and finally moved her from Spike's arms onto a stretcher.
Lifting
the protable table, they put her into the ambulance. She tried
to call out
for Spike, to reach for him, but she couldn't, she was too weak, and
everything was moving, spinning, there was no light at the end of this
tunnel...she was falling into the darkness.
Say goodnight
Don't be afraid
Calling me
Calling me
As you fade to black...