DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just keep my name on it and let me know.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. I'm just holding Spike, Xander and Oz hostage. You may see them by appointment only. The song is "Made To Last" by Semisonic.
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: None, unless I miraculously get hired to write for the show.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it.
The slow sang blared out of the speakers at the Bronze. The vampire stood on the upper ledge, looking over the crowd, scanning for the familiar blonde headed girl he knew so well. Finally finding her, he looked on at what happened next.
The girl...no, the young woman, was laughing and talking to her friends, people he'd worked with before. There was Willow, gazing at the stage as Oz left it. Xander was sitting very close to that demon, whatshername, Anya. And there she was, laughing and having fun.
He thought back to the last time he'd heard that song, a few hours before the Ascension. The young woman had been tense, almost nervous. He had reached over to her but she shrugged his hand off and walked away.
She'd walked away...
Fought the fight of her life and walked away from it. She hadn't lost any close friends, but she'd lost some classmates who'd she risked her life to protect day after day, so she was somber.
And then he'd been the one to walk away.
Run away was more like it.
And now...she was free.
She sat there, watched as her friends paired off and crept onto the dance floor, a small sad smile on her face. She was searching, but she remembered this song, remembered what had happened, remembered it's meaning.
Her face suddenly lit up and she stood, pushing past the people towards the door.
Somehow the vampire had known that once they were forced to work together, sparks would fly. Her new lover could hold her as they slept, limbs entwined after a night of lovemaking; he could give her things the vampire watching never could.
He watched as the blonde flung herself into her new lover's arms, kissing his neck lightly. He knew the new lover...
It was his childe, the one who'd tried to kill him almost a year and a half ago. His blonde hair gleamed in the light of the club as her wrapped his arms around the tiny young woman, crushing his lips to hers.
And the vampire watching turned away.
Walked away from her.
Again.
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