With Open Arms
TITLE: With Open Arms
AUTHOR: Tienco (tienco@msn.com)
COUPLE: W/S, I suppose.
RATING: R.
WARNING: Character death. Pretty much everyone.
DISTRIBUTION: My site!! www.oocities.org/tienco_21 and various lists. Ask if you want it, I'll let you have it. Oh, Kylia, and Jai can always have it. . .if I've given you permission for something else, you are welcome to this.
DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. Gosh, I wish I were Joss. I'd have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a party!!
FEEDBACK: Of *course*. Makes me write more.
SPOILERS: Anything after season four. Nothing really though
SUMMARY: Willow's left alone. Will she accept eternity?
NOTES: I was depressed. I wanted dark and angsty. This is way much shorter than I wanted it to be, but my muse was too depressed to write. *sigh* I wasn't even going to post this, but Jinni told me to.
DEDICATION: To Jinni, for listening to me babble in my depressedness (is that even a word?).
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He did what he promised he would.
He always threatened, "As soon as this bloody chip comes out, I'm going to effin' kill you all!"
And he did. Except for me. I'm the only one left. I don't even run anymore. There's no point. He has full access to my home, to my body, to my blood.
You know, I almost get the feeling he was trying to woo me in his own sick way. All the bodies left on my doorstep, waiting to greet me in the morning when I left for school. . .
Riley was the first to go. I wasn't surprised. After the incident in his crypt where Riley threatened him. . .
I knew it was a stupid thing for the farmboy to do.
Buffy cried and sobbed and threw things, cursing him, his maker, Riley for being stupid enough to see what he wanted, everything. She stormed out of the Magic Shop, ready to plunge a stake in his heart.
The next morning I found her bloody body at my doorstep. Her eyes were open, staring at me accusingly. I wrapped my arms around myself, wanting to cry, but not able to find the tears. Buffy was dead, and he killed her.
Just like he promised.
She never took him seriously, always thought he was just a stupid vampire who'd bleached his hair one too many times. I always told her, I said, "Buffy, Spike will kill you if given half a chance." She would laugh and brush it off, telling me I was being silly.
Obviously, she was the silly one.
Giles was next. Snapped neck, no holes in his neck. I suppose that he admired the former watcher and didn't want him to suffer too much. . .
It hurt to see him dead at my feet. He was like a father too me, doing much more for me than my own father *ever* did. The last five years of my life, he treated me with the respect that an adult deserves, yet loved me like I was his daughter. Rupert Giles will always have a special place in my heart.
Tara was next. He very painstakingly mutilated her body and left her there, still alive, but dying. She was begging me to put her out of her misery. . .but I couldn't. I couldn't do it. I loved her, I really did. It killed a part of me to see her lying there, begging for death, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
The ambulance came and took her to the hospital, but thankfully, she didn't make it there. I was glad when she passed, though I could see the anger in her eyes, the blaming. "It's your fault," she whispered. "All of this. He wants you to hurt the most, because of how you made him feel." Those were her last words. How I make him feel. How the fuck do I make the bastard feel?
He killed Anya and Xander together. They were in their apartment, making love, expressing the beauty of what they shared together. He propped their cold bodies in my bed, next to me, while I slept. When I woke up and turned over, seeing Anya's lifeless eyes staring at me, I screamed, jumping out of bed. It was then that I saw Xander.
At that moment, seeing him lying on the bed, completely naked and drained, that's when my life ceased to exist. I didn't care what he did to me after that. Everything I'd ever had, all of my friends, everyone I loved, they were dead.
I thought of taking my own life, but it wasn't even worth it. Knowing him, he'd find me, and force me to drink from him, and I would become like him, soaking up the death, laughing about their broken bodies, wishing I could have been there.
I didn't want that.
I still don't, but I know it will happen eventually. I get weaker and weaker when he comes to me, as he drinks from me. He drinks more and more, and eventually, I won't have anything left. As much as he's enjoyed making me suffer, I know that he will turn me. That will be the ultimate in his wooing of me, turning me into that which I've fought all these years.
At least that's what he thinks.
After seeing Xander dead. . .well, he broke me then. He just hasn't realized it, I suppose. I don't care what he does to me anymore. I just lie there and take it.
"Wills. . .wake up."
"No," I moan. "You aren't real. . ." I curl into a tighter ball, wishing the dreams would stop. "Please don't do this. . ."
"Come on, Wills. We can't play if you don't wake up. Well, we could, but it wouldn't be as much fun."
I turn over and open my eyes, tears filling them. I thought Spike had broken me, but he didn't. Not until this very moment.
This moment that I'm staring into my best friend's dark brown eyes, tinged in yellow.
"Xander," I whimper.
"Come on, Wills, tonight's the night," he grins maniacally. "Tonight you join us."
He reaches out for me and I accept his hand, sealing my fate. Tonight I will be one of them, one of the creatures of the night. Tonight I will walk into eternal life with Spike and Xander.
And I will accept it with open arms.
END
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