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"Ego damno vos ad iterum facendum" [I thee condemn to repeat]
The demon said blowing at the purple mist and at the two people
who lied unconscious in it.
“Ego damno vos ad perpetuum dolorem, perpetuum tormentum” [I
thee condemn to everlasting sorrow, everlasting heartache]
The demon smiled showing his razor sharp fangs, when Giles and
Willow began screaming.
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Willow Rosenberg shook her head when she felt the purple mist
disappearing. She was lying on the damp grass, her eyes were
closed, she let out a breath but winced in pain; she could feel a
weight on her, and she shifted trying to pull herself free and
slowly opened her eyes. Spike's upper body was lying above hers.
The body of the demon that had been holding her was lying next to
them, its stench almost unbearable.
She vaguely remembered Spike charging the demon, before that
purple mist had enveloped them.
Willow looked down at Spike. He was pale, too pale, too
cold...even for a vampire. There was blood around them, too much
blood and she was sure it wasn't hers alone.
She jerked her head up when she heard a scream and the familiar
noise of a vampire turning in dust after being staked.
Buffy was kneeling on the grass, Willow let out a strangled sob
when she saw the sharp edge of a knife emerging from her chest.
Giles who had apparently killed the demon that had been holding
him, was immediately by her side, picking her in his arms, blood
was pouring from her mouth while she tried to form words.
Willow looked at Giles while he gently tucked a damp lock of
blonde hair from her face, staining it with blood. Buffy tried to
say something but she could only cough, more blood poured from her
mouth, she tried to raise a hand to touch his face, but it
abruptly dropped. Willow knew in that moment, that Buffy was dead.
"Oh no..." She whispered. "Oh, God no...please no...she can't be
dead..."
Giles seemed oblivious of Buffy's death, though. He kept holding
her in his arms, whispering something she couldn't...didn't want
to hear.
Willow blinked, letting the tears roll on her cheeks; she lightly
started when the vampire in her arms stirred, "Spike?"
She slowly asked resting her back against a tombstone and pulling
the vampire in her arms, only then did she notice the hole in his
shirt. With trembling fingers she moved the edges of his shirt to
take a look at the wound.
She felt her eyes filling with new tears at the sight; Spike had a
hole in his chest, as big as a fist.
She realized that the demon had probably dug his arm in it,
ripping half of his heart out of it
The blonde vampire slowly opened his eyes; Willow realized it was
painful for him to do that. "Willow" he rasped.
"Sssh..." she shushed him, ignoring the fact that he’d used her
name, and its implications. She caressed his hair and whispered,
"Don't talk..."
"I feel like...shit..." he murmured closing his eyes.
"Don't worry, you're going to be fine..." she whispered.
“‘Don’t think so..." he mumbled, "the tosser took half of my
heart...”
"No...you're not going to die..." she
stated shaking her head; tears were streaming on her cheeks.
She'd just lost her best friend; she wasn't going to lose Spike
too.
Spike couldn't help smirking at her words. He opened his eyes and
looked at her weakly saying, "Sorry to break this to you,
luv...but I'm already dead..."
"NO!" she shouted. "You won't dust on me, do you hear me? Please
Spike..."
Spike looked at her and whispered, "’Can't help it..."
"Don't leave me alone..." she almost sobbed, blinking at what she
was saying.
Spike half smiled at her words and teased, "’ Didn't know you
cared so much..."
"I do..." she choked out between sobs, tracing his cheekbones with
her fingers, wincing at how cold they were.
She saw Spike's smile widen while life was quickly leaving his
broken body.
He slowly raised his hand taking hers to his lips, he kissed her
fingers and whispered before closing his eyes, "Me too"
Willow squeezed Spike's hand in hers, sobbing. That couldn't be
true...that was just a nightmare...it had to be.
She felt her heart, her own soul shatter when Spike's body turned
in dust. She clenched her hand in a fist, trying to keep the ash
which had been Spike's hand.
It couldn't be true...Spike couldn't have left her. She was
*mortal*. She had been supposed to die, first.
"No..." she whispered shaking her head, her whispers turning into
screams, when a sudden gust of wind took Spike's ashes away from
her.
"Damn you, Spike!" she shouted, "Damn you!"
She closed her eyes, feeling she was about to pass out, she
gratefully accepted the darkness which engulfed her, seeking
comfort in its oblivion.
While she closed her eyes she realized she finally knew how hell
was really like.
Spike's death was her hell.
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