Take Me Away
by Holliday
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: I'm a little stormy today. I was watching Oprah and Gerorge
Micheal was on and before he got to the good part of Faith the News
cut in. Enough of that moving along. I've been out of commision
lately so I'm not sure how good this is going to be hopefully easier
than that kidney stone I passed on the 15th. Enuff about my life on
with the fic.
Special Note: This one's a bit dark. Trying something new.
I stood at her grave today. I watched the clouds settle in I wanted to sit down and talk to her. To hope just maybe if I did she would smile and say all is forgiven. I wait nuthin happens it never does. Not for me anyway the badass of Sunnydale all I can look forward to is a few slays and the cold shoulder from the scooby patrol. Whatever who needs em. I sure as hell don't. I was fine before I came here. Even better before I saw her.
Who am I kidding she was the best thing that ever happend to me. Buffy wasn't so bad I'm not one to get all mushy but the little blonde grows on you after awhile. Yeah well whatever. If Red and the other's can't stand me that's cool. I'm only stayin cause the Dale needs a slayer and since I'm it. They'll just have to deal.
I'm sitting here again day I don't know. Today the sun is out and I've brought lunch a little morbid maybe, but who do you talk to about losing the only person who is your partner in every sense of the word. Her friends out of the question. Her watcher well the G- man left and never looked back. So I say have a nice life. Hell I may not be alive to see twenty-two but it helps knowing we'll be together. At least I hope hopefully I can hold out long enough to make it to heaven.
I don't want to do this. I'm not built for this the physical pain is bearable but the emotional. I wasn't ready for this I'm not even old enough to handle this. She wasn't supposed to die, she left me alone again. I needed her.... Loved her even... I want to die everynight I go out looking hoping the next vamp I meet will just end this. So I can go to her. I heard her last night calling me telling me not to be afraid.
Reaching for her I could almost touch her. Then she was gone and I was back in my hotel room. Stripping I take a hot shower,the cold water dosen't help it reminds me too much of death. I dress and head to the bar. If I can't find my death maybe I'll just drink myself to oblivion. It's much better than see her everywhere I go. I give up there's nothing I can do it won't help anyway.
Maybe if I tell a priest it can easy this suffering. What would I confess love he probably convince me it's a blessing, she who percevers or something. I don't know my heads too muddled to think well here we go five vamps to me. I guess I shoulda seen this comin'. Before I even fight I can feel the teeth seeking into my neck I know I won't be waking up. I wanted to be takin' away and now I am.