Untitled
by Natalie
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters in this fic are no
mine, and never will be..they belong
to Joss Whedon and M.E..any
situations that difer from the BtVS
storyline are of my own, sick
making..
Author's Notes: Just something I was feeling..that's
it..
Feedback: I'm delicate..don't hurt me..
"You had to be the hero B" Faith shouted, pacing in the cemetary. "You had to be the best slayer, remind everyone I was the mistake."
The dark Slayer paused for a second, to wipe a tear from her eye.
"Why did you fucking go there on your own huh? I SAID I'D COME WITH YOU" she screamed, then turned to walk away abruptly.
"Now look at you." Faith whispered. "Look at what you've become, how many people you've hurt. Red, Xan-man. Even Spike is fucking upset. And Dawnie, how's she gonna cope? You've really fucked up this time."
The brunette started to walk of again, tears streaking freely down her face, not casting her eyes back to look at the source of her pain.
Behind her, silhouetted in the moonlight, a man took her in his arms, holding her tightly as she wept, his eyes directed to the ground, blood dripping from his eyes as he cried softly.
Touching her gently, he too turned away, and led her off.
And there, behind the both of them, lay a fresh grave, with a small pile of dust setted on it.
Buffy.