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New Beginnings	By : Taramisu Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 3007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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New Beginnings

SUMMARY:

In the midst of their grief, the SG discovers that Slayers never die. They just find a new home.
RATING: PG or PG-13 for language
TIMELINE: Directly follows �The Gift�
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters...duh! None of them�not a single person.

WRITTEN: 5/29/01
CATEGORY: Drama

A deep red light bled over the horizon, bravely heralding the new day. Children awoke. Parents turned off their alarm clocks. They all prepared for another day, just like yesterday.

Shower

Dress

Feed the dog

Clean the litter box

Set out breakfast

Brush the hair.

Gather the school books

Lock the door.

Off to another day
Another day.
The world remained the same, its inhabitants blissfully unaware that the world as they had known it came within a hair�s width of ending forever just moments ago. Only seven out of billions would ever know. That group alone would suffer and grieve. But that is the way of things. That
is how it�s been since the beginning of time.
The body lay haphazardly across the ground. As monument to a hero fallen, the shell cooled quickly and began to stiffen. The seven mourners looked on. She was the last one they expected to meet her demise on this day.
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Tears fell along with their hopes and spirits. The only sound they heard was a mourning dove, perched high above the tragic scene. It cooed as the new day began, reveling in the sun that managed to rise�that somehow always rose.
There was no need for words between this rag tag group of people. Nothing to convey aside from the terrible pain that clawed each of them from the inside. Not a one could pry himself from his spot. Not a one could imagine continuing from here. What do you say after witnessing the death of an age?
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Willow briefly recalled the moment she heard of Mrs. Summers� passing, and found solace in the idea of mother and daughter together once more and forever. Buffy would pick out videos to play on God�s VCR, while Joyce would make hot chocolate and popcorn. Mom always let daughter choose the movie. For her, the time alone with her girl meant so much more than what pictures flickered across a glass screen. So, together, they would plop down on a cloud, press the play button and laugh and cry together.
But then Willow crashed back to reality. A reality without her best friend. Her lover held her sweetly, stroking her back, lending her strength. Much strength would be needed in the coming days, weeks and months.
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Xander felt an odd calm rush over him. Release. That was the word his mind was searching for. Buffy had finally found release. Her life had changed from carefree to burdensome in the blink of an eye five years ago. He imagined her up in heaven somewhere, experiencing those carefree pre-slayer days once more�for eternity.
Still, from her own burden had sprouted something undeniably good. Before he met Buffy, his own world was burdened with the plague of a family who had no interest or need for him. He had no place in this world, nor any connections to anyone in it�besides Willow. Now, through one crisis after another, Xander had found his own release. He now belonged to something greater than anything he had ever known or imagined. He was no longer just the son of the drunken Harris family. Nor was he the useless, no good, piece of shit, lazy bastard that his family had called him since the beginning of time. Xander Harris had a place in this world, at the Slayer�s side.
Anya cuddled deeper into him, trying so hard to fill the emptiness he must be feeling.
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Dawn openly wept for the woman she had come to know as sister, friend, mother and protector. She always knew Buffy would protect her until her dying breath. And that she did�all too well. The youngest Summers girl secretly longed to join her family. She even wished for her own death, if only to put an end to her loneliness and sorrow. But then her sister�s last words would ring through her head, �You have to be strong, Dawn. The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live. For me.� Dawn wouldn�t dare let her sister down. Not after the high price that had been paid for this life of hers. No, now was the time for Dawn Summers to start her life. A real life with real memories and real occurrences�by herself
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The blonde vampire crouched at her side, consumed with overwhelming grief and guilt. His entire world for the last months revolved around the petite Slayer. He swore to himself, and to her, to protect this woman with his life. The end of the story and the bottom line equated to one live vampire and one dead Slayer. Then it struck him, and he fell into depression even further. He hadn�t always been sworn to protect her and hers. �I�ll dance on your grave.� His words rang through his mind louder and louder by the minute. There was a time, not all that long ago, when he would have relished the idea of leaving the Slayer for dead, not looking back for a moment. What happened between now and then? Why would the death of a little girl cause this Master Vampire to
collapse in grief and weep like a child? What the hell did he have to go and fall in love with her for?
The last end-of-the-world party they attended together, things had been quite different. They had been allies, sure, but unwilling allies if that at all. They way they walked down the street suggested their extreme distrust and dislike for each other. Even the way he had obtained invitation to her home had been strained. But this time, she had finally shown him the trust he had worked so hard for. He had nervously stood at her doorstep, fully aware that he was not allowed inside, while she, the one who had purposely taken away his invitation, overlooked his predicament. It was almost as if she had forgotten how afraid of him she had been in the past weeks, feeling only trust and kinship with him now. Then, when reminded of needing an invitation, she did so without giving
it a second thought. And most importantly, she did it without threats or any misgivings. Yes, something grand had happened between Spike and the Slayer. Something that hopefully would not die along with her.
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�Spike.�
When he heard what could only be a slayerette voice, he couldn�t possibly move or even respond. The vampire felt completely lost. When he lost his ability to harm humans, Spike found himself in between worlds, without a place in either. It took Buffy to give him a purpose and a home�but now with her gone, he couldn�t even begin to imagine where to go from here.
�Spike!�
No, he would not respond. He would sit here until he figured out what to do and where to go. The reason he had come to Sunnydale in the first place was dead to him now for more reasons than one.
�William! Get up NOW before you burn away in a vampire barbeque!� That voice. That was
definitely not one of the girls behind him. That was�
His head jerked up, fantically searching his surroundings. �Buffy?! Where are you?� He
jumped to his feet, barely avoiding the rays of sunlight that were beginning to creep toward him. By
now, the group of humans was staring at him nervously. �Spike,� Willow began, �Buffy�s gone.�
The words pained her, and her tears started again.
�Oh, crap! Don�t tell me you wankers didn�t hear that?!�
Six blank stares confirmed that they hadn�t. So, perhaps it had been a sick product of his warped mind. Too much guilt, that was it. �She turned me into a damn, poofter.�
�God damn it Spike! Get your ass inside before I haul it in there! I have to live in this body too, you know.� This time, he calmly looked around at the faces in front of him. They didn�t hear that either. And to compound it, he couldn�t see the voice coming from anywhere. �Um, mates. I think we have a bit of a situation here.� Spike spoke very slowly so as not to panic himself. �I�m hearing Buffy�s voice.�
Now they were all looking at each other, various degrees of disbelief across their faces. �Spike,� Willow approached him gently, �let�s get you inside while the rest of us take care of things here, ok? The sun�s rising.�
�That�s just what she said. She told me to gaaaaahhh�� Suddenly, his body began to move of its own volition, scampering to the nearest indoor spot.
�Now, next time, listen to me, you overgrown mosquito!�
Spike grew quiet, tilting his head to the side slightly, and looking down at his body. �Slayer? Are you in there?�
Continued in Part 2
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