DATE: 5/17/03
SUMMARY: My vision of the last scene in "End of Days"
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: Through "EoD"

“That bitch!”

Spike looked over his shoulder at the phantom Buffy, then back at the real one in an embrace with Angel.  The rage bubbled up from his gut.  Why had he always been the fool for love?  Why had he allowed himself that one moment of hope when Buffy almost admitted she had feelings for him?  Suddenly he could only see red as he watched the lovers kiss.  Visions of brutality filled his mind as he considered striking the pair down where they stood.  Then he would take the Potentials…one by one.  He would drink of them and rejoice in their crimson life force.  After that would come the Harris boy…

Buffy gently broke away from her vampire and looked sweetly into his eyes.  “You know.  You have Spike to thank for this.”

Angel looked at her quizzically.

“Because of him, I can now admit my true feelings and emotions.  I’m not afraid anymore.  Thank God you showed up when you did.”  She took a deep breath, then leaned her forehead upon his chest.  “I’m in love with you and always will be.  Be my husband.”  She looked up into his eyes with a plea.  “Please?  I’ve never loved another.”

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Spike sat straight up in the borrowed bed, gasping for air.  He had disturbed the woman at his side.

“Spike?  What’s wrong?  Bad dream?”

He looked down at his blonde Goddess to see her eyes full of love and caring.  She was still here.  There was no note on her pillow.  And she was smiling.

He gazed into her eyes and felt her love ten fold.  She didn’t have to say it.  He could feel it was there.

“Yeah, pet.  Nasty nightmare.”  He shook his head to clear the images from his mind.  “But it’s all right now.”

He lay back on the bed to let Buffy hold him in his time of need.  And she did.