Euphemism (1/1)

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Hey...

Well, I finally have the courage (some would say nerve ;)) to post 
one of my fics...I await the shooting squad ^_^
~Alyson O'Connor

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Title: Euphemism

Author: Aly

Rating: I dunno.

Author's Notes: None.

Disclaimer: I suck, Joss rocks. I promise to bring your characters 
back shiny and new, with (most) body parts in place :D


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I hate the dark, I despise the pain. I loathe the solitude. I lie on 
this hill against the grass and feel the vibrations pass through the 
ground as someone walks up behind me. But I don't care. I hardly care 
about anything any more, not since she died.
It was a beautiful funeral, if there can be such a thing. Giles 
delivered a stunning eulogy for her that brought a tear to the eye of 
everyone. Everyone except for Xander and I. We sat in stoic silence 
as the procession marched past her coffin, and after a long time of 
quiet reflection we paid our respects. As I stared down at her closed 
eyes, her pale face, and pressed her cold, dead lips against mine, I 
couldn't feel anything.
A single tear cascades down my cheek as I recall all of the time we 
spent together. I remember how I made her laugh, made her feel 
better. I remember how she was always there for me. I remember how 
much I loved her, and how much she told me she loved me that night. 
She was so nervous, her hands were shaking and voice was breaking. 
Like she didn't know I'd do anything for her, give anything to be 
with her. When I took her hands in mine, and kissed them softly it 
seemed like the most natural action I'd ever made.
But it all came crashing down only three hours later. I was forced to 
watch, helpless and crippled as the demon killed my lover. Pure, 
white hot rage exploded within me, and I tore the thing asunder, 
regardless of my injury. I cradled her head in my arms and rocked 
back and forth, telling her it was going to be alright if she could 
just&hold&on&
"I love you," she'd whispered in a shaky voice, just before her life 
left her broken body. I cried in pain and anguish for an hour, lying 
on the floor next to her, before Giles found us.
"She's gone," The person who'd been standing behind me says. I don't 
look up, don't move.
"I know." I reply simply, the words barely making it past my sore 
throat and cracked lips.
"You loved her, didn't you?" The person asks. If ever there was a 
question that didn't merit a response, this was it.
"With all my heart." I say anyway. I'm tired of playing word games. 
I'm tired of fighting, and I'm tired of running. I just want to be 
with her again, I want to feel her touch on my skin so badly it 
hurts. I would give anything just to see her smile one last time.
"Could you learn to love me?" The person asks tentatively.

"Never as much as I loved her." I admit softly. "I could never love 
anyone as much as I loved her." For once, there's no response. After 
long moments of silence I finally stand up and turn around.
"I never got the chance to say this." I say, smoothing back my 
hair, "I love you too." The person smiles sadly and walks up to me. 
We embrace, and I feel the coldness of her body against mine. The 
demon that now inhabits my best friend's dead body bares her fangs 
and sinks them into the softness of my throat. As I feel my life 
slipping away I don't scream, and when she makes a cut against her 
neck, I drink from it without resistance.
And so, I die.


Finis


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