FIC [Rose Tinted World (1/1)]

[cilia@xxxxx]

Evening,
Not too long ago I posted a short story called "Path's End" this is 
the sequel to that story. If you haven't read "Path's End" it can be 
found at: http://www.mmedia.is/~cilia/short/path.htm it's short so 
it'll only take you a few mintues. This might become something more 
given the proper interest on your part and motivation on mine.
Regards,
Cilia

Rose Tinted World
Cilia

Oh hello there come to watch the sunset with me? 
I have seen sunsets lasting for hours, where the sun never really 
disappears just hovers for a while and then begins to rise again. 
It's quite fitting actually to sit here and watch one of those 
sunsets where the world is pink for a moment. I'm not ready to leave 
though, too much unfinished business I guess, so I'm just resting my 
bones here I'll get up in another minute or so. I always do, that's 
my duty and purpose, to get up and get back into the game. It's has 
been a good summer though, one of those that you always remember in 
the years to come a rose tinted memory of a rose tinted world. 

Since you are lending my your ear I feel like I better tell you 
something about myself, since there is nobody else here and silence 
is overrated anyways. My name is Elisabeth, my friends used to call 
me Buffy, but that was a long time ago. Many of those friends are 
gone now, but they did go out with a bang every single one of them. 
Living life or unlife, if you really want to get PC about the whole 
thing, to the max, before hurling themselves against the enemy. Of 
course you wouldn't know about that, chances are you're too young to 
remember anyways, but maybe your mother has told you about it. Still 
war stories bore me so let me tell about the time in between the epic 
battles that determined the fate of world. The stories that usually 
go untold, but perhaps those are the ones who matter the most in the 
end. 

I remember when Spike was still alive; he would sit on the porch of 
the château he was restoring in the valley he loved. He used to talk 
about how he would plant his vines and how the sun had to fall on 
them just right and how you could not have too much or too little 
rain or else the crop would fail. We would all linger around the 
porch; Xander, Giles, the others and me would listen patiently as we 
lounged on the worn oak planks, drank cheap wine and ate cheese. But 
that was a long time ago, the château is still there in case you are 
wandering, Anya spends her days there now along with some old friends 
that don't know what also to do, but to watch the growing vines. 

I have a daughter you know. Her name is Willow and you two would get 
along great. She was named after my dearest friend in the whole 
world. I always thought that my Willow would be here with me at the 
end. Yet when I look back as one does when one is feeling her age she 
was among the first of us to go. The memory has fated over the years 
and I'm sure Wills would have liked that I guess. No need to dwell on 
the past I guess. 

I have nightmares sometimes, but they are no longer about the future 
rather the past. All those I killed or hurt during my revenge world-
tour as Cordelia calls it. Maybe I did go a bit overboard in my 
search for revenge, but if I hadn't you wouldn't be sitting here 
asking question like: What are vampires? Now would you? The 
nightmares I can live with. 

Xander came back a few months after I put that bullet through Riley's 
heart, he's still piecing together his memories and I can sometimes 
hear him screaming in the night, but that's the cost of the life we 
have lived. I comfort him as much as I can, but no matter how hard I 
try he keeps seeing the ghosts, it's not easy to return to Earth 
after having seen the Golden Gates of the Silver City. We have shared 
many loses and sometimes when the nights grow cold we find solace in 
each other and don't look so shock I'm still not that old.

But I'm getting sidetracked, maybe I should tell you about Willow, 
the older one and that time I got to spent with her. It was about a 
month before she died, strange how that word comes so easily to me 
now, but like I was saying it was about a month before she died. We 
spent the night together; nothing hot and heavy mind you, but rather 
we just lay there on my bed curled up in each other, a quite moment 
in time. A rose tinted memory of a rose tined world long gone.

Angel and Cordelia you ask? It is strange how some people survive no 
matter what happens to them, of all my friends they decided to stay 
clear of seeking revenge for Willow, after all revenge is not the 
business that Angel and Chase Investigations is into. They were 
always there thought to pull us out of the fire.
-Mom dinner is ready- my daughter is calling for me so I 
better leave you to the sunset then. Always a pleasure talking to you 
though, you going to be okay out here?
-Five by five Miss B, five by five -	

A relative of an old friend came to visit me today. Things might get 
interesting around here soon.

Buffy Anne Summers, Vampire Slayer retired.
June 2022