-Last One Standing- (For Ryan)

["Cilia" <cilia@xxxxx>]

Hi!
Since Ryan is sick and I'm at heart a nice person, I wipped this little
piece up for him,
Cilia

-Last One Standing-
Cilia

It?s dark and it?s raining, story of my life if you ask me, dark and damp. I
?m standing, well leaning actually against a wall in? fuck I can?t even
remember the city?s name, must be the pain, or the blood loose take your
pick. Oh hello there. I Guess introductions are in order, my name is Willow
Rosenberg and I?m the last one? standing that is at the current time. I left
my lover on the floor at the warehouse and I don?t know if she?s dead or
alive. Right now I don?t care, so I gather my strength and keep on walking.

This thing was a disaster from the start, it was supposed to be an easy
clean up. Go in, destroy the nest and back out again. Home to bed and make
like bunnies, or fuck for those of you whom don?t understand the colorful
imagery. Now understand I don?t usually curse this much, but when your
battered and bleeding your sense of decency goes out the window.

Where was I going again? Oh yeah, kill bad guys who hurt Buffy, good plan.
Just go in and shoot the place up and go back to Buffy. Wait? shoot the
place up! Can?t do that? Oh okay then I?ll use fire... I can do fire spells?
I think, my sword spell still works I think. Just stop for a moment now, don
?t close your eyes Wills. Can?t sleep now. Sleep later with Buffy. Okay
thanks mystery friend.

Perhaps I should take this time to explain a few things. First off I?m
talking to a voice in my head, don?t know who it is, but he or she has a
weird accent. Second and stop me if I?ve told you this before I?m the last
one standing after a botched attack on a group of vampires, so the others
are either wounded or worse. Fuck! I hate doing this! Sorry I?m just tired
right now.

I don?t know if they others managed to stumble away or not and I didn?t see
anybody when I left the warehouse. Now? excuse me for a moment while I pull
this big fucking splinter from my shoulder? ouch in the name of fuck! That
hurt like hell, just burned my wound closed if you?re wondering. Like I
said, we came in and guess what? yep an ambush, first instinct was to get
the hell out and just fire bomb the place, but we didn?t get the chance? so?
well here we are.

Great a cemetery, not like I haven?t fought in one before, but this is kind
of personal I guess. I create the flame sword that?s has aided me in the
past, don?t know how I do it, since it takes a lot of concentration and pain
doesn?t usually help in the department. But like a wise man said to me once
you don?t live with it, you use it? for motivation.

Now where is my little fuckhead so-called master vampire? I?m grinning right
now and it must be a fucking awful sight to behold, I can feel that scars on
my face bleeding and I think my hair is slightly burned. Uh ugly, duck,
roll, strike. Man guess he didn?t walk away from the bomb either, what with
half his face missing and all. So I strike again, but for a medium crisp he
really is quite nimble. Fuck! Gun. I hate guns, it itches when the bullets
grace my skin and leave thin lines of red in various placed. The itches will
hurt like fuck when I come down from the adrenaline high but right now I don
?t care. I jump and swing for his, fucking ugly head, when it doesn?t go off
and my sword fades cause no matter how fucking pissed off I am, I am still
bleeding profoundly. I look up and smile at him before drop kicking his ugly
head and he dies with a really stupid expression on his face, not that I can
see cause the head does a fieldgoal between two tombstones and the rest of
him leaves me covered in fucking dust and blood. So I do the only thing
logical, I pull myself up from the ground and start making my way back to
where I left Buffy.

I peer through my eyes at the person standing at the cemetery gates. Damn so
don?t want to fight again. You look like hell Wills. She greets me and I?m
sure my smile leaves much to be desired. Come on lets get you home. She
whispered as she picks me up and carries me to the waiting van. I wish I
could heal as fast she does but then again I?m not the Slayer, she is. More
to the point she?s my Slayer, my Buffy. I?ll just pass out now. So good
night whoever you are.

Hope you get better soon Ryan