Acually this is what I would rather have.
She slowly releases my hands, she has to manually unwrap my fingers from her own 'cause it seems they won't listen to me. I wrap my arms around myself in a poor substitute for one of her own hugs. Spike looks over at me and nods slowly..I just hug myself tighter and try and watch.
She doesn't say anything either. Just drags the one on the ground to his feet and pulls him after her as she goes after the one still trying to drunkenly stagger away. He looks over his shoulder and tries to break i
nto a run but she's on him already.
She's grabbed them each by their throats now and has them pinned against the wall. A streetlight is casting shadows over all off them. She's choking them, I can see her knuckles getting whiter and whiter..she's strong enough to snap their necks but she's dragging this out. Making it slow.
Their feet are scrabling madly against the wall and their hands clawing at her wrists, seeking purchase..but ..already they're getting
weaker..she's choking them and choking them..and..
Her face. Her beautiful, warm, face it's..gone. The light is stark across her features. Cheeks are shallow and drawn like she's on the last bits of strength. Her eyes are wild..furious..I can see insanity warring there and ..and she's lost. Tears are running down her face but she doesn't wipe them away just keeps squeezing tighter and tighterÖthey're hardly struggling at all now.
Behind them all Spike is slowly applauding.
I can't le
t this happen! I can't!
"Buffy!!" I scream.
She doesn't seem to hear me for a moment but then..then her head slowly turns toward me..and I can really see her eyes. Lost, sad, hating eyes..hating themselves..sad..so sad eyes..
She smiles, a warm loving smile meant for newborn babies or soft kitty cats nestled against your cheek. I have never seen anything so horrible in my life.
"I'm sorry Willow." She says softly at me. Still smiling. "I know what I said
back in the dorm but..I'm sorry."
I'm not fooled by what she's saying.
She's not apologising.
She's saying goodbye.
Won't lose her..will not! Will not let these two..two..ASSHOLES destroy my family! Not when we've faced the kinds of hell that would have thousand of them screaming in place waiting to be shredded!
I will not!
I WILL NOT!!
"Buffy!" I shout. Not screaming..shouting. She ignores me, she's turned back to watching her two friends..watching them for
that last light to flee.
"Buffy! My Truth!" I shout again.
She's looking at me! She can see me..gotta do it..gotta do it..remember Rosenberg, no matter what happens, it's better this way.
"My Truth is for you.." I say. Spikes stops applauding. "My Truth.." and I'm walking toward her slowly, arms stretched out in front of me..hey..I'm crying again.
When did that start?
"My Truth is..Buffy..My Truth isÖI love you Buffy."
She just stands
there for a second. She's got this little crease between her eyes. That always happens when she's confused. Her head cocks to the side slighly. I can't help but giggle a little. She looks so cute this way without the two ..things..half dead against the wall of course.
"I love you Buffy." I say again. "Love..you."
"Willow.." She gasps.
And she lets them go.
Where I to make a top 100 list of Buffy fan fiction this scene would be number-one, number-one with a stake.
Makes little speech 'bout a yellow crayon rather weak in comparision, IMHO.
^-^
Patrick
"Life is only comprehensible throught a thousand local Gods. And not just the old dead ones with names like Zeus-no, but living Geniuses of Place and Person!...Spirits of certain trees, certain curves of brick wall, certain chip shops, if you like and slate roofs-just as of certain frowns in people and sloches...Worship as many as you can see-and more will appear!" -Equus, Peter Shaffer