Is this a nightmare? From thepowerplayers
I shared a glance with Angel. It was a confusing one, and while I was soaked and could feel that, and while I had a scratch on me or two, and possibly a bruise, which I could also feel, primarily, I was just sort of numb and not the pleasant kind of numb.
I couldn’t believe that Giles had gone through with a full-scale operation here in Los Angeles, with a bunch of slayers that had been in England probably only hours ago, to help Angel. He was against Angel and now, I wished that he wouldn’t have sent in the troops.
They were here, scattered amongst the dead demons, but they were also gone, but other then feeling Spike near me and sharing that gaze with Angel, which was a strange one, I didn’t even look at the other girls. Seeing Willow use her magic’s to help had made me proud of her, but then seeing her fall from the helicopter, screaming, screaming so loud that I couldn’t even hear the screams of the burning demons around us an then hearing the thud when she had landed, I couldn’t do anything but cry.
Once the reality of her death hit me after the demons had left and as I made my way over to her, the only thing that I could do was cry, and the cry became a river much heavier then the rain. The weight of all of this superceded seeing Spike again, or seeing Angel again. I didn’t know what to do, other then cry. It was hard to imagine that we had done all of this work, reformed the Council and had slayers with different assignments that had been trained and could travel where needed, and all of that had been shattered. But, it was harder to imagine that I was looking at Willow dead, hovering over her body, her head split open, her neck broken and making her neck form a pattern that a normal human neck couldn’t take.
In this rain, I bent down on my knees in front of her and cradled her close to me, the tears increasing, the memories flooding in, all of this too much, as I took her into my arms, having the cradle her neck straight because seeing it twisted to the left side as it was doing made me feel…made it all unbearable. The flood of tears was enormous and I could feel Angel and Spike, the two men that I had loved most in my life, hovering near me, and then, the sadness and sorrow was blended with anger, but not at Angel specifically, even though if he hadn’t made this power play to kill off all of these demons, then all of these slayers would be alive; then Willow would be alive.
“Why would Giles send all of these slayers, all of these girls, and Robin? What kind of strategy was that to lower the girls onto a pack of a thousand or more demons. Willow should have used the spell to burn them first. She should have burned them first! She should have used the spell first! Then she would be alive and all of the girls would be alive. They would be alive!”
[Spike, Angel and Faith]
I couldn’t believe that Giles had gone through with a full-scale operation here in Los Angeles, with a bunch of slayers that had been in England probably only hours ago, to help Angel. He was against Angel and now, I wished that he wouldn’t have sent in the troops.
They were here, scattered amongst the dead demons, but they were also gone, but other then feeling Spike near me and sharing that gaze with Angel, which was a strange one, I didn’t even look at the other girls. Seeing Willow use her magic’s to help had made me proud of her, but then seeing her fall from the helicopter, screaming, screaming so loud that I couldn’t even hear the screams of the burning demons around us an then hearing the thud when she had landed, I couldn’t do anything but cry.
Once the reality of her death hit me after the demons had left and as I made my way over to her, the only thing that I could do was cry, and the cry became a river much heavier then the rain. The weight of all of this superceded seeing Spike again, or seeing Angel again. I didn’t know what to do, other then cry. It was hard to imagine that we had done all of this work, reformed the Council and had slayers with different assignments that had been trained and could travel where needed, and all of that had been shattered. But, it was harder to imagine that I was looking at Willow dead, hovering over her body, her head split open, her neck broken and making her neck form a pattern that a normal human neck couldn’t take.
In this rain, I bent down on my knees in front of her and cradled her close to me, the tears increasing, the memories flooding in, all of this too much, as I took her into my arms, having the cradle her neck straight because seeing it twisted to the left side as it was doing made me feel…made it all unbearable. The flood of tears was enormous and I could feel Angel and Spike, the two men that I had loved most in my life, hovering near me, and then, the sadness and sorrow was blended with anger, but not at Angel specifically, even though if he hadn’t made this power play to kill off all of these demons, then all of these slayers would be alive; then Willow would be alive.
“Why would Giles send all of these slayers, all of these girls, and Robin? What kind of strategy was that to lower the girls onto a pack of a thousand or more demons. Willow should have used the spell to burn them first. She should have burned them first! She should have used the spell first! Then she would be alive and all of the girls would be alive. They would be alive!”
[Spike, Angel and Faith]