Two people, one who should be in a coma at the foot of my bed. From huntedmerciless
I dreamed. I dreamed of a love lost, found and now lost forever. It was so vivid. Robin hurt, and lost to me for a split second there. But, then he woke up and was patched up and things were going to be so much better. I flaunted it for him, and when he got better from the wounds, I was goin' to ravage him. He spoke to me, and for the first time, I think that I was ready to be loved. I smiled, he smiled. We kissed. Then, he was gone again, and the dream took a turn for the worst. The dream became a nightmare.
I looked around and all that there was blood. All that there was, was the loss of all of the girls, of Giles, of Willow, of Xander, of Kennedy, of Buffy's kid sis. Nothin' but loss. And a lot of blood. I tried to come to grips with it. I floated in the air, feeling the sting and watchin' my very own very blood pour from my abdomen, and could see inside of the bus. The blood-stained windows, the cops being shot outside, and the crazy son of a bitch with the gun still shootin' them, still firin' and then runnin'.
I wanted to chase him, but he got into a car, and all that I could do was float. At the back of the bus, Buffy was floating'too, and she too was again, like I was, looking at the blood stained window of the bus. The blood was penetratin', and represented finality. The blood started to boil and the bus started to be engulfed in flames. All of the ones with me, with us, friends, and some not as friendly, but all of us who had worked towards the same goal of defeatin' the first, were bein' turned to a flamin' ash, their body's inside already dead, and now bein' cremated, and in the distance, Buffy cried, and risin' from the flames was Robin smilin'.
Tauntin' me. His head changed, his body morphed and he became the mayor, telling me that this was destined to happen and that I should have listened to him when he had given me the chance to get out. I looked over at B', but she didn't see him, or it. She was cryin' lookin' at the bus as it was a fiery maelstrom now.
I gripped the covers and ripped into them until it hurt my fingers, until I realized that my eyes were now open and standing at the foot of my bed were two figures. For a minute, I suspected that they might be the first. The first could always take the form of a dead person and Angel was dead and I had heard that Cordelia was in a coma. Been there, knew it could kill you. Maybe she had died? But why was the first, or more importantly, how was he taking two forms at once?
I jerked up, stopped my the stitches in me and the pain that followed, when I tried to move, and the first theory was over when Angel asked again...
"Faith, where's Buffy?"
Cordelia was clinging to him, and there was something going on there, but of course, B' would always energize the Angel freak meter.
I looked at them looking at me with sorrow and pity. They were real and I pointed to my right where her bed was, but then looked over there and she was gone.
"Angel, she's not gone. I got the worst of the two wounds between the two of us. She's not dead. The first didn't get either of us like he did everyone else..."
[Angel and Cordelia]
I looked around and all that there was blood. All that there was, was the loss of all of the girls, of Giles, of Willow, of Xander, of Kennedy, of Buffy's kid sis. Nothin' but loss. And a lot of blood. I tried to come to grips with it. I floated in the air, feeling the sting and watchin' my very own very blood pour from my abdomen, and could see inside of the bus. The blood-stained windows, the cops being shot outside, and the crazy son of a bitch with the gun still shootin' them, still firin' and then runnin'.
I wanted to chase him, but he got into a car, and all that I could do was float. At the back of the bus, Buffy was floating'too, and she too was again, like I was, looking at the blood stained window of the bus. The blood was penetratin', and represented finality. The blood started to boil and the bus started to be engulfed in flames. All of the ones with me, with us, friends, and some not as friendly, but all of us who had worked towards the same goal of defeatin' the first, were bein' turned to a flamin' ash, their body's inside already dead, and now bein' cremated, and in the distance, Buffy cried, and risin' from the flames was Robin smilin'.
Tauntin' me. His head changed, his body morphed and he became the mayor, telling me that this was destined to happen and that I should have listened to him when he had given me the chance to get out. I looked over at B', but she didn't see him, or it. She was cryin' lookin' at the bus as it was a fiery maelstrom now.
I gripped the covers and ripped into them until it hurt my fingers, until I realized that my eyes were now open and standing at the foot of my bed were two figures. For a minute, I suspected that they might be the first. The first could always take the form of a dead person and Angel was dead and I had heard that Cordelia was in a coma. Been there, knew it could kill you. Maybe she had died? But why was the first, or more importantly, how was he taking two forms at once?
I jerked up, stopped my the stitches in me and the pain that followed, when I tried to move, and the first theory was over when Angel asked again...
"Faith, where's Buffy?"
Cordelia was clinging to him, and there was something going on there, but of course, B' would always energize the Angel freak meter.
I looked at them looking at me with sorrow and pity. They were real and I pointed to my right where her bed was, but then looked over there and she was gone.
"Angel, she's not gone. I got the worst of the two wounds between the two of us. She's not dead. The first didn't get either of us like he did everyone else..."
[Angel and Cordelia]