My Nirvana Drabbles
She knows it heralds trouble the moment she sees the heart-shaped box laying on her pillow. It tries twice before finally managing to lift the box; her fingers shake as she raises the lid. She stares at the small box's contents, unable to scream, too tired to release the sounds of terror bubbling inside her throat.
Finally, she drops it. She grimaces, shaking all over, as the bloody fingers pop out of the box and onto her bed. The ring on one confirms their identity. Slowly, Buffy slides to the floor. Her favorite singer will never play her guitar again.
The End
When he was young, he was always chasing one skirt after another. He thought life was all about women and the pleasure they brought. Then Darla came to him, bringing him new life and more power and pleasure than he had ever before imagined. It was a female Gypsy who cursed him so that he no longer wanted to live until he saw Buffy. Now, though Buffy lives, because Cordelia does not, he again does not want to live. Angel smirks as he reminisces and realizes that he was right all those centuries ago: It is always about a girl.
The End
He couldn't lose her in alcohol, blood, or massacre. He couldn't lose her by going halfway around the world. Even Drusilla could not make him forget her; instead, his dark Princess forgot him. Spike snarled, cursing, as he watched Dru leave with another lesser Demon.
He couldn't win. He couldn't live this way. He wasn't even existing. He'd forgotten how. He'd forgotten everything because of one bitch. He knew what he had to do. He had to return to Sunnydale and either finally kill the Slayer or claim her as his forever. "Bugger!" Even he didn't know what he wanted.
The End
Come as you are. Come as you are into my dreams, into my heart, my arms, my home, into me. Come as you are, and love me as you will. Forget the Slayer, or don't. Just love me more. Love me as I love you, or at least, love me as you can. I don't care how dark you become, how mean you may be to me when you think you've lost it all. You'll never lose me. I'll always love you. Just come as you are to me, now, before it's too late.
Those are the words she should have whispered to him long ago. They are the words she ached to scream that night on the bridge, and they are the ones she'll tell her Angel whenever he finally gets to her in Heaven.
The End