Epilogue
The entire church, softly lit with candles, simply brimmed with people. The string quartet began to play the ‘Wedding March’, signaling everyone to rise to their feet.
Angel could feel his collar tighten as she appeared in the entranceway, her beautiful, custom made designer dress, a shimmering white.
With every step she took, Angel could feel bits and pieces of his freedom flying away…
Gone were the days of late night clubbing and one night stands. Gone were the ‘sex only’ relationships, gone was his most prized possession, his little black book, which Cordelia and her friends had so gleefully burned at her bacholerette party. This was it. Cordelia Chase for the rest of his life…only Cordelia Chase for the rest of his life…
The room began to spin as she took her place beside him smiling. It was suddenly very hot, why was it so hot in here?!
The second he heard Father Lonnegain speak, Angel hit the floor, passing out like a light.
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The sun was well hidden behind the many clouds that moved across the sky. She drew her knees up slightly, easing her feet out of her sandals, relishing the way the grass on the knoll felt between her toes.
“Now, that cloud looks like Britney Spears.”
“Xander, what is it with you and pop stars?”
“Oh, come on, Buff! That’s Britney all the way, that cloud’s even got the cleavage to boot. Oz, back me up me, man.”
“I’m getting more of an Oprah vibe, not really a Britney vibe.”
“Spike? Help me, please.”
“Sorry mate, gotta agree with the lady. That cloud looks nothing like Britney Spears. It’s more like…Catwoman.”
“Catwoman?! Spikey, when did you become insane?! That is not catwoman, that cloud is Ben Affleck all the way.”
“I am not insane, baby. And don’t call me Spikey.”
“Will, be my voice of sanity here, and tell me that cloud looks like Britney Spears.”
“I still see Cary Grant. Sorry Xand.”
“You guys are impossible.” Xander sighed bitterly, sitting up. The others laughed, the sound of their utter relaxation evident.
Spike tightened his arms around Buffy’s waist, giving her a quick kiss on the back of her neck. They had only been in town for a week, but her friend’s had taken him in as one of their own already, well, all except for Xander, who was slowly but surely coming around. He had to admit, there was a certain beauty about this place that was totally lost in the city, and having her in his arms only made it better.
“Who’s up for a quick round of ‘anywhere but here’?” Xander asked, shoving the last of his twinkie in his mouth.
“I’ll go.” Willow piped up. “I’m on a deserted beach in Mexico, the sun is setting, the waves are crashing on the beach. I lay back in my beach chair, shutting my eyes, when all of a sudden, I feel my sandals being slipped off, and two strong hands massaging my feet. I open my eyes and it’s…John Cusack.” Willow blushed furiously, turning to face her boyfriend.
“Sorry, Oz.”
“It’s okay.” Oz shrugged. “John Cusack’s a hunky guy. Plus, I’m the one who’ll be massaging your feet later.” He smiled.
Willow ‘awwed’, smiling as she turned to Xander. “It’s your turn.”
Xander smiled, clearing his throat before opening his mouth to speak.
“Amy Yip at the waterslide park.” The other’s finished for him, laughing.
“Ha, ha.” Xander said, rolling his eyes. “Buff, it’s your turn.”
Buffy leaned back against Spike, resting her head on his shoulder.
“I’m enjoying being here, actually.” She smiled.
The End.