Chapter 23: Voices in Sea Shells
He got into Lugo’s jeep in a type of mechanical act.
Open door, ignore questioning eyes, sit, lean back, close eyes and sweat it out.
“Where to, Zeru?” Lugo asked the man, looking at his wounds wearily.
Spike took some time to answer. “The house, I have to pick something up for my son…since it’s the last time I’ll see him.”
Lugo was beyond confused. “Zeru…”
“I killed ‘im…” he took a deep breath, holding on to his gaping stomach wound. “I killed ‘im.” He repeated.
Lugo watched as Spike’s face turned away from him and pressed his forehead against the car window.
Rain started falling softly all over the region. Large soft pellets that clouded the sky, and made driving difficult.
It took them over an hour to get to Spike’s house.
Spike hadn’t moved since they left, his blood was slowly spreading all over the car seat and floor.
“We’re here, Zeru,” Lugo spoke softly, speaking for the first time since they left the Senator’s mansion.
Spike opened his eyes and groaned painfully.
“We have to get you cleaned up,” Lugo said finally, not being able to look at him like this anymore.
“No!” Spike hissed and thumped his head against the window, letting his discomfort wash over him. “I have to get there before… before she finds out.”
“But Zeru…”
“Please…” Spike said, hoarsely. “Get my son’s book bag from the hall.”
Lugo studied his profile for some time, his throat was heavy. “Maybe one day she’ll forgive you…” But Spike’s face told him to shut up and let it go. The young man sighed and nodded, getting out of the car and entering the house.
He walked the corridors.
“Lugo?”
He turned towards the voice. He sighed when he saw it was Talsi.
“What happened?” the older man asked him. Lugo smiled a bit.
“You have been a faithful servant of Zeru–go in peace knowing that you have done your best,” he told him.
“What? What are you talking about?” Talsi asked confused.
“Go home, Talsi–to your wife and your mother and your sons and daughters. Go home and know that you have fulfilled your purpose.”
Talsi’s eyes narrowed. “I will serve Zeru until the day I die, you understand? Who are you to dismiss me?”
“He’s right, Talsi.”
Both men spun around to watch a bloodied Spike leaning on the door frame.
“Zeru!” Talsi exclaimed.
“Go, my friend–you have done what you came for.” Spike said through gritted teeth.
Talsi was outraged. “Zeru I will not!”
“You will!” Spike shouted then doubled over and fell face first on the floor.
“Zeru!”
Both men ran to Spike and rolled him on his back. Talsi quickly looked over the wounds.
“These wounds are cursed…” he whispered then looked at Spike’s sweaty face. “He’s dying, Lugo.”
Lugo looked down desperately at Spike. “He’s a vampire!”
Then Talsi sat back in realization. “The last of the prophesy says that by a mortal blade he shall die, end the torment of the walking dead.”
“No!” Lugo shouted in defiance.
Talsi rubbed his eyes and shook his head. “How could we have forgotten such vital part.”
Lugo continued trying to make the wounds stop bleeding but the blood was rushing right through his fingers.
“We must get him to the Slayer!” Lugo said finally, starting to pull Spike up.
“Are you sure?” Talsi asked a bit confused.
“Yes, yes–he did not wait all this time for her and her for him for them to be apart at such a moment–will you tell her that he died?”
Talsi nodded in agreement and began lifting Spike up.
As the two carried the almost unconscious vampire between them Fadma chose that moment to rush into the house.
“Oh no….” she said softly.
Lugo looked up at her. “We must take him to–“
“It’s happening,” she whispered almost desperately. “My father thought that it might be years before it would come to this.”
“Well your calculations were not correct, Princess.” Talsi grunted and pushed past her.
“Get William’s book bag!” Lugo shouted at Fadma who was standing in the middle of the hall as if everything had been pulled from under her feet.
She shook herself out of her trance and ran to the hall to Spike’s study. She paused midway, astounded at the amount of blood in the floor. “What the–“
Careful not to step in the blood she took the bloodied bag from the floor and ran out to the car.
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She felt safe in his arms, cool and comforted as if she could go on all night.
“I love you,” she whispered hoarsely against his lips as their bodies slid together in a softening rhythm.
“Love you more,” he murmured back, letting the waves of the after shocking pleasure wash over him.
She kissed his jaw and then moved down to lick his flat nipple. “I was thinking, now that Spike and Buffy are together–“
His nipple turned into blood before her eyes and next thing she knew she was sitting up and looking at Buffy who was kneeling in the floor, clutching a dying Spike in her arms. She was sobbing as if her life might end.
“Buffy–” Cordelia tried to reach her.
Then there were the sounds of a child screaming. “I want my daddy!”
Cordy looked to the other end of the room to watch William struggling against Giles’ and Dawn’s grasp as he tried to run to Buffy and Spike.
“William, no!” Dawn told him, herself crying.
“Cordelia!”
She shook her head and looked up at the face before her.
“Angel?” she asked, confused.
“What happened, you said Buffy.” Angel held her by her upper arms.
“Oh god, Angel!” Cordelia murmured in horror. “He’s going to die!”
“Who is?” Angel asked, already standing up from their bed and searching for his pants.
“Spike–“
“Spike?” Angel frowned. “He’s already dead.”
“I know, you dork–but this was for real… he was dying Angel, it was horrible.” Cordelia buried her face in her hands.
“Hey–” Angel kneeled in front of her. “Cordy, honey–we’re heading there now–it’s only a few minutes away.”
Cordelia looked up at him. “It’s too late, Angel–it’s too late.”
“What?”
“I know it, Angel–it’s too late.” she sniffed, shutting her eyes against the images and the screams of a little boy.
“We’re still trying, okay?” he asked in almost reassurance.
She nodded reluctantly and reached for her shirt.
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“And they lived happily ever after,” Giles concluded the story to a very pissed off William.
“That sucks!” he said indignantly.
Giles sighed and closed the book, taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Why does it ‘suck’?”
“Cause–it was too happy.” the little boy huffed.
Giles put his glasses back on and studied the small body before him, in the short hours Buffy and Spike had been away he was almost in total recovery, sitting up, moving his arm, and of course snapping back at the older man.
“Some stories have a happy ending,” Giles told him, patiently.
“That’s not what my mom says, she says that sometimes a happy ending doesn’t happen,” William insisted.
“How’s everything here?”
Both Giles and William turned to look Kimberly, she was smiling warmly at them. Kimberly had been William’s nurse, she’d seen more of him than his doctor’s combined and let him have some ice cream on the side without anyone noticing.
William smiled at her brightly. “Nurse Kimberly!”
“Hey William, I see you’re feeling much better.” she walked in.
“I am–I think I should go home.” the small boy blinked innocently at her.
She chuckled. “Not for me to decide.” she looked at Giles. “How are you Mr. Giles.”
“Very well, thank you,” Giles smiled at her. “Just getting a speech from a five year old about happy endings.”
“Nurse Kimberly, why don’t you tell Grandpa Giles that sometimes there’s no happy endings,” William smirked, which made Giles shift uncomfortably–he looked just like Spike.
“Well,” she checked his stats while she talked and wrote on her clip board. “Life might not always have happy endings but sometimes you have to believe in them to make them happen.”
William frowned.
Giles smiled triumphantly at the nurse.
“I’ll update Dr. Schwinger on your progress,” she smiled and walked out of the room.
“Told ya,” Giles said uncharacteristically.
William tried not to grin and stuck out his tongue at him.
“William!”
The little boy looked stricken. “Sorry mom.”
Buffy was standing in the doorway–having just witnessed the gesture. “It’s not me whom you have to apologize to.”
William swallowed and looked shyly up at Giles. “I’m sorry Grandpa Giles.”
“It’s quite alright,” Giles soothed him and patted his small hand he turned to Buffy. “Find anything out?”
“Plenty,” the Slayer said grimly and came into the room, handing Giles a manila folder filled with pictures and a brown paper bag filled with pills then went to William to kiss his forehead.
“How are you feeling?” she asked him, tucking his hair behind his ear.
“Nurse Kimberly says I can go home,” he smiled.
“Did she?” Buffy asked him skeptically.
“Well… she said she was going to think about it…” William bit his lip.
“Then we’ll see what she says, okay?” Buffy asked him, pushing his fallen hair off his forehead and kissing him again as he squirmed.
“Good lord, Buffy–this is…” Giles looked over the pills and the pictures. “this is…”
“Freaky?” she helped.
Giles stammered and nodded. “Precisely.”
Buffy sat on William’s bed and placed his head against her chest. “Giles, I don’t know what I should do.” William sensed his mother’s dark spirits and buried his face further in her chest, smelling her and trying to comfort her in any way he could.
“I’ll contact the council immediately–“
“But they were the ones behind this, Giles! I mean, who else would know that my powers could be taken away?” she asked him in a hushed whisper. “Plus–they’re the ones who informed you.”
Giles nodded in agreement. “Agreed.”
“Well… the Hellmouth is no longer in Sunnydale–you said it was in Deli, right?” she asked him.
“Yes, India.” Giles agreed.
“How long do you think before these pills wear off?” she asked.
“You’ve been taking them for quite some time, it might be days, weeks, months–I don’t know.” Giles was sincere.
Buffy nodded. “Well, Giles–there’s nothing left for me here in L.A… I guess I’ll follow my calling.” she told him after a while.
“You can’t be serious…think of William, his normal life–“
“His normal life almost killed him… and considering what we’ve just found out about him…I don’t want him to be surprised like I was, I want him to know what’s out there.” she looked down at her son who had been listening intently at the two adults for some time now. “It’s time to stop being protector mom… you scared William?”
William shook his head quickly. “I’ll fight, Mommy–I will.”
She smiled and kissed his head.
“Will daddy come too?” he asked, hopeful.
“You want him to?” she asked him carefully.
He nodded. “Yes–“
The moment was cut off as Talsi, Lugo and Fadma came in carrying a barely conscious Spike between their arms.
“Spike!” Buffy leaped off from the bed.
From behind them came in the rest of the Scoobies, Dawn, Tara, Willow and Xander who had just gotten there after he had dropped Anya at home.
“What happened?” she asked desperately as she hovered over Spike, looking at his wounds.
“Place a barrier, honey,” Tara encouraged Willow and the witch nodded.
“Parte esterno luca melo,” she whispered softly over the door and watched as it was glossed over with a crystal blue glow.
Talsi and Lugo set Spike down on the floor, putting William’s forgotten pillow under his head.
“What’s wrong with daddy?” William asked as Giles held him back, peering over Buffy’s shoulder.
“These wounds should be closing soon–he needs some fresh blood and some towels…” she looked up at the two men before. “He’s a vampire–he can heal from this.”
“In the time of darkness, when the shadows roam, in the time of hatred were the small ones weep, he who was chosen will meet his fate, to live forever, …………killed by a mortal blade.”
Fadma whispered softly. “This is the last verse of the ancient prophesy.
Buffy looked down at Spike. “What are you saying?”
Lugo shrank back and pulled Talsi with him. “I’m sorry… we thought it wouldn’t happen until years from now.”
“Wait–he can’t die,” Dawn pushed herself in front of the people in the room. “I mean–he just got here.”
“No one is dying, Dawn.” Buffy hissed. “You obviously don’t know me–I defy prophesies, I’ve died twice and look at me now, death does not mean total death.”
“Or maybe he’s just mostly dead,” Xander quipped from behind. “True love and all.”
“Calledus,” Tara whispered and watched with a sparkle as Xander went mute. Willow grinned over at her girlfriend.
Buffy looked down at Spike and leaned in, brushing his hair back with her hand. “Wake up, Spike–not your time to leave yet…”
“Buffy?” he whispered so faintly that only she heard him as she leaned in close.
“Hey,” she grinned at him as he opened his eyes.
He smiled and leaned into her palm when she placed it to the side of his face. “I should’ve told you…”
“Tell me a way to stop it,” she said sure of herself.
Spike shook his head slightly and slowly brought his hand to rest on top of hers. “My brave Slayer… always trying… to save… the ones she loves.”
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She wondered years after that happened how she could go from being self confident about her new found Slayer abilities to total despair as she watched his head fall to the side, his hand drop from hers and his chest slowly started to sink in.
She heard herself scream his name, shake him a bit, slap him some more, she heard Dawn pleading with him, shaking his legs.
She heard her son’s voice screaming ‘I want my daddy.” But Giles was pulling him away, letting her take the limp body in her arms, she rocked her vampire back and forth continued telling him how she loved him and how he had to come back he now had a family.
I remember it all like it was today. It still sends chills up my spine.
I wanted to hate him all over that time he was away–though she never told me, I knew she still loved him, even after all those years she thought he was dead.
William’s screaming ‘Daddy come back’ was an echo in my mind, like one of those sea shells you place against your ear and let the waves tell you tales of drowning heroes as they whispered their dying goodbyes to the sea.
I wanted to hate Buffy for never telling me about Spike and about William and about all the little messes in her life that were not important yet changed her life forever.
I also wanted to run away from that room–it seemed like the most intimate of moments, the last moment you have with a person you love, that last kiss, those last words, that last ‘I love you’.
I turned my face from the scene as I heard Lugo softly singing a soft native song about dying heroes and the legacy they left behind–they bid him safe passage to the other side and I wanted to remind them that a soulless creature does not go to heaven. A soulless creature doesn’t leave a woman he loves behind, leave her weeping, and I know Willow and me won’t be able to get her back from this one.
I wanted to bang my head against the hospital wall until I found the answer for me feeling sorry for him and her, for me wanting as much as everyone in that room for him to open his eyes and say he was joking–that was I could pummel him for being the bastard he’s always been.
And somehow I think God definitely heard my prayer because slow minutes passed before Buffy jumped back from his body and screamed.
His heart was beating.
Epilogue: Room 627
A/N: Lyrics in this chapter are the Series’ Song- Bryan Adams’ All for Love.
When it’s love you give
(I’ll be a man of good faith.)
Then in love you live.
I’ll make a stand. I won’t break.
“Why do we have to go see him before we leave?” William asked, tugging his turtle neck.
“Because,” she said patiently. “…and you don’t have to see him if you don’t want to.”
William studied his reflection in the mirror. “I don’t want to ever see him, mommy.”
Buffy smiled. “Ok, you really don’t want to.”
He smiled a bit and tugged his neckline once more. “Leave it alone.” Buffy told him, slapping his little hand away.
“It’s hot!” he protested.
“It’s cold in the plane.”
“We’re not in the plane now!” he insisted.
She sighed, counting her blessings. “We’ll soon be.”
Her son frowned. “Is daddy going to come?”
Buffy laughed. “Of course.”
He looked down at his shoes and kicked at a fallen pillow.
“Ok, what’s eating you up?” she asked, sitting on the bed and pulling him on her lap. He rested his combed head on her shoulder.
“He hardly speaks anymore…”
Buffy kissed the top of his head. “We have to give him time, my love. Getting humanity and a soul at the same time is really hard for him.”
“I know, you told me, uncle Xander told me, Aunt Willow and Aunt Tara told me, Aunt Dawn told me, and Grandpa Giles told also.”
“Then there you have it,” she told him softly, rocking him back and forth.
“I wish he would feel better already, I wanted to show him my drawing the other day but he was asleep… again…”
“Why don’t you go check if he’s ready, huh?” she asked him.
William sighed and got off her lap, tugging his turtle neck and huffing.
He walked down the large hall and stood in front of the large door. Taking a deep breath he reached up and turned the large gold knob.
The room inside the was dark but the bathroom light was on, he could feel his father in there.
He walked quietly to the door frame and looked up at him.
Spike was dressed just like him with a hellish gray turtleneck and black slacks.
“Daddy? Mommy wants to know if you’re ready.” he asked softly.
Spike stopped staring at himself in the mirror and looked down at his son. The little boy was still tugging his neck line and looking around nervously.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Okay,” William said softly then turned to tell his mom.
Spike watched his slumped shoulders as he walked away and guilt stabbed him once more. He was rejecting and ignoring his son once more.
I’ll be the rock you can build on,
be there when you’re old, to have and to hold.
When there’s love inside I swear
I’ll always be strong. then there’s a reason why.
“William!”
The boy stopped and turned to look at him, a little hope in those blue eyes. “Yes, Daddy?”
Spike gulped loudly and took a deep breath. “C’mere.”
He looked confused but took little steps towards him, until he was standing in front of him. Spike bent down to be eye to eye with the blond.
“Listen…” God this was hard. “I know I haven’t been…”
“Happy?” William helped after there was an awkward silence between them.
“Yeah…”
“If you’re not happy with us here…” William started.
“No–no!!” Spike shook his head and placed his hand on the little boys shoulders. But when he looked at William there were large tears building up in his eyes.
“What’s this?” Spike asked him.
The little bottom lip trembled. Then the water works broke. “You don’t love us anymore!!”
Spike was struck still as he watched his son sob, hiding his face in his little hands which did nothing to hide the tears that were sparkling in the air.
So he did what any father would do, he scooped him up in his strong arms and hugged him against he chest. William hiccupped and grabbed his neck, holding on to dear life, burying his head in his dad’s shoulder.
“I love you,” he whispered softly against the shaking head.
He turned when he heard his bedroom door opened, Buffy came in, dressed in a white pant suit, her short hair beautifully and classically styled.
I’ll prove to you we belong.
I’ll be the wal that protects you
From the wind and the rain,
From the hurt and pain.
She watched the scene and smiled, walking up to them.
“We’ll talk later,” she told him. “The limo is waiting.”
Spike nodded and followed her out of the room. By the time they had walked downstairs, greeted Giles, and loaded themselves into the car William was sound asleep in his father’s arms.
And so was Giles, snoring loudly on their trip to San Jose.
Spike cradled William in his arms, kissing his forehead once in a while.
Buffy had taken off his little glasses and had cuddled up to Spike.
“You see, the thing is that he’s been waiting for you all his life. I know you’re having a hard time adjusting that’s why I haven’t mentioned it to you.”
“But Buffy, he’s really ‘urt.”
She smiled up at him and kissed him lightly in the lips. “Just be there for him, it’ll all turn out okay.”
“Yeah?” he asked smiling a bit.
“Yeah,” she whispered and kissed him once more.
In his arms William stirred and yawned. “Are we there yet?”
“Nope,” Spike told him, helping him sit up and pressing him against his chest.
Buffy took his small glasses from her purse and perched them on his nose.
“Almost there, though,” she told him.
William snuggled further into Spike’s chest, listening to how his heart beat against his ear. “Tell me a story.”
Spike took a deep. “A story?”
“And without a happy ending!”
“You wanna cry?” Buffy asked, smirking.
“A scary story!” he insisted.
“Oh no!” she put in.
“There was once a vampire–” Spike started, smirking at Buffy.
“Yeah!!” William encouraged.
“No! Then he’ll come crawling to our bed, scared.” she reminded him.
Spike was about to continue when he got an image of him and Buffy going at it in their bed when a knock would make them take deep breath and console a crying William.
“Change of plans–Once upon a time…”
“No!!”
Buffy grinned.
From across the limo Giles pretended to be asleep, looking from under half closed eye lids as the small family argued good naturedly but then proceeded and cuddled when Spike began the story of a princess who was chosen to protect her people from the evil monsters… until a monster won her heart becoming human in the process… and they? They lived happily ever after.
Let’s make it all for one and all for love.
Let the one you hold be the one you want, the one you need,
’cause when it’s all for one it’s one for all.
When there’s someone that should know
Then just let your feelings show and
Make it all for one and all for love.
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He looked down at his shoes and then back up at her.
“So…”
She sighed. “Ricardo, just…”
“Go?”
Dawn nodded, looking down herself.
Lugo nodded and bit his lip. “Do you want me to write?”
“No…” she looked back up at him. “It’s better this way.”
“Right…”
The last flight call caught his attention.
“I have to go,” he said softly.
Dawn nodded.
When it’s love you make
I’ll be the fire in your night.
Then it’s love you take.
I will defend, I will fight.
He was going to walk away but then turned and pulled her into his arms. She sagged against his chest and smelled him in.
“Tell me to stay,” he whispered against her hair.
“I can’t… it’s not right.”
He pulled back and kissed her forehead. “I love you.”
But she couldn’t say it back, she simply pulled back and waved.
He gave her a last sad smile and away.
She watched until he boarded the planw, until the plane took off then sagged against one of the airport chairs.
She was doing the right thing–they were doing the right thing, she cursed. This right thing was a hard thing to do.
Without further thought she pulled the phone from her coat pocket and dialed the familiar number.
A groggy voice answered the phone.
“Hey! it’s me,” she smiled.
“Well… I though you had forgotten about me,” he smiled.
“Nahhh… listen, do you mind me coming over with some ice cream and girly movies?”
“Break up?” he asked.
“More like left up…he was married, it’s a long story.”
Connor laughed. “Bring 3 films, this might take all night.”
“I’ll be there in a few.”
I’ll be there when you need me.
When honor’s at stake, this vow I will make:
that it’s all for one and all for love.
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In San Diego, California a small blonde nodded her head as the doctor explained the situation to her.
“I’m sorry you can’t see him, Ms. Summers, but today has not been a good day.”
The blonde nodded and put on her sunglasses. “I’ll be reaching Delhi tonight and don’t expect to return–you understand if I never come back to see him?”
“Of course, and you said Mr. Angel would come once in a while to ‘privately’ meet with him once a year?” the doctor asked her.
“Yes, and make sure he’s well drugged. We don’t want Mr. Angel being hurt while visiting him, would we?”
“As you wish, Ms. Summers.”
The blonde smiled and walked out of his office, out of the building and into the waiting limo.
Seven stories up, in Room 627 a man in a straight jacket looked at the wall and thumped his head once more.
“Jack, why don’t we start from the beginning?”
He turned from the wall and looked at the spectacles before him.
“I’ve told you everything!”
“Tell me once more, Jack,” the man coaxed softly.
Jack sighed and threw his head back. “I am Jack Marshall, I work for a government secret branch. They were once called the Initiative.”
“And your marriage, tell me about your marriage.”
“Buffy Summers is the vampire slayer–a girl chosen from her generation to fight against the forces of darkness.”
“So your.. ex-wife is a … vampire slayer?”
“That’s what I’ve been telling you!” he cried.
“And she left you for a …”
“A vampire, William the Bloody, I’ve said this already.”
“I see,” the doctor noted and scribbled in his paper.
“And William…”
“William is their damn spawn.” Jack said, bored out of his mind.
“The son you tried to kill?”
“I was going to kill my wife when the brat came running up to me!” Jack cried and started banging his head against the wall once more.
The doctor watched patiently as his tantrum continued.
“There are vampires and demons and hell gods and all types of creatures out there!” he cried as he thumped his head.
“No, Mr. Marshall–there are no vampires and your wife is not a vampire slayer, you understand?” the doctor said softly, leaning forward.
Jack’s eyes narrowed. “I am not crazy!”
“Of course, not, Mr. Marshall,” the doctor stood up and smiled down at Jack, watching him as he scratched the completely healed scar on his cheek with his shoulder.
The doctor walked out, the head banging began once more, the iron door closing behind the man.
“Anything new, Doctor Wyndham-Pryce?”
He shook his head. “I shall be leaving now, thank you for the opportunity to examine the patient. And the newest story is that Mr. Angel is also a vampire.”
The other man snorted. “Still highly delusional I see…” he looked back to where Jack was now trying to get out of his straight jacket. “Such a sad case… schizophrenia is never something easy to deal with… I’ll inform the Senator of his progress.
“Very well, have a nice day Dr. Minko.”
Wesley watched as the other man walked away and smiled, looked back at Jack and let the guard escort him out of the building.
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Don’t lay our love to rest ’cause
We could stand up to you test.
We got everything and more than
We had planned, more than the rivers that run the land.
We’ve got it all in our hands.
The air was chilly down here–25 feet under the ground. Twenty five feet under the flat ground that was all that was left of the small island that had been his home.
“Twenty five,” he whispered to himself, then drew out the shovel from the bag he was carrying. he started digging in, taking earth from where it was, tossing it behind him.
Until he hit something hard and hollow–like a wooden box.
He hit it with his shovel once more and smirked when it responded with it’s presence.
He bent down and reached through the dirt for the box. Holding on to one of the edges and started pulling at it.
After some struggle he pulled it out completely. The small wooden box was about twelve inches wide and five inches thick. There was a lock in the front of it. Spike took his hammer and brought it down, smartly–letting the lock clank on the floor.
He sat back down and slowly opened the box. Inside was a letter, folded neatly.
Spike turned on his flashlight, missing for the first time his vampiric night vision.
William,
Of all the things I’ve told you, remember this the most. Live life, live it to the fullest because before you know it’ll be gone.
By the way–how is that blood pressure working for you?
Love, Archibald
Spike chuckled and cursed the old vampire under his breath. He put the note aside and pulled out the other object from the box.
He looked down at the thick and heavy book. It was titled.
The Watcher Diaries of Archibald DeLuca (1645-2002)
When there’s someone that should know
Then just let your feelings show.
When there’s someone that you want,
When there’s someone that you need
Let’s make it all, all for one and all for love.
The End.