Title: My Immortal (Title based on song by Evanescence)
Author: Sita
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post 7.22- It's been five years, and the night Spike died still haunts Buffy's dreams. But what happens when she gets a phone call from L.A. and comes face to face with no other than Spike? What will she do? B/S
Spoilers: Post 7.22 "Chosen"
Disclaimer: Insert standard disclaimer here.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first.

You used to captivate me by your resonating mind
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time can not erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But do you're still with me
I've been alone all along


Part One

"I love you." Her eyes met his, love and adoration shining in her hazel orbs.

The emotion on his face was sincere yet disbelieving as he spoke, "No you don't....but thanks for saying it."

Pure white sand. She could taste it. She could smell it. She could feel it. It was all around her suddenly....Everything was sand. No tree's. No civilization. Just miles and miles of and endless desert.

"I know this."

The words echoed and were oddly loud compared to the silence that was experienced only a moment before. Somehow she knew she had been here before....but when?


She knew that voice. It was....


He was covered in the white sand, a knife protruding from his chest, and the sand on his chest was quickly becoming black from all the blood he was loosing.

"Spike!" She screamed again. Starting to run. The more she ran, the farther away he seemed. She couldn't reach him.

Suddenly, he burst into flames, the white-hot sunlight causing his vampire flesh to start desinigrating

Right before he did, he turned his head, "It's all your fault."

"No...." She whimpered.

"Yes." He replied, before there was nothing left but a pile of bloody ashes laying in the middle of an endless desert, and she let out a blood-curdling scream.



The blonde sat straight up in bed, looking over to her right and coming face to face with the soft and caring face of her lover.

"Are you having nightmares again?" He questioned, placing his hand on top of hers.

She nodded numbly, catching a stray tear with her thumb and sighing, "Don't worry about it, Andy."

"Buffy," He turned on his side in bed, facing her. "You say that every night. You never tell me these dreams. We've been together for two years. Why are you keeping something like this a secret?"

She pushed the blankets off of her legs, starting to get out of bed, her back facing the brunette man as she answered, "It's my past. It's really something I'd rather not discuss." She seemed tense as she left their bedroom. "I'm going to take a bath."


"Look, I'm just going to take a bath right now." She walked out of their room, not bothering to turn and look at her boyfriend before shutting the door behind her.


It was her fifth cup of coffee, and Buffy could already see the sun starting to rise. Sighing, she walked out on the porch, watching the sunrise.

She could never sleep after that nightmare. The same nightmare that had been plaguing her since a month after Spike's sudden death. She had no clue what the nightmares meant, and she had no desire to let anyone know about them. Even though they were horrible, she felt they were the only thing left she had of Spike. They were the only way his voice could stay fresh in her mind. The only way his face wouldn't fade into a blurry image. The only way she wouldn't forget him.

She sighed, bringing the hot cup to her lips and taking a slow sip of her java. Andy was starting to get angry about the dreams. But what could she honestly tell him? My dead boyfriend was a vampire and he died saving the world? She couldn't tell him anything. He wouldn't understand. She felt like no one could understand.

The phone ringing suddenly snapped the blonde out of her thoughts, and she was glad she had brought the portable out onto the porch with her. She glanced at her watch, but who would call at 5:45 in the morning?

"Hello?" She picked up the phone, waiting for an answer.


"Angel?" She question. "What are you....I haven't heard from you in four years...."

"Buffy, I need you in L.A."

"Angel. Is everything alright?"

She heard a deep sigh from the other side of the line, "I'm not sure. Just please. Can you get a flight to L.A.?"


"I can't stay on long, Buffy. Please. I need you down here as soon as you can come."

A soft clicking sound signaled that Angel had hung up the phone and the blonde slayer looked at the phone curiously. Yet, her brow was creased with worry. So, she quickly dialed Giles' number. She had a bad feeling about this.


AN: I had to write a story after "Chosen". That episode was so.... Well, I loved it, yet it broke my heart at the same time. I plan on not making this story too long, only a few parts.

Also for the readers of Better Than Chocolate, I'm going to try and update ASAP. I'm still working on it, don't worry. :-p

PLEASE REVIEW and tell me what you thought of this....should I continue?