Disclaimers: I own neither Buffy nor Discworld. I wish I did, but I don't.
Summary: Spike goes for a drink the night before the final battle with The First…
Spoilers: Buffy to end, Discworld to The Last Hero
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour"
One Last Drink…
The bar was all but deserted.
Willy himself was carefully wrapping glasses in newspaper and placing them in boxes. He looked up "Never thought I'd see you in here at a time like this?"
Spike shrugged, "I doubt I've ever been in more dire need of a drink."
Willy took the last bottle remaining on the bar and poured a glass, "Well, then you can join us in closing up the bar."
Spike took the offered drink and looked at the figure sitting at the end of the bar, "Who's that?" The stranger was covered in a long hooded robe that hid their face.
Willy shrugged, "To tell you the truth, I don't know: I've seen him in here from time to time, normally before something big goes down. Not that I care: I'm getting the hell out of here the minuet I finish packing." He went back to the boxes.
Spike turned to the stranger, "So what's your story: everyone else is leaving town in a hurry, yet you're arriving?"
MY USUAL TAVERN IS REDECORATING, AND I HAVE WORK HERE, The words arrived in Spikes mind without bothering to pass through his ears, TOMMOROW IS GOING TO BE A LONG DAY
Spike stood up; drink in hand, "A fellow could take that the wrong way: he may think that you work for The First."
HA, HA, HA The figure shook as they laughed, THERE ARE THINGS OUT THERE THAT EVEN THE FIRST FEARS: SOME SHADOWS ARE SO LONG, THEY ARRIVE BEFORE THE LIGHTSpike leaned closer, "Have we met before?"
ONLY ONCE IN PERSON, the stranger replied, BUT WE HAVE OFTEN WALKED THE SAME PARTH The hooded face turned, and eyes like bright blue stars faired, YOU HAVE KEPT ME BUSY OVER THE YEARSSpikes eyes went wide with shock, "You're Death"
YES The stranger nodded, I AM
Spike swallowed, "Are you here for me?"
YES, AGAIN Death nodded, BUT NOT TILL TOMMOROW
Spike nodded, "Figured as much. What about…"
MISS SUMERS? Death shook his head, NO, NOT THIS TIME He sighed, I REALY WISH PEOPLE WOULD STAY DEAD: I DON'T LIKE REPEATS. THEY ARE ALMOST AS BAD AS PEOPLE WHO WON'T DIE WHEN THEY ARE MENT TO
Death stood, lifting his scythe. The blade flicked out with a sound that could have been the sound you get when metal rubs against metal, but was in fact the sound you get when there is a tare in the very fabric of reality.
NOW, IF YOU DON'T MIND, THERE IS ABOUT TO BE A FATAL CAR ACIDENT TWO BLOCKS FROM HERE He looked at Spike, NOT SOMETHING I'D NOMAERLY ATTENED TO IN PERSON, BUT, YOU KNOW, AS I'M IN THE AREA…
Spike nodded, downing his drink in one go, "I'll be seeing you tomorrow then."
Death placed two golden coins on the bar.
YOU CAN BET YOUR AFTER-LIFE ON IT! With that, he walked through the door. There was the sound of a horse walking of, then silence.
Willy placed the last of the glasses in the box, "Someone you know then?"
Spike nodded, "Yes, you could say that." He chuckled, "You could say we go way back." He turned to the barman, "You know, I kind of feel a little better."
Willy shrugged, "What ever. Don't bother about locking up when you leave: I'm not coming back. Maybe I'll see you around someday."
"No," Spike shook his head as the barman left, "you won't."