A/n: I got subliminal messages to update; so I did. Please review at the end.
Buffy stood, her arms outstretched in front of her and her eyes closed. She took a deep breath, the thrill sending chills down her spine as she lifted the sword and swung it down in front of her in a diagonal cut. The sound of it slicing threw air only increased the chills, she spun on one foot and swung in the opposite direction creating the same movement. One after the other, the slayer dissected the air with a cool precision that was only gained after years of practice. Her lover watched her from the doorway, staring at the grace she managed to possess in an activity he had perfected after centuries as she had learned in a week. Her hair was shorter now, just gracing the tips of her shoulders in a slight curl that he greatly enjoyed running his hands through. Her eyes were the same brilliant green, maybe a bit brighter since their reunion and the birth of their daughter. She swung around again, smiling a cool half smile. Her face suddenly clouded with fear as the sword flew from her hand, cluttering to the floor with a deafening sound that even made the century old vampire scared. He flew to her, catching her right before she fell to the floor. He looked at the sword at his feet, staring at the blood that stained it.
Wesley wrapped his arms around the redhead in front of him, smiling as she leaned back on him. She was wearing the blue apron he couldn't help but find sexy, her hair a mass of copper, and her cheeks pink with heat. He leaned forward, taking the spoon covered in chocolate icing into his mouth. She grimaced, scolding him for his childish behavior and causing him to smear a streak on her pale cheek. He then proceeded to lick it off, sending both of them to the ground in a passionate kiss. He tasted the spice of her, the way her mouth was always perfectly kissable and her arms fit around his neck in such a way that only could be described as right. She sighed into the kiss, leaning against him as they proceeded to devour each other. She pulled back, her eyes darker then he had ever seen them, before falling back on top of him, her eyes closed. He tried to wake her, his tongue flickering to his lips. They were coated in blood.
Anya Jenkins spent her life hating men; hating the smell of men, the way they walked, the way they talked, hell even the way they breathed. But like most people; she wanted what she hated with a passion. Xander had changed that, he had held her as she cried, yelled at her when she bitched, kissed her when she was sad, loved her when she hated him. He was the man of men, the only one she could ever see herself being with for the rest of her mortal life. He held her close, breathing heavily after their passionate encounter. He breathed words of love, told her she was beautiful, told her he would never leave her. He watched her, watched the way she moved, the way she breathed, watched the steady rise and fall of her chest as she inhaled and exhaled life. He played with her hair, running hands threw its golden goddess strands. She turned to him, a smile playing on her lips as she returned the love. She pulled the sheet up to cover her, turning to face him on her side. Word settled on her rosy lips, ready to come to life and yet not quite there. He watched her eyes close, thinking of how she had fallen asleep so quickly. Kissing her forehead gently, he was about to close his eyes when the blood on the sheets caused his eyes to snap open.
Spike had never moved so fast in his life, he dove at the vampire, punching whatever flesh was available. Rory was crying, stepping forward to embrace her fallen mother. He yelled at her, causing the tears to flow faster but for her to stay within the house. He threw the man away, running towards Dawn. She looked so beautiful, her hair flowing around her in a mahogany halo. He looked over her, grabbing her wrist and feeling for a pulse. He couldn't hear it over the yelling in his mind, over the screaming of his demons, over the pain of the thought of losing her. His eyes traveled to her neck, and pressing his hand to it he tried to cease the blood flow. He heard the vampire run off, but didn't really care. He would pay later. Now, he had to save Dawn. He carried her inside, laying her on the couch and pulling his shirt over his head. He wrapped it around her neck, staring at his blood covered hand as his daughter cried and the love of his unlife slowly slipped away.
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