Decernere, Epilogue: Full Circle

Author: Batdz Angel (0/)

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of its characters. They are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This is just a way to honor them. And the song belongs to Yellowcard.

Rating: PG-13

Pairings: Spuffy. Mentions of Tara/Willow, Anya/Xander, Spike/Dru, Dru/Angel, and Angel/Buffy.

Summary: After Spike's death at the hands of Glory, Buffy, Angel, and their friends find themselves learning about vampires and slayers. And the reason an insane vampiress chose a quiet, shy poet for her Childe.

Season: Alternate Season Five ending/Season Six.

Author's Note: For some reason, Drusilla started talking when I was writing a completely different story. So, here's the result of a moment that was supposed to be a fluffy Spuffy ficlet but wound up being something else entirely.


She dances amongst the angels, sings with them about endless light and joy. Her mind has no memory of where she has been, who she has been, and what she has become. She is known as the Chosen One, the One who Sees what is to Be.

She sits and watches the Slayer fight, with her mate by her side. She knows the the mate, remembers a quiet, shy man giving her love. She mourns for the loss of that love but knows it is not hers to keep.

She sits and watches her Daddy, the Seer and her little brother at his side. She smiles in joy as he becomes the Champion he was always meant to be and sings to herself about a man who found it all without even trying.

She sees her Childe, her knight, her William fight against evil, against his very nature to be with his Slayer. She sees his bravery, his courage. She sees his glowing, glistening, effulgent soul...

She sings happy birthday.

Spike looks up as he stakes the last vampire of the night and frowns, his blue eyes narrowing as he whips his head around. Letting his hand fall, he says, "D'you hear that?"

Buffy pauses as she turns to him and says, "Hear what?"

Spike cocks his head to the side and frowns deeper as he says, "It sounds like someone's singing..."

Buffy blinks and says, "Singing...?"

He turns around, following the sound, and the Slayer sighs exasperatedly before saying, "We do need to get home, you know? Spike?"

He doesn't answer, merely looks up at the sky, and she frowns. "Spike?" she repeats worriedly and he turns to look at her before smiling. "Yeah," he says. "Yeah. I was probably just imagining things." He goes over and kisses her temple. "Let's go home pet."

She laughs and claps her hands as she watches the couple walk through the graveyard. She gets to her feet and turns around, walking towards the light.

The King has had his picnic.

His birthday is over now.

End Decernere