Do not Weep-
Do not Weep- (Epilogue
to What We Lost Collection)
-Disclaimer: I do not own any of
the characters, they are all Joss.
-Summary: Sequel to "To Part
Now", The aftermath of Spike's second departure.
-Distribution: People who have
contacted me and I've given them an ok, other than that please
-Rating: R (Language, Violence)
-Author's Note: Feed me
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-Dedication: To all the reviewers
who hated the conclusion of What We Lost Collection, this is for
those who wanted tears other than sorrow :o)
Ilsa: When I said I would never
Rick: And you never will. But I've
got a job to do, too. And where I am going you can't follow. What
I've gotta do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, I'm no good at
being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of
three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy
world. Someday you'll understand that......Here's looking at you,
The small girl clutched the worn
piece of paper in her pale hand as if the world would disappear.
She walked silently, her steps small as if she had all the time
in the world. She clutch on to the paper, fingers ripping the
flaky white material that had been a her disenchantment from this
She knew where she was going but
she didn't know why. She knew he would already been gone. He was
like that, came and went when you least expected it.
She remembered that night at the
hospital, she had asked him not to leave her and he said
Well 'never' was a short time. Too
short for her liking.
She needed forever, even if
forever meant one last kiss. She just needed him to hold her one
last time, just one. If he would do that she would be all right,
she could go on.
But not waking up with a papered
goodbye and his scent on her brow.
This was not his way of doing
things, this was Angel's way and she was not in love with Angel.
She walked in the sunlight, for
she knew he couldn't escape her confrontation.
The note said he would leave and
she will not see him again, but when has he ever kept his
promises? Not to her, and in a very conscious level she was glad
If it weren't for his empty
threats, his white lies, she would not love him as much as she
did at that moment.
So pure was her love that is was
blinding, brighter than the fire, it consumed her and all that
she was. It was a burning incense within her that needed to be
depleted. And only one man ignited that in her, and she'll be
damned if she let him walk out of her life, not by a long shot,
not now, not ever.
She reached the door to his crypt.
Reaching out her thin pale hand
she opened the creaky door revealing the steps that went into the
pit of despair.
She closed the door behind her to
shut out the sunlight, walking to the middle of the room she
found it empty. All his things were gone, but his scent was
She inhaled deeply and closed her
eyes. She felt his presence warm her and with her eyes closed she
smiled sadly. "I thought you were leaving?" she
whispered, she knew he could hear her.
"So did I."
"What stopped you?" she
asked still with her eyes closed.
Silence, but she felt him so
close, so close the hairs on her arms could touch him, sense him,
She felt his non-existent breath
on her face. "You."
"Me?" she whispered.
She felt him nod and opened her
eyes to look at her love.
He was dressed to leave, with a
black duffel back on his hand.
"Still leaving?" she
asked silently, taking in his luggage.
He looked at her for a long time,
until their eyes met. A short wasp of energy went through them.
It was desire, it was something so powerful she couldn't
It was like drowning and breathing
at the same time, it was like living and dying all at once, it
was like flying and falling in once single leap, it was hot and
cold in one beat.
His hand reached out and touched
her cheek lightly.
She closed her eyes and leaned
into him, savoring the coolness of his skin. That reassurance
that he was still un-dead but very much alive in every sense of
He clutch to her warm skin,
feeling the tingling sensation that her skin made him savor.
She was a burning fire, incarnated
into one human being. Touching her made him feel real, with just
a brush, a sweep, a caress.
She waited for his answer but it
never came so she looked at him once more.
"Would it make a difference
if I want you to stay?" She whispered, her eyes filling with
"I love you today, more than
I did yesterday and more than I will tomorrow." he whispered
so close to her face he thought he might drown in her essence.
"Being next to you will not change that."
"But it makes all the
difference." she replied still looking at him as tears
warmed her cheeks. He gently glided his thumb across her face to
sweep her tears away. The warm substance burnt him in more ways
than holy water ever could.
"Promise me somethin',
pet." he said bringing his forehead to met hers.
Her bottom lip trembled. She
couldn't nod, what if it was something she couldn't promise,
something she refused to accept. Something along the lines of
live on, love on, I'll always remember you.
"I want you to promise me
Her eyes shot up to met his and
she recognized the little sparkle his blue eyes made when he
pulled her leg.
The ends of his full lips slightly
turned into a smirk and she stared at him in disbelief.
Then it dawned on her. She was so
happy she was mad. So she punched him hard and square on his jaw.
"I hate you!!!" she
yelled at him.
He looked at her and smiled, he
knew exactly what this was about.
She tried to place her 'I am mad'
at you face but his knowing smiled evaporated her try. She
couldn't hide anything form him, he read right through her.
So she gave up the struggle and
grabbed the lapels of his coat, crushing her mouth to his.
He was stunned at first but them
promptly dropped his fake bag and lifted her up as their mouths
dueled with each other.
It was desperation, wanting
longing and pure unconditional love.
He pulled away and showered her
with kisses all across her face. She held on to the back of his
hair caressing the tender skin behind his ears and at the nape of
"I love you, oh god I love
you." She whispered through his raining kisses and her
He pulled back and looked at her.
"I thought you hated me?" he asked arching an eyebrow.
"I though you were
leaving." she replied.
He looked pensive for a moment
then smiled at her. "You're right, we're both rotten
And while Cinderella and
her prince did live happily ever after the point, gentlemen, is
that they lived
from Ever After
THE END-for all those who begged
for a different ending and I promised one, here it is I hope
everyone liked this ending better. :o)