I've been so eager to post this epilogue for you guys. I've had this ending in mind since about chapter 11. Hope you guys like it and aren't disappointed.


"I thought I might find you here," the forty-five-year-old woman said.

Spike looked over to see her. She was as lovely as the first time he had laid eyes upon her. He could remember that day as if it were yesterday. She was wet, red, and crying, but she had been beautiful. The years had not changed that one little bit.

Jade had sparkling green eyes that were so full of life. Her blond hair was flowing and soft, like her mother's. She was tall, supple, and completely enchanting. Her husband was a lucky man.

"Just wanted to wish her happy birthday, luv," Spike explained from his kneeling position. A dozen red roses were laid on the grass before him.

Jade got down to his level. She gave him a hug. "I know. But it is getting dark. I think you should come home now, dad."

He nodded. "Just a few more minutes."

Reluctantly she agreed. "All right. But only a few." She stood up and walked away.

Spike was left alone, the silence closing in around him. It was too quiet. He reached out and ran a hand down the tombstone before him.

Buffy Anne Summers

Though gone, she will live forever in our hearts

The date of birth and death had been left out. Buffy had lived longer than any normal mortal should.

The vampire felt wetness come to his eyes. He didn't fight it and let the tears streak down his face.

"Happy birthday, Buffy. I brought you some flowers. I got you the fullest, most alive dozen out of the bunch. You deserve only the best." He paused, drawing in an unneeded breath. "It's been twenty years. I miss you. But you probably already know that."

"Sometimes . . . Sometimes I think the powers cursed me. Christina called my immortality a gift. I don't see it. Some days I long to die so much. I've actually fiddled with a stake, contemplating doin the bloody deed. Then I think of Jade and I can't."

"She's beautiful, Buffy. She resembles you so much. I wish you were here to see her all grown up, luv."

Spike leaned forward and pressed his lips to the stone marker. "Love you, Buffy. Love you until eternity."

He got to his feet, making himself turn away. He glanced up at the night sky to see scattered stars twinkling back at him. He wondered if somebody up there was looking down on him. Maybe Buffy.

He walked through the cemetery, dodging graves. So many. The numbers of deaths had dropped tremendously in the last fifty years, but so many remained from before.

He reached into his pocket and drew out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and put it in his mouth.

Suddenly he halted. His keen vision spotted the silhouette of someone. As he came closer he identified it as a woman. She stood before a grave. She had long blond hair that cascaded down her back.

"Kinda late for visits," Spike told the woman.

"Sometimes I like the night," she answered. She glanced down at the tombstone. "I feel more connected with the dead in the dark. I think my mother can hear me during the night."

Her voice sent shivers down the vampire's spine. "Good you were born now, pet. Used to not be safe out here at night."

She laughed. "Don't tell me you believe there were once ghosts?"

"Nah, never fancied the notion of spooks. I was talkin about monsters."

She laughed again. "You think there were once big nasties roaming around?"

Spike almost choked on his cigarette. "Buffy?"

The woman turned. His eyes widened at the sight of her. There stood Buffy. Not the body of Angela, but Buffy. His Buffy, inside and out.

"Excuse me?" the woman asked.

Spike smiled. "What's your name, pet?"

"Anne," she informed.

"Mind if I call you Angel?" Spike asked.

Anne gave him a long look. Her green eyes sparkled in the moonlight and he swore he saw something awakening in their depths.

"I'd like that," she replied.

"Can I walk you home?"

She hesitated. She didn't know this man. He could be a psycho killer for all she knew. No, she did know. Somehow she could feel that he wasn't going to hurt her.

"I think I'd like that as well," she answered.

Spike took her arm and began to lead her out of the cemetery.

"So, where did the big bads go?" Anne questioned.

"Don't rightly know. Maybe they went to hell. Maybe they simply vanished into nothing."

"What made them leave?" she inquired with curiosity.

"That is a hell of a story. It starts with a girl. . ."

Anne looked over and their eyes met. Spike realized then that he wasn't cursed. Not at all. He had been given the most glorious gift the powers could have given him: Buffy's love for eternity.


*does a happy dance* I AM DONE! OMG!! Thanks everybody for reading. And thanks even more for the wonderful reviews. I am so happy that this is finally done and I hope you enjoyed it.