Reactions and Admissions
by DawnBTVS
Chapter 11
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I was seated on Buffy's bed, hands clasped together, wondering exactly what my future entailed. I no longer had a home, or parents. I doubt any living relatives, if I even had any, would welcome me in. I lifted my head at the sound of knocking. Buffy opened the door slightly, and peeked her head in.
"Hey Will," she said, softly. I tried to smile for her sake, but couldn't manage. She stepped in and closed the door. She stood there, hands clasped together, not sure what to say. I didn't want her to be nervous around me.
"Can you sit with me?" I asked, the need for physical comfort too great to ignore. I desperately wanted to feel her. I wasn't ready for sex, but I couldn't be this way tonight. Buffy nodded her head, quickly approached the bed, and sat next to me. I rested my head on her shoulder. I snuggled against her, as she played with my hair. I lifted my head, and stared at her.
"How'd the talk go?" I asked. I wanted to get my mind off what I...we had been through. Buffy sighed, and continued to play with my hair, but she leaned her head against the headboard.
"Mom was silent through most of the talk. I think she was still reeling over my being dead. I wasn't sure what to tell her about your parents. I told her that they had gone away," Buffy said. She winced, and I could tell she wasn't sure if she had offended me or not. I gave her a weak smile.
"I'll tell her tomorrow. If it's not too much trouble, could we bury my parents somewhere? It's just that I don't want to have them...rotting in the street somewhere," I whispered. My voice sounded hollow to my ears.
"Sure. We should inform the gang of what happened; keep them aware of what's going on. I'm sorry Willow. I'm sorry that I couldn't kill him earlier," Buffy said. I shook my head, and gave her a stern look.
"It's not your fault, Buffy. We knew he was a vampire, and yet we ignored that. Xander was, amazingly, the smartest of us all. He never forgot what Angel was," I said, as I tried to ease Buffy's guilt. I was too exhausted to stay angry. Buffy lowered her head, and kissed me on the forehead. "What are you going to do?" I asked. I knew what she would do, but I wanted to hear it come from her.
"I'm going to kill him. He's a monster. He deserves to be tortured, however, killing him quickly gets him out of our lives quicker," Buffy said, as she traced a finger over my collarbone. I shivered at the soft feeling of her fingertip brushing against my skin.
"So long as he dies," I murmured, as sleep started to overcome me. Buffy gave me a sad smile.
"He will," she stated, and kissed me on the forehead again. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep to the beating of Buffy's heart.