Reactions and Admissions
by DawnBTVS
Chapter 18
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Buffy had been tense since we woke up together this morning. I knew why she was tense though. I tried to comfort her throughout the day, but finally decided to give her space. I'm seated at home, Joyce's home, now. Actually, I'm seated on the couch, inside Joyce's home. I still can't call it my home yet. It'll take a while for that to happen. Joyce is sitting next to me. I told her what's going to happen tonight. She's not pleased, but understands given what Angel has done. I sighed, as I continued to glance out the window. Buffy left an hour ago, and hadn't come back. Joyce squeezed my hand.
"She'll be here soon Willow," Joyce said, as I nodded my head. Worry has enveloped me though. I can't get past the nightmare. My other nightmares have been dissipating as of late, but the thought of Buffy being turned makes me sick to my soul. If she was changed, I couldn't kill her. I don't have it in me, no matter what Buffy would desire. I would continue to see her as my Buffy, even as a vampire. I heard the door open, leapt to my feet, and dashed.
"Oh God," I whispered. Buffy was a wreck. She was breathing, which was good, but she was a wreck. She was missing her leather jacket, and her white top had been torn in half, revealing her stomach. I would've found it quite sexy, if I weren't so wrapped up in concern for her health. She tried to smile, but managed just to wince. Joyce was behind me, and let out a gasp. Buffy had a hole in her stomach. I shuddered to think what had happened. I led her into the living room. Joyce had already run to retrieve the first aid kit. I sat down on the couch, and carefully stripped Buffy. She was hurt so bad. She wouldn't admit it though.
"He's dead," she whispered, tried to smile but couldn't pull it off. I smiled, and refocused my attention on her wounds. She was now just standing in her bra and panties, but I didn't care. She had a few lacerations on her legs, and bruises on her arms. Joyce sat next to me, as we tended to the Slayer. I heard Buffy hiss several times, but ignored them. After a good two hours, I set down the first aid kit. I stood up. I wanted to hug her. Tell her how glad I was that she was alive. Tell her that she was my everything. I hugged her, tightly. She let out another hiss of pain, but I kept my hold on her. I was moving on. My parents would always be in me. Now, Buffy needed me. I kissed her, passion fueling me. She kissed back. I broke the kiss, and just grinned at my lover. I belonged to her now.
I sat down again. Joyce had grabbed a bathrobe, sometime when I wasn't looking. Probably when I was kissing her daughter. I blushed, and lowered my head. Joyce handed Buffy the bathrobe, which she put on slowly. I stood up, and helped ease it on. Buffy rested her head on my shoulder, as we sat down. I wanted to know what happened. Instead, I just let Buffy relax. She needed me then. We could talk later.
~~~BTVS~~~
It had been a week since Buffy's fight with Angel. I flash back to what Buffy told us. I remember we were seated on the living room floor.
"...I hit him with a flurry of punches, then sent him down to the ground with a roundhouse kick. I pulled the stake out of my pocket, and went for the death blow. Angel caught my wrist, grabbed my stake, and stuck it in my stomach. That explains the hole that Willow and my mother saw. Angel was straddling me then. I had nowhere to go, and the stake was too far away to reach. I felt something in my pants pocket though. I fished the object out with my fingertips, and rolled it onto my chest. I lifted it up, and just held it there. Angel bent down to bite me, and his chest pressed down on my number 2 pencil. He went poof, in a cloud of dust," Buffy finished. I hugged her tightly then.
I had moved all of my belongings out of my old home a few days after. I finally felt relaxed. Buffy had told us about the fight yesterday. Most of her wounds had healed, thankfully. She still hurt when she bent down, but she no longer hissed. The story was tough, on everybody of course. Everybody else was in shock at what had gone down. I was proud. Don't get me wrong, I was shocked at hearing about her suffering, but I was proud at the way she fought. She never gave up, no matter how bleak things looked. She was my Slayer. She would fight to the death for me, and that made me prouder than anything else in the world. How many people can say that? I could go over what happened, but that's the past. I'm no longer left behind anymore. I've finally caught up with everybody, and I couldn't be happier.
FIN