Ending
By Adam
"It's no use. He's gone." Willow spoke in defeat.
Alexander Harris, an intricate, and original
member of the Scooby gang, and lover to William the
Bloody, had died.
He'd been fighting the disease that had infected him,
for a month.
One month of unbelievable and excruciating pain.
*****
Spike thought back to a few weeks ago.
He'd tried. Xander, his pet, had tried so hard.
Struggled so much to survive for him, to stay
with him, but in the end it was no use.
The Ancient Magic-typed disease, which had
infected Xander just under a month ago, was something
that had been created before the first humans had
walked the Earth. Created when the first Full-Demons
roamed the planet.
Bloody-demons Spike had joked when they first
discovered Xander had a Demon-Cold To
which, Xander had retorted 'Take a look in the mirror,
Fang-Boy' Which was met, only with a jokingly annoyed
look from his partner.
I think you should drop the comma after met.
A few blood-tears rolled down Spike's face,
which he quickly wiped away. Memories of his mate in
screaming agony, blood pouring from Xanders mouth and
other horrific ailments had afflicted his sweet
Xander,
and he hadn't been able to do a damn thing to help
him.
Spike no longer bothered to wipe away the tears,
which fell down his face as he sat by Xander's grave.
Willow and Giles, and even Anya had worked night
an day. Struggling to find a cure after days wasted
thinking it was only a simple cold.
They'd even tried his 'poof' of a sire to see if he
could help. He couldn't. No bloody surprise
there. Spike thought.
No bloody surprise there, Spike thought.
Despite the fact his strong, brave pet had fought
his hardest to stay with his lover, he'd eventually
given up shortly after the third week. The pain was
just too great for him to bare.
Xander had lost over two stone in those three
weeks, his once thick, lush dark-brown hair had
thinned, and his sweet chocolate eyes are turned into
a dull, lifeless brown, blending with his dull,
lifeless complexion.
Spike couldn't do it. Over 100 years of being a
cold-blooded killer and he couldn't do it.
Xander had asked him, begged him, pleaded with him to
tell Giles and Willow it was time to let him go, but
Spike couldn't. He just couldn't let go the only
bright point in his entire existence.
Couldn't let go of the only bright ...
He couldn't lose Xander. He was his other half
his mate. Without Xander he was no longer whole.
"Noooooooooooo!" Spike had roared just three
days ago when Xander's eyes had closed for the final
time. Taken their last glance at the world, at his
lover.
Spike wouldn't have changed him, even if he
were able. He had fallen in love with this Xander. The
Xander who made fun of his ridges when he was annoyed
and his Vamp-face had come out. Teased him about his
accent when it was strongest, as soon as he woke up.
He was at Xanders side. Felt the dying pulse,
the slowing breath that Xander struggled to take.
Spike had, had his share of pain throughout his
unlife. From physical too psychological. None
had come close to this.
Although not remembering much of what had
happened next, Willow had told him about it
afterwards.
"You'd 'ave bloody laughed your arse off, pet " Spike
said, facing Xander's grave, imagining that
Xander was there, sitting with him, joking like they
had done so many times before.
(By Xander's side moments after death)
"Come on Xander!" Spike began to speak as If
Xander's death had not occurred, Xander's skin, which
had been pale for a month was already cooling down
further, showing the first stages of death.
"Spike." For the first time in over a year
Angel, his sire spoke to Spike.
Xander was not just another human-death to Angel.
Not another case. He was someone who knew him, had
accepted him to an extent. Someone who had
defended Buffy when he was a killer, and someone who
had loved and cherished his favorite Childe. Which
Angel respected most of all.
Riley, Buffy and Anya had all entered as Spike
screamed out. They remained stood, just within the
mansion doors, giving Spike and Angel as much privacy
as they could without leaving, and also struggled to
hold there own emotions they were feeling for the
death of there friend in effect.
"Come on pet, wake up ya' lazy git." Spike gently
shook Xander. He'd always had to this. Right from when
they had began sleeping together. His Xander certainly
was not a morning person.
"Spike," Angel rubbed Spike's shoulders gently,
ignoring the angry snarl that is evoked.
"Why isn't he waking up?" Spike turned, and looked up
at his Sire, seeking answers. His, blue-gold eyes big
and round like a puppy. His eyebrows furrowed in
confusion.
Angel's stomach lurched. He doesn't even know he's
dead.
"Spike," He began again, "Xander won't be waking up."
Spike turned back towards Xanders continuing-to-decay
corpse. His fingers running gently through Xander's
now-thin hair like he'd always done.
Don't be silly, Angelus." Spike said, speaking like a
fledgling child. He's just asleep. My Xanpet always
like's to stay asleep as long as he can.
"Spike!" Angel tried once more. "He won't be waking
up.
He's gone Spike. Look at him. Touch him. He's cold!
I-I'm sorry, Spike, but you've lost him."
Blood-Tears began to drop from Spike's eyes. He looked
back at his lover, stroked his cheek. Then bent down
and kissed Xander's cold, dry lips. It would be the
last time.
Those brown eyes, which could show so much pain, yet
so much love, were now closed. Never to open again.
The Xander who had taken him in when no one else
would. The Xander who had shown him love, and
kindness, friendship and joy.
*My Xander* Spike thought with a small-smile. Who
would snuggle down with him at night, and be still
there, cuddled up with him in the morning, was now
gone forever.
Tears flowed from Spike's eyes on to Xanders decaying
body, as he ran a cool finger along Xanders jaw, down
his smooth neck before pulling back.
His sire was there for him. Held him as Spike wept
over the loss of his lover. Spike hated been alone,
and Angel was going to make sure that would never
happen. Xander had filled that job with merit over the
past few years, and now it was Angel's turn
*Thank you, Xander.*
Angel thought, a feeling of pride rushing through him.
*For all you did. You thought you were useless. No
magic no fighting skills, no special knowledge no
nothing. But that's what made you special. You
continued the fight with only your will, your inner
strength.*
*You loved my child, Xander. You loved him and he
loved you.*
Now, three days later Spike was sat by Xander's grave
stone. Which had on it simply:
To a life which will never be forgotten.
You leave more loved one's than you may have thought,
Rest, my love.
Always,
S.
I'll never forget you, luv." Spike admitted out loud.
Standing, Spike leaned over and kissed the head of
Xander's grave stone, murmuring a few simple words.
"
Luv always, Nummy"
**********
The End
