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kirtibhoir-blog · 6 years

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Day 148 of Mission 365 Days of Writing. . . . . . #YourName #tattoos #bodyart #ShoutOut #gowiththeflow #poetrydoneright #momwrites #lovequotes #lovepoem #writersofinstagram #penguinindia #everydaywriting #notepadwriting #poetatwork #mondaypoetry #montag #positivevibes #poetsofinstagram #mission365daysofwriting #day147 #dailypractice #kirti

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katysnotepad-blog · 9 years

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BTVS - Afterlife Novelisation Part 02

so much dialogue ahhhh

Gathering in a tight cluster around Buffy, they began to bombard her with questions. Not a thing was left unasked.

"What do you remember?“ from Xander.

"Are you in pain?” from Willow.

"Do you know about what happened?“ from Tara.

Buffy cringed, backing away from the onslaught.

"Hey!” Dawn intervened, calling everyone’s attention to her. “Back off! Let her breathe!” She darted in between the questioning eyes and her sister, blocking their view and waving away their questions. She fixed her eyes upon Willow accusingly. “You did this. What did you do?”

“A spell. We did a spell,”

"Is she going to be okay?“

"I’m okay!” Buffy interrupted, and everyone’s heads swivelled round. “I was going to be fine. I remember - I was - you brought me back,”

"How long were you gone? I mean, how long for you?“ inquired Xander.

"It… it seemed like forever…”

As the information that they had all inwardly suspected became dredged into plain view, as true as they privately had expected, they all felt a little uncomfortable. It was common knowledge amongst them that time tends to flow differently in hell dimensions, and they had all publicly worried about the thought of Buffy spending a couple thousand years in a literal hell. Tara was the first to speak.

"Oh, Buffy, I’m so sorry…“ She murmured sympathetically.

"What are you saying?” Dawn burst out. “Are you saying she was somewhere? Like, in hell?”

"A hell-dimension. Same torture, less religion.“ She returned her attention to Buffy. "What was it like?”

"No! She shouldn’t have to talk about it!“ Dawn interrupted.

Buffy frowned "It was… I can’t - I couldn’t leave…” everybody watched her expectantly, patiently waiting for her to continue on her description of her likely horrific time in wherever she was.

"It’s okay, you really don’t have to do this Buff…“ Xander assured her gently, catching the helpless look she sends to him. "Hey, do you want anything? Pizza? I’ll get you pizza,”

"Mmm… Buffy likes pizza,“ Anya agreed.

"She doesn’t want pizza!” Willow protested.

Dawn joined in. “Guys! Back off!”

"Dawn’s right, lets just be quiet. Let Buffy tell us what she needs,“

The entire room descended into silence while everybody stared patiently at Buffy, who shifted uncomfortably. "I think…” she said slowly, “I want to sleep,” Tara nodded vigorously in agreement.

"That’s a good idea! You should sleep,“

"Yeah, long day. But Buffy… be happy, we got you out. We really did it!”

Willow waited, expecting a thank you of some sort for the horrors and troubles they themselves had had to go through in order to pull her back into their universe, back to them.

"Tired,“ was all she said.

"Well, yeah. The jet-lag from hell has gotta be, you know, the jet-lag from hell,” Anya piped up.

Buffy glanced around. “My room is still…?”

"Yes, yes, it’s your room,“ said Dawn.

A beat passed as Buffy looked around at them, her vision still almost entirely lifeless, and she promptly turned and slowly trudged up the stairs. The others shared a weighted look, heavy with feeling and apprehension of the long road to potential recovery that would soon follow.

"She’s fine!” Willow said with weak enthusiasm, “Normal! She used to go to bed all the time!”

No one laughed.

* * * * *

Outside, the night still persisted, black and empty. The occasional, fleeting star twinkled feebly amidst the inky darkness before being swallowed by wisps of dark, sluggish clouds. The moon hung coldly, swinging in a crescent, and suffusing the skeins of clouds with blue and white. Streetlamps glowed and the chaos remained, eerily quiet.

Slouched against tree, a mere few metres from the still bright porch, Spike sniffled, his face glistening with wet tears. Confusion and relief burned inside of him, and it had spilled out of him, rendering him a little bit of an emotional mess. The door to the house clicked open, spilling rectangles of amber light onto the lawn, and Xander and Anya padded out, Xander still pulling on his coat and deep in conversation.

"I think Willow’s wrong. I don’t think she’s especially normal at all,“

"She just got back. Give her time. I bet, in a week, she’ll be our little Buffster again,”

Anya’s voice was coloured by dry sarcasm. “Oh, yes, because six or seven days? That’s really all you need to get over eternal hell experiences,”

Xander didn’t respond, instead his attention was drawn to the figure leaning upon the tree. “Who’s that? Spike?”

Spike flinched and lifted his sleeve to his face, sniffing hastily and cleaning himself up as fast as he possibly could in fear of the approaching people. Xander’s face darkened with hostility. “What are you doing out here?” He demanded, “I hope you’re not going to start up your whole obsession thing now that she’s around-”

Spike felt a rush of uncontrollable anger as he grabbed Xander and violently pushed him up against a tree, leaning towards him threateningly, before wincing back a little as his chip picks up on his intentions. Simultaneous cries of ‘ow!’ are sounded.

"Hey!“ Anya complained.

Spike was breathing heavily, his face still glistening. "You didn’t tell me,” he yelled accusingly, “You brought her back and you didn’t tell me!” Xander sniffed, unafraid and brazen.

"Well, now you know,“

"I worked beside you… all summer! Hundred and forty seven bleedin’ days, I saved your sorry lives! All of you!” Spike spat.

"Um… thank you and please stop pressing against my boyfriend?“ Anya requested.

"We didn’t tell you. It was.. we just didn’t, okay? Maybe you should stop being a problem for a second and just be glad she’s back…”

"Listen!“ Spike interrupted, "I’ve figured it out. Maybe you haven’t, but I have. Willow knew there was a chance she’d come back wrong. So wrong you’d have to - that she’d have to get rid of what came back. And she knew I wouldn’t let her. If any part of it was Buffy, I wouldn’t let her. That’s why she shut me out,”

"What are you talking about? Willow wouldn’t do that!“

"That right?”

"Look, you’re just covering. You can’t tell me you’re not happy. Look me in the eyes, and tell me that seeing Buffy alive wasn’t the happiest damn second of your whole existence,“

Spike stepped back, letting Xander fall to the ground. He stood over him, and looked like he was going to say more but instead he just turned away, jogging towards the motorcycle he left parked a little clumsily at the curb.

"The thing about magic? There’s always consequences. Always,” He said bitterly, and swung onto his motorcycle. It growled into life, possibly reflecting the mood of it’s rider, and, his shadowy leather coat glistening softly under the intense streetlamps, he rode off into the gloomy darkness.

* * * * *

"Hey,“

Gently, Willow closed the door to her and Tara’s room, sealing them off into their own private little world. Tara was clad in a clean nightgown, and focusing on thoroughly brushing her hair, but she glanced up at Willow at her greeting.

"Did you get through to London?”

"Yeah, he’s going to head back as soon as he can. Probably… I’m not sure, maybe a couple days,“

"How’d he take it?”

"Um, I’m not sure. Glad, but … kinda weirded out, you know? Which I get. Lots of 'dear lords’. I think I actually heard him cleaning his glasses.“

Heaving a sigh, Willow slid into bed and pulled her covers up to her chest, looking slightly miserable.

"Are you worried?” Tara asks gently.

"Worried? Tara, it worked fine, It’s all good,“ Willow did not sound as sure as her words suggested.

"Hey, Will… this is me. It doesn’t have to be 'good’ and 'fine’. This is the room where you don’t have to be brave and I still love you. If you’re worried you can be worried,” She flicked off the lights, and they were plunged into a soft, cosy darkness.

"I’m not…“ Willow began uncertainly, ”…Unworried. What happened… that’s gotta be intense. That has to change you. When Angel came back? Buffy said he was wild. Like an animal,“

"Buffy isn’t like that…”

"Yeah,“

"But?”

Willow shut her eyes. “But… everything. I guess,” She lifted her arm clear of the constricting covers and gestured towards her head. “It’s just a little noisy in here right now…”

Tara smiled. “Yeah? Let me hear?”

Tara snuggled down and placed her ear next to Willow’s, pretending to listen comically. Willow smiled a little.

"I can’t hear it!“ Tara announced, pulling her head back. "Tell me about it.”

"Well…“ Willow frowned again. "There’s a little voice that’s so proud of what I did. And there's one that says it was a huge mistake, that she’ll never be right again. And then the first one, its a chatty one, says that people get over all kinds of things, and Buffy’s way stronger than people. And then the second voice is all like 'Oh yeah? Says who? and then the first voice get’s all defensive -’

"Wow. I have this voice that says you’re not gonna get much sleep tonight,” Tara teased good naturedly. She hugged Willow close. “Is that better?”

"Yeah… I think it makes it quieter in here,“ Willow said gratefully.

They lay still for a beat, lost in their own helplessly swirling thoughts.

"You know what I think? I think we were all assume-crash-positions,”

"What huh now?“

"I-It-It’s like we were all expecting it to screw up. And we got it right, and we weren’t prepared,”

"Yeah…“

A resounding sigh slipped out of both of them.

"Tara?”

"Yeah?“ said Tara, a hint of sleepiness colouring her voice.

"If it did go right? Wouldn’t she be… happier? Like wouldn’t she be so happy we brought her out?”

"I’m sure she is,“ Tara said unconvincingly.

"Yeah…” Willow said, unconvinced.

"You thought she’d say thanks? Be more grateful?“

"Am I a terrible person if I say yes?”

"Give her time, she’ll get there,“

"Right, no need to get in a big hurry…”

"Exactly…“

Willow fell silent for a moment.

"Willow, are you listening for her?”

"A little. She’s right next door. If something wasn’t okay… I need to know if something wasn’t okay,“

"I’m sure it’s okay,”

* * * * *

Buffy’s room was quiet, eerily silent. Not a single sound infiltrated the walls and windows - it had the air of somewhere abandoned, untouched for years, even. She sat uncertainly, perched upon the edge of her bed, watching as dust swirled hypnotically through shafts of fresh moonlight. She remained fully dressed, and the emptiness in her eyes persisted.

Her vacant eyes were drawn towards a framed photograph, residing upon a dresser, showing a cheery, colourful image of her, Willow and Xander, all smiling widely. Slowly and surely, she lifted the image from it’s home and carried it over to the wall opposite her bed, where a small collage of other, similar taped up photographs was, containing not just Willow and Xander but also many other of her friends - Anya, Giles, Tara…

She studied the framed photograph vigorously. How could that have been her? Why was she so happy? She couldn’t even remember why - the thoughts, the memories, slipping fleetingly in and out of her mind like fish.

A flicker of something caught her eye, a change, subtle, in the collage. She looked up, and her breath caught.

The faces melted. Melted into skulls, decaying skeletal faces, empty eyed and lifeless. Every single photograph. Every single photograph paled and died, the people in them rotting before her eyes.

She blinked, and it was gone, the illusion whispering away like a ghost.

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kirtibhoir-blog · 6 years

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Day 137 of Mission 365 Days of Writing. . . . . . #INeedYou #gowiththeflow #poetrydoneright #momwrites #lovequote #lovepoem #notepadwriting #poetatwork #thursdaypost #mittwoch #latepost #positivevibes #mission365daysofwriting #day137 #dailypractice #kirti

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kirtibhoir-blog · 6 years

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kirtibhoir-blog · 6 years

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kirtibhoir-blog · 6 years

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kirtibhoir-blog · 6 years

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kirtibhoir-blog · 6 years

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kirtibhoir-blog · 6 years

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kirtibhoir-blog · 6 years

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