Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Challenge/Prompt: nekid_spike 30in30 Day 13: In Your Arms, Mine, and Miss Me
Warning(s): Character Deaths
Word Count: 638
Date Written: 16 May 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Will you miss me," she whispers through bleeding lips that hurt Spike's heart just to look at, "when I'm gone?"
"Hush." He voices his commands with great strength, but his hands are gentle as they hold her, as they brush the lovely, blonde hair, sticky with blood, out of her face, as they ever so gingerly touch every inch of that beautiful but damaged face, trying to remember every, single detail. "Don't speak like that. You're the Slayer. You'll whip this."
"We all die . . . young . . . " she says, her voice fading.
"Not you -- " he starts to protest, shaking her lightly as he himself shakes. He won't let her go! Not this easily! Damn those Demons! Damn this bloody world! Damn them all to Hell! He won't let her go!
Her bleeding lips crack into one last smile. "At least . . . I get to go . . . in your arms."
"You're going to live in my arms! You're going to be mine! We're going to beat this, Buffy!"
"No. No, Spike, we're not." Every word, every breath, is a struggle. Her eyes close against the struggle but reopen when he cries her name. "Hush," she now tells him. "I need . . . to tell you . . . something."
"Anything, pet. Say anything you want. Then we'll find a way to save you."
"You already did," she confides in him with a weak smile. "And since then . . . For a long time now . . . I've been yours. I was just . . . scared to . . . admit it, but now . . . there's nothing left . . . to be afraid of . . . "
She's wrong, Spike knows, oh so wrong! She's right about one thing she's telling him, and that thought is the most terrifying thing of all. It chills his very soul, the soul he fought to get back for her, to think of it, to think of a world where her light no longer shines, where she's gone from him forever. He's done so much for her, because of her, to win her love, but now, he doesn't even want to think of surviving one day in this world without her.
Then he realizes what she's finally said, and his tears start pouring down his face like rain. "You're mine," he whispers, almost as though he dares not believe what she's telling him with her dying breath. She told him once before she loved him. When the world was dying around them, when he gave his life to save hers and the others, to save the world, she told him she loved him, and he thanked her for lying to him, but now . . . Now he senses the truth in her words just as he had sensed the lie on that fateful night. "You're mine!"
Her eyes catch his. He wants to scream as he sees the light going out of them. "Always," she whispers, and her lips freeze in an eternal smile.
Spike sits there for hours, just holding and crying over her. He sits there as the rays of the sun start to come up on a new day. He sits there as the rays get hotter, brighter, further reaching . . . He sits there, just holding her, touching her, caressing her dead body until the morning sun washes over him and he gets to leave this world too for one where he hopes, when he reopens his eyes, Buffy is still there for him to hold for without his Slayer, without the love of his life, nothing else has meaning for him in this world or any other for as much as she was finally his, he would always be hers alone.