Walking Death
By Tradgik
She watched him from the windows. He was in his bedroom, creating a braided halo of rope. He hung it from the chain of the light on his ceiling. Standing on a chair, he tied it tightly. Then he held it steady as he brought it over his head. He closed his eyes.
He didn�t want to see anything anymore. He had seen too much; as they held his bleeding arms and made him watch as they tore her body. She had screamed while they ripped long slashes of blood down her chest and arms. They cut her pretty face. Then they harshly bit her arms and legs, finally her neck, draining her. They dragged her quickly out of the cemetery and into the night. Then they had beaten him and left him half naked in the graveyard, unconscious. He almost didn�t wake up from the injuries and the shock, but he had heard the distraught cries of friend.
�Xander! For God�s sake, wake up!�
And woke up, he did. Screaming.
�WILLOW! Let her go, you bastards! I�ll kill you all!� He clawed blindly at Buffy, hitting her. She turned and tried to shake him.
�Xander! It�s okay. You�re safe.�
He jumped up, almost throwing Buffy to the side again. �Let her go! Fuck you ALL!� Xander screamed incoherently. Giles ran up to the teenager. Buffy slugged Xander across the jaw, gently. He fell, but was up again. He held his head and fell down.
�Xander, it�s me, Buffy. And Giles,� the Slayer said desperately. Xander curled up on the ground.
�Buffy...?� He whispered. Then he burst into tears.
�What in God�s name happened?� Giles asked with genuine concern.
�They came. They came and killed Willow...�
So he shut his eyes, and felt the rope around his neck. And she broke the window. But she couldn�t come in. And drops of blood fell from her yellow eyes.
He opened his eyes for a moment, hearing the sound of glass breaking.
He saw a dark shadow at his window. Normally, he should have been filled with a breathless fear, but instead, he felt a sickly comfort as the demons of the night came to him. He prepared to kick his chair away.
�Stop!� The voice half-commanded, half-pleaded. A voice he chose not to recognise.
�Yes. Here it stops.� He replied flatly. �Pain. Stops here.�
�I can- I can help you,� she said.
�I need no help. All I need is an end. And here it is.�
�That is no end. I am walking Death. Let me help you die. Let me in,� she offered.
�Death. You are welcome,� he invited. And she pounced into the room like a midnight jaguar. The strode into the room and sliced the noose from the ceiling. Blood fell to the floor, leaving red circles on the carpet.
�No!� He cried out in anger. �Let me die!� He tried to push her away, but she grabbed his hand. He pulled her into the slats of moonlight in his bedroom, and his saw.
The bright red hair of his best friend. Her green eyes were now yellow, and rivers of red coursed down her pale cheek. And something else marred her perfect face. A long scar, matching the knife which slashed her pretty face. Her tight leather clad body was cold against his.
�Will?� He didn�t even notice her demonic face. She smiled through her tears. �Willow...� And he cried in joy and insanity. His fell to his knees, but he hugged her legs and sobbed.
�Xander, do you want to join me?� Her wine red lips curved. She pulled him up. Her yellow eyes gazed into his.
�I want to be with you forever.� He swore. And she kissed his neck. And he was.
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