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Epilogue


5 Years Later


“We really need to go see Dawnie soon,” Buffy said as she and Spike walked
through one of the cemeteries in downtown Los Angeles, hand in hand.

“I know, luv. We’ll go back to Sunnyhell soon.”

Buffy and Spike were now living in the Hyperion with Cordelia and a newly
human Angel. After averting, yet another, apocalypse two years before,
Angel had finally been rewarded with the Shanshu prophecy. He and Cordelia
were still helping to fight the good fight, but Buffy and Spike tried to
patrol every night, wanting to give the two of them a break from fighting so
often.

Connor had graduated from Yale and was a successful lawyer. Working at Wolfram and Hart and trying to turn the place around from the inside.

Xander and Anya made it a point to visit once a year, and Giles tried to come
back for Christmas each year. Willow and Tara had moved to San Francisco,
and all made an effort to get together at least once a month.

Coming to a stop, Spike turned and lifted Buffy up onto a tombstone before
slipping between her legs, resting his hands on her thighs he leaned
forward, capturing her lips in a tender kiss as her hands came up to wrap
around his neck. Pulling away after a moment, Spike looked deeply into her
eyes. The green looked almost charcoal in the moonlight, and he found
himself mesmerized with the color.

Buffy still looked the way she had five years ago. Her hair was longer, and
she had lost a little weight as a result of so many nights patrolling and
‘working out’ with Spike, but she was still the Buffy he had fallen in love
with.

Now, as he ran his fingers through her long hair, Spike took a deep breath
as he looked at her. “I still can’t believe you want to be with me,” he
murmured, watching as the strands fell from his fingertips to land on her
shoulders.

“Of course I want to be with you, silly,” she said with a smile as Spike
looked at her thoughtfully. “Spike, you looked after my sister after I
died. You’ve been there for me every step of the way, and you were willing
to die to save me. That, in my book, makes you one of a kind.”

Spike smiled as he tilted his head to study her. “I don’t think I’m the
‘one of a kind’ person in this relationship, luv.”

“That’s a matter of opinion,” Buffy said, grabbing the collar of his duster
to pull him toward her again.

“Is that right?” Spike asked softly, a smile spreading on his face as he
gently teased her, brushing his lips against hers but never giving her full
contact.

“Yes,” Buffy replied with her own smile. “That’s right.”

Buffy jerked Spike forward, capturing his lips with hers as his arms wrapped
around her body, practically melting together as they completed each other.



THE END



A/N Well, another one down. I don’t know if I’ll have a sequel to this one. I’m very proud of how the storyline progressed, but it caused me a lot of writer’s block and headaches and I honestly don’t have any ideas for a sequel. I will have another vampire fic, set in early season 2, posted soon. Keep an eye on that and thank you to everyone who supported this story!





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