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A/N: For...a super long time, I wrestled with how exactly I was going to end this. I mean, I did what I initially accomplished—to fix Spike and Buffy's relationship from the horrible shit pile that canon turned it into. But then, these questions arose: Do I revisit the conclusion of season six? Does Spike get his soul, etcetera, etcetera...

And I've decided...

"Storyteller"

Greetings, gentle readers.

It is I, Andrew. Feeling bored at the moment, but until my trusty video camera is fixed (because Buffy, um accidentally knocked it out of my hands, coincidentally breaking it), I shall be writing to you about the Tale of the Slayer of the Vampyres.

Yes. If you had been watching where my tape left off, then you are already aware of how I turned to the noble side of good at the presence of the Dark Knight. No, my friends, I am not referring to the Dark Knight that is the fictitious Batman, but the vampire, the Slayer of Slayers that is Spike. I was just utterly blown away by his coolness. It was on the night that Warren had his mystical balls, and was in a fight against the Slayer. Warren was winning, that is until Spike, with his mighty boot came crashing down upon him, knocking him to the cold, unforgiving ground.

Don't you dare lay a soddin' hand on my girl, you gormless tit.

Can you say "sigh?" It was in that moment that I knew I was definitely on the wrong team. I was so glad when Jonathan realized it too, and now we help Buffy.

Sort of.

Okay, more like house prisoners, but we do get to help out and stuff.

Anyway, it's been a couple of weeks since that incident, and Warren, well...A lot has happened—so much that I don't wish to rehash it again, since I already did on film, more or less. Lots of death, and angst, and near world endage. But, my friends, this part of the story that is one about love, and romance.

Though they went through many trials and tribulations, Buffy and Spike are still together.

But I'm sure you knew that, right? I mean, you have been following along...You must have.

So, where we last left off in this tale of love, there was the big confrontation with the heart of the Scoobies, Xander, and Spike and Buffy. Buffy, standing by her man, um, pire, and declaring her love for him.
Doesn't that just give you the tinglies?

It almost all fell apart, though. Not the part where there relationship was kind of a secret, or even Buffy’s best friends witnessing their um…consummation of love on the Magic Box table. I am referring to something much darker, my friends.

Warren sought revenge against Buffy, for ruining his evil plans. He tried to take the Slayer out through non-mystical means, attempting to shoot her in cold blood, but ended up killing Willow's girlfriend on accident. Willow, in turn, went on a dark magic rampage, and filleted and fried Warren, then came after me and Jonathan. I didn’t get that part, cause we didn’t do it.
Anyway, she nearly killed Spike, Dawn, and Mr. Giles in her quest for death. Spike, valiantly trying to protect Buffy, ended up so badly burned...I didn't know if Buffy was going to be strong enough to stop her best friend, worrying about the welfare of her lover. Spike was on the brink of death, after all.

But the side of good prevailed once again.

Willow's in rehab with Mr. Giles in England, Spike's on the mend, and he and Buffy's relationship is stronger than ever.

I don't know what the future holds for us all, but I do know that it will be an interesting tale as the saga continues.

The End



A/N: So…I won’t be taking on season seven. I only had one agenda with this fiction (and in spite of the extreme betaing it needs—I wish I had time to clean it up and make it better before it’s end, which was long overdue, I know. Sorry), and that was to “fix” season sex and violence, I mean uh, season six, to my liking. My agenda had been to finish this quite some time ago, but I just wasn’t sure on the ending. I had been, however, pondering an Andrew ending for quite some time now, and only just got around to cleaning up what I’ve written several months ago.

And it’s still short as hell, somehow.

If this is your first time reading this, or if you’re rereading it cause you saw it was updated, I sincerely hope you enjoyed.

Here’s some lyrics, cause I have to have a minimum of a thousand words, to a song that I find utterly Spuffy.

“Kissed by a Rose” by Seal

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remains a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a grown addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is it healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah.
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,

...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grave.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grave
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.





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