An obsession for the eye.: A gift from the gods.
by lieselot
A gift from the gods...

They are all sitting at the dinner table, chatting, as usual, when the door bel rings.

Willow stands up.
"I'll get it, it's probably her." she says and smiles.

Behind the door a woman with curly blond hair is standing, she looks nervous.

The door opens and the woman smiles as she sees Willow.
The woman gives her a hug.
"It's wonderful that you are here with us tonight."

Willow and the woman go to the living room, she looks around, Xander, Cordelia, Oz and Giles are sitting at the table. There are two empty chairs, a chair for Willow and a chair for...

"Hello Joyce." Giles stands up.
"How have you been ?"

"It's been hard, I miss her, but eum..." Joyce is silent and it effects the whole room.
The pain in Joyce' heart is horrible, it's as if now, they realize she is gone.

"I think this was a mistake, I'd better go... I'm so sorry Willow..."

Joyce fled out of the house, no one tried to stop her, after all, a first Christmas without your only child is the hardest thing there is.

"I am going after her, I don't want her running into Buffy, not yet, not now, not on Christmas eve."

Now Giles was gone too, one by one, they all go... like a curse...

***

"I love you... I will always love you, my baby. You were so precious to me, you still are... You had such an unusual life, you kept a lot of secrets from me. If only you would have told me what was going on, I could have saved you..."

"No, you couldn't have, mummy..."

Joyce stands up, turns around, her back is now facing the tomb stone of Buffy Anne Summers, and her face is now facing her former daughter.... Buffy..."

Joyce is terrified.
"Buffy ? Is it you ? Is it really you ? My sweet child ?"

"No...." she whispers... "I'm only an illusion... a gift from the gods, a gift to make you move on... move on... live your life again... for me..."

Joyce tries to grab the image of her daughter, but it fades.
She falls into the ground, she is sitting on her knees, crying.

"Joyce ? What are you doing here ?"

Giles sits down in front of Joyce and takes her into his arms, she can't stop crying.

"I saw her... I thought I saw her, I think I've been seeing her every night for the last three months now.. every since she died... I've been seeing her, she keeps telling me that I have to move on, that me seeing her is a gift from the gods... but the truth is that my gift is gone, she was my everything, my world, MY gift, and she's been taken away from me... So, tell me Giles, how am I supposed to move on ?"

Giles doesn't respond to that, he just holds her and keeps her in his arms, comforting her...

***

"Welcome back, my love..."

A mysterious dark figure says, it is Angelus, he kisses his lover, his Buffy.

"Did you do it ?
Did you frighten the little mom ?"

Buffy stands up.

"As always, I frightened her, as I do so every night.
And everytime she falls apart a little more."

"Oh, you truly are a gift from the gods, aren't you ?"
He says.

He grabs her and gives her a kiss full of fire.
Their faces turn into vampire faces, and they begin to move towards the bed...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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