CHP; 9 Her Last Tale
1 year earlier: Fred lay in her apartment, Wesley was sitting on her bed, holding her in his arms. And her arms around his neck. She was sickly, this was the day she’d died.
“Will you kiss me?” she questioned with her small voice.
Wesley kissed Fred on the lips tenderly and passionately.
“Would you have loved me?” she questioned.
“I've loved you since I've known you. No, that's not—I think maybe even before,” he stated in his warm voice.
Fred leaned her forehead against his, she said like she’d done something wrong, “I'm so sorry.
Wesley replied trying to give her the most utter comfort, he didn’t want sadness when he held her, he didn’t want to have any sadness when he thought of her, he spoke, “No, no, no.”
Fred choked on her crying coughs, “I need you to talk to my parents. They have to know I wasn’t scared, that it was quick. That I wasn’t scared,” Fred began to convulse, “Oh God.”
Wesley grabbed her, he looked her in the eyes, he felt her on the edge of a life time going to drop and cold shudder, he wanted her so bad, to stay, not to die, to hold her poor cold hands like holding her heart into this world, “You have to fight. You don't have to talk, just concentrate on fighting. Just hold on.”
Fred quivered, her poor little body, seemed so bridal to him, like he couldn’t hold on to hard or he’d brake her, but he could hold on so hard, like he’d keep her.
Fred held onto Wes’ shoulders, she looked into his eyes, “I’m not scared. I’m not scared. I’m not scared,” she repeated, her grip lessening, her little touch becoming ever so soft, she could no longer hold herself up, “Please, Wesley, why can’t I stay?”
Wesley looked deeply at her limp body in his arms, “Please…” A force drifting away that couldn’t be touched, slipping from him no matter how tight he held Fred, he hugged her, “Please…”
As Wes hugged Fred's limp body to his, Fred's eyes changed into a crystal blue. He didn’t notice even her soul leave, he noticed by knew, but he didn’t feel the other one taking over, making Fred’s shell twitch.
Fred’s body kicked away from Wesley so hard that it sent him across the room. She fell to the floor. She convulsed there. Wesley saw.
Wesley watched in horror from across the room. Finally the thing inside the shell no long being Fred stood. Her hair, eyes, and the edges of her face, blue. Quite possessed.
Illyria, she looked down at her hands, “This will do.”
Wesley and Illyaria lay on the floor under their clothes. Day came through the windows on their skin. The Fred look a like took to her original skin her bluish leather suite going on like water.
She sat up, Wesley’s eyes opened, Illyria stood up and looked at him, “You’re kind is most satisfying.”
Wesley started putting his clothes on, “When you’re done, leave.”
“You feel anger, why is it that?” she stated, “Does passion cause your kind anger?”
“Get Out,” demanded Wesley, slightly keeping his cool.
“I’m not the shell you thought I was?” she stated.
Emma sat in the Lobby on the bar listening to Heavy Metal music through a set of head phones hooked to a CD player. She paused it listening to everything that she could hear, “Something wrong in Happyville.”
Wesley was standing up in his room now, putting his shirt on.
“I’m a high superior being and you take what you want from me, that is most dearly punishable,” she stated.
“Get out of my office,” said Wesley coming towards her without buttoning up his shirt.
“I don’t take orders from you,” stated Illyria.
“I don’t want to here anything about what happened last night, just get the hell out of my room,” he growled at her getting really threatening as he walked towards her.
“I do as I like, that’s how it is,” said Illyria.
Wesley then looked down at her, his shadow leaning over her frame, “Get out of my room, or I’ll kill you, send you back where you came from maybe.”
“Just like your kind not know the stronger,” hissed Illyria.
There was a knock at the door and Gunn walked in.
“Black Fella what do you have that makes you trespass?” she questioned.
“I’ve got news for Wesley,” said Gunn.
Wesley asked Concerned, “What is it?”
“Woman just called in about being haunts in her garden, worrisome, they’ve been so called hurting her children, they’re big, bad, and evil.”
“I’ll be with you in a moment, just, take this one with you,” said Wesley.
“I guess,” said Gunn.
“The vampire can’t walk in the day, neither of them,” stated Illyria.
“I guess we’ll just be taking the super ones,” said Gunn.
Gunn drove his truck with Wesley, Emma and Conner to the woman’s house. Emma and Conner road in the back looking at each others’ every single move.
Wesley and Gunn were talking inside the cab.
“You think it was best we put those two in the back with each other?” questioned Wesley.
Gunn looked at them in the review mirror, “Well I sure as hell hope so, I don’t want them smashing up my wheels.”
“They have to be by far about as bad as Angel and Spike,” stated Wesley.
“Father like son, Father like daughter sort of deal.”
“That’s why the weapons are up front,” said Wesley.
Emma and Conner watched each other, the air flying through their hair. The didn’t even take the time to blink, hardly.
Emma spoke, “I thought you had prep school.”
“No, it’s Sunday, and it’s called college,” he replied.
“So why the bloody hell are you here?” questioned Emma.
“ Angel and peroxide can’t go outside in the day,” said Conner.
“Don’t talk about my father that way or you’ll have what happened to the last guy who did, happen you,” she warned.
“What happened?” asked Conner.
“You ever turned a man’s skin inside out?” questioned Emma, “Kept them alive,” she cocked her head in a provoking manner, “That’s not all I did.”
They went quiet and kept watching each other again. The vehicle slowed down to a stop. When they were still moving Emma jumped out. They stopped and Conner followed.
They had parked in a suburban area. In front of a nice venial sided house. Pretty garden up front.
“Who’d think this place would be possessed,” replied Gunn closing his door bringing a bag with him.
“Am I gonna get paid for this?” questioned Emma as they walked up the side walk.
“Don’t go asking for money if you don’t know the currency,” stated Conner as they grew closer to the door.
“Wanna know where I’d put a quarter right about now?” questioned Emma, Gunn knocked on the door.
Wesley spoke in small words, a quick, “Shhh…”
A woman opened the door, “Angel Investigations?”
“Yes,” said Wesley, he introduced them, “This is I’m Wesley, this is Gunn, Conner and Emma, we hope we can help with your prob-” Wesley was interrupted.
“Just come in and fix the problem,” she stated.
“Take us to where, uh, the accidents mostly happen,” said Gunn.
“Okay then,” she said letting them come into the house closing the door behind them.
The woman’s house was nicely furnish. Her family had to be successful to have such a nice little home. It’s light blue theme, the carpets plush. No stairs in the house, just halls, doors, leading to rooms.
“This way is where it happened most often,” said The woman leading them to the back room.
A nursery, “My children have gone to my mother’s so you’re free to do your job,” said The woman.
“Is this the only place?” questioned Wesley.
“No, Kitchen, we try not to go in there, knives and stuff, being thrown, anywhere in the house,” said The woman.
“When did it start?” asked Gunn looking at the little boyish emblems on the walls.
“About a couple of weeks ago, maybe a month,” said the woman.
“When is it most active?” questioned Emma.
“Night time,” stated the woman, “Mostly never in the day time.”
“Well, we’ll look around for clues to them, anything that can lead us to the cause,” stated Wesley.
“Do whatever you want to this house as long as those stupid things leave, I’ll be gone, going to my mother’s too,” she pulled something out her pocket, “I trust you,” she handed Wesley her house key and walked out of the room.
Emma looked around, “I wonder if she has anything in the frig.”
They looked at her.
Night fell silently. They watched the house. Emma stood in the kitchen looking at the frig. Little pictures of the family. Emma looked at The picture of a mother and daughter, the woman and girl no older then Emma.
Wesley was shaking some feathers with a twig around the room. He noticed Emma looking at the pictures. He put it down and came towards her.
Emma looked at the happy two, Wesley spoke to her, no one else in the room, “I see you notice there life.”
“Of course,” she said, “These goody-goodies, always with the fun, nice perfect little families.”
Wesley sighed, “Life is full of obstacles.”
“Yeah, but you wonder when it’ll stop,” stated Emma looking away from the picture.
“That’s something every teenager wonders,” said Wesley, “No matter how good they’ve had it, it seems as though it’s all bad.”
Emma turned and looked at him, “Any sort of bogey ghost playing around here or not?”
“All over, maybe more then one,” said Wesley.
“Or maybe more just one really freaking big one,” stated Emma.
“Yes,” sighed Wesley, “Strong, I have to say.”
“And night’s not started the party yet,” sighed Emma.
Gunn came into the kitchen followed by Conner. Gunn was carrying weapons.
He handed Emma sword, “Don’t use it on each other,” Conner already had one, Gunn told Wesley, “It’s just incase.”
“I’ll try my best not to,” stated Conner looking at Emma.
Angel and Spike came in through the side door of the house, Spike replied slamming the door behind him, “Angel may have gotten back to his old grumpy self, but he doesn’t want to take that bleeding car back.”
“It’s my choice,” stated Angel.
“We do have some poltergeists here,” stated Wesley.
“See, poltergeists matter, not cars,” said Angel.
“Yeah, when the car cost more then your life time, and I don’t mean in years,” replied Spike.
One of the Cabinets squeaked open slowly. They looked at it. Conner closed it.
“Back to what I was saying,” said Spike.
Then, suddenly all of the cabinets opened abruptly. The plates started falling out of the cabinets. Slowly the plates, glasses, ran out like a waterfall. The things shattered on the tile floor.
“Okay,” said Gunn.
The little shards of plate started shaking on the ground. The windows made a shattering sound.
“Close your eyes,” said Emma.
As soon as she said it the windows broke hitting them. The shards of glass, porcelain flew up and started hitting them. The drawers of the cabinets on the bottom started shaking and then they fell out on the floor.
“RUN!!!” demanded Angel as the lights immediately shattered in the entire house.
They took off for the door things hitting them. A knife flew by Spike’s face cutting his cheek and stabbing Emma in the neck. Things were flying everywhere.
They made it into the Living room when A knife hit the kitchen door, then a bunch suddenly.
“Emma?’ gasped Spike as he saw Emma pull the knife out.
“Why is it I’m the one always getting hurt?” questioned Emma throwing down the knife.
“Okay so we’ve got an idea that, there’s something,” said Gunn.
The kitchen door began to shake. They backed away from it.
“For god’s sake, I know you’re bloody there Illyria,” said Emma as her wound healed.
They all watched the door, “You found me how is that?”
“I’ve got good hearing,” stated Emma.
“I do too,” stated Conner.
“I hear so much if wanted I can black mail you all,” said Emma.
“So this big bad, how do we kill it?” questioned Spike.
“Well there’s many types of poltergeist,” stated Wesley.
“So we should leave come back after a while then kill it?” questioned Conner.
The stereo flipped on. The music started flipping wildly.
“I don’t like this area,” said Illyria.
The music flipped on to a heavy metal station then flew off the shelf flying across the room. The gang ducked out of the way and the stereo hit a wall. Then the walls started shaking the couch flipped up and hit the wall.
Gunn had ducked out of the way. A vase flew at Emma and she flipped forward. The windows started shaking. Then the glass flew out and hit them. The coffee table in front of where the couch was separated into many pieces flying at them. Angel and Spike ducked.
“We should leave,” stated Illyria aggressively.
The front door opened quickly and flew at Emma. She flinched putting her hands in front of her face and the door smashed on her. The shards flying around. Cutting their faces. Emma backed away.
“Down the hall,” replied Angel.
Angel lead his gang followed by Illyria down the hall.
“Wait,” said Emma.
They stopped looking at her, except for Illyria. Emma’s eyes opened wide, as Illyaria swiped at her. Emma ducked and backed away.
“What the, bloody hell?!” she growled.
“Blue?” questioned Spike.
“Flowers die, so will you,” stated Illyria.
“I didn’t do anything,” stated Emma.
Emma ducked again. But somehow Illyaria was gone. Emma stood in the middle of the hall. Then Illyaria appeared behind her and snapped her back. Emma growled as she was thrown against a wall.
Spike tried to punch Illyaria and he was thrown against the wall. Emma got up and ran out of the hall and into on of the bedrooms, running was unlike her. They followed Illyaria out of the Hall into the large master bedroom.
“Emma didn’t do anything!!” yelled Wesley.
Emma was punched and she landed against the wall over the bed. Illyaria grabbed her and slammed her into the large window. Emma flew through the glass into the fenced back yard.
Quickly Emma jumped up and then was slammed back down by Illyaria.
“I can’t move,” stated Wesley.
“Me neither,” said Angel.
Emma was picked up smashed into the side of the garden shed. She was getting bloodied up quickly. Emma wasn’t healing. She lay there for a moment.
1yr. Earlier Wesley, Fred and Lorne were on the stairs at the Wolfram & Hart building. A lovely day.
Lorne turns and pauses to Fred, he spoke, “I'll just look where the sun shines,” he then began to sing, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…”
Lorne started going down the stairs.
Fred turned to Wesley smiling and singing, “You make me happy--”
The instant Fred started singing, Lorne stopped in his tracks and turned back to Fred in horror. Fred coughed up blood and collapsed, falling down the stairs. Lorne caught her, and Wesley rushed to her side as she begins convulsing in their arms. Wesley’s heart in his throat.
“GET MEDICAL!!” yelled Wesley, “SOMEONE GET MEDICAL NOW!!!”
Emma was picked up and thrown into a post. She landed in a crouching position falling blood coming from her mouth as Illyria came towards her.
“It's called Illyaria, a great monarch and warrior of the demon age murdered by rivals and left adrift in the Deeper Well.”
Illyaria started to punch her in the stomach, a punch a second. Illyaria slammed her across the face blood flew to the ground, Emma’s. Illyaria did it again, then again. Illyaria grabbed Emma and threw her into the house and Emma hit the bed flying off of it.
Emma landed on the floor and started picking herself up. Emma ducked a blow from Illyria and slammed Illyria’s head in the wall. Illyria smashed through the wall flipping and landing on her feet in the hall.
Illyria caught Emma’s fist and threw her forward into the next room. The walls shook as the battle went on. Emma had been thrown into the bathroom. Emma’s body smashed the tile. Glass from the window above where she’d fallen, rained her.
Emma stood up and was punched in the face. Emma ducked again, then again. She slammed her fist in Illyria’s face. Illyria flew forward into the hall.
1yr. Earlier: Fred lay sick in her bed. Wesley read a story to her, “--She was such a little girl that one did not expect to see such a look on her small face. It would have been an old look for a child of twelve, and Sara Crewe was only seven. The fact was, however, that she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not let herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown-up people and the world they belonged to. She felt as if she had lived a long, long time.”
Wes is reading is from A Little Princess (1909) by Frances Hodgson Burnett.
Emma stood over Illyria punching Illyria in the face. Illyria pushed Emma off and into the living room. Emma flew into the couch and pushed it off it’s edge it stood on. Illyria grabbed a sword off the ground and raised it to Emma.
Illyria then slammed the sword down into Emma’s stomach. Emma winced with pain, blood dripped down from her mouth.
1yr. Earlier: Fred lay sick in her bed. Wesley read a story to her, “--She was such a little girl that one did not expect to see such a look on her small face. It would have been an old look for a child of twelve, and Sara Crewe was only seven. The fact was, however, that she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not let herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown-up people and the world they belonged to. She felt as if she had lived a long, long time.”
Emma winced in pain as Illyaria removed the sword.
“EMMA?!” Spike could move, they’d followed Illyria into the room.
Emma’s heart beat rang in her ears. The beat coming back and forth annoyingly. It slowed as Illyaria raised the sword to Emma‘s head. Emma’s heart beat slowed and slowed till it wasn’t heard anymore.
“I will not become what I’m not,” stated Illyria.
The radio rebuilt itself, the fuzzy sound quickly screamed, a female screamed, someone, Fred. Wesley looked to the stereo.
Illyria raised the sword and went down for the kill. The sword went down. Emma’s wounds quickly healed. She flipped backwards away from the sword nearly being hit and she landed on her feet.
Emma kicked Illyaria across the head, the sword was slammed down being dropped. Her eyes were yellow and her fangs were out. Illyaria looked up at her.
“I’m not done,” roared Emma.
Illyria threw a punched at her she ducked then again, again. Illyria’s aim wasn’t up to snuff. Emma kicked Illyria in the head blood flying out on the wall. Illyria grabbed Emma by the collar of her green T-shirt and slammed her into the wall making it collapse.
Emma pushed Illyria off her and jumped up and kicked Illyria out the front window onto the lawn. Illyria lay on the ground for a long moment. Emma then grabbed Illyria and slammed her into the mail box.
Emma was pushed by Illyria into the rode where a car had passed and went to hit Emma but skid out of the way went to hit Illyria. Then Illyria flipped it. The car landed on Angel’s.
Emma jumped up and twirled around kicking Illyria in the head tossing her to the ground. Illyria flipped back on her feet. Emma leapt over Illyria and kicked her in the back.
Emma grabbed her and slammed her onto the top of the car. Emma went to land a pounce on her but Illyaria had moved and Emma bent on all fours a large dent in the car.
1yr. Earlier: Illyria was in her temple.
Illyria smirked, “Sneaky.”
The battle between Angel, Spike and Illyria.
Illyria swung her leg at Angel's ankles, knocking him to the ground. Spike swung at her as she got to her feet, but she punched him hard in the gut. Wesley saw that she was about to make a run for it, and shoots at her. Illyria put her hands forward creating a portal. As Illyria makes a dash for the portal, Wesley dives into it after her, managing to get through just as it closed. Angel and Spike get to their feet too late.
Wesley landed on the floor of the temple on his belly, and his gun slips out of his grip. Pained, he gets to his feet as Illyria walks down the steps commandingly, heading for the nave of the temple.
“You're too late. My army will rise. This world will be mine once again,” said Illyria, she arrived at the nave of the temple, only to see her statue has been toppled and her army dead, “No.”
Illyria looked around the temple. The columns were broken. The place was as silent as a grave. Her temple stood in complete ruin.
Illyria panted, “It can't be,” she sounded so crushed, “It's gone,” Illyria fell to her knees and ran her hands through the sand, “My world is gone.”
Emma started pounding Illyaria in her face as quick as Illyria did previously. Emma jumped up kicked her in the head, throwing Illyaria to the ground. Blood dripped from the fallen one’s face. Emma grabbed her quickly kneeing her in the gut then she threw her into the side of the house.
“Don’t kill her!!” demanded Wesley.
Emma didn’t really listen. Illyaria stood up, Emma punched her in the stomach then Emma took her by the hair and threw her up then smashed her into the ground.
Emma growled, “I’ll give you what scares you the most.”
Illyaria looked up at Emma, blood gushing out of her nose. Emma grabbed Illyria up by the shoulders her eyes going white with gray outlining the different parts of her eyes. Emma sunk her teeth into Illyria’s neck.
Moments later Emma pulled off blood dripping down her mouth. Illyaria fell to the floor. The others ran over. Emma retracted her teeth her eyes went normal. She wiped the blood off her mouth.
“What’d you do?” asked Spike putting his hands on Emma shoulders.
“I fixed her,” growled Emma.
Wesley ran over to Illyaria. Gunn and Angel looked with Conner at them. Wesley looked scared.
“Are you dead?” questioned Wesley, fear in him.
Wesley had a form of car inside himself towards that harmful being before him.
“She’s fixed,” stated Emma licking her lips.
Illyria’s eyes went white as they looked up at Wesley. Her eyes turned brown. Illyria began heaving for breath. Her skin’s blueness began to leave her. Her hair reverted back to brown and her clothes changed to what Fred wore the day she’d died. Fred.
Wesley looked at her confused, “Fred?”
Morning arrived. What to think, what to think. Wesley stayed in his room, a young woman’s hand in his. Fred’s hand. She slept.
Fred’s heart beat like a normal heart. She looked like Fred, just a sleeping Fred. Wesley looked at her, wishing that he could never blink. This miracle right before him. His love right there. He didn’t have to worry about her for this time when he held her, she felt well rooted to the ground, not falling from his grasp.
Fred took in a gasp of breath waking quickly. She looked at Wesley, Wesley at her side. Fred couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
“Wesley,” she said quickly putting her arms around him, Wesley did the same, his arms around her warm loving body.
Wesley pulled away. Tears ran down Fred’s white cheeks. Wesley would of smiled if his face was that big.
“Aren’t you going to say you miss me?” questioned Fred.
“I don’t know how,” he said holding her in his arms, “I miss you so much, I can’t describe it Fred.”
“Well,” she smiled, “If we’re going to describe who missed who the most, I think I’ll win.”
“Never,” smiled Wesley.
Fred and Wesley just looked each other in the eyes like their glares, there looks, the sheer glances would never separate. Fred kissed him passionately, like they’d not kissed in an eternity.
She pulled away, “You saved me.”
“I wish I did,” said Wesley, “But Emma did,” said Wesley, “A lot has changed.”
“Well, I know this is the Hyperion,” stated Fred, “Whose Emma?”
“Spike’s daughter,” stated Wesley, “I have so much to tell you.”
Angel knocked on the door into Wesley’s room a couple of hours later.
“Come in,” said Fred.
Angel came in, Fred leapt at him giving a big hug to him, “Fred, I’m so happy you’re back.”
Fred let go, “I’m happy,” she smiled.
“Why are you up here alone?” questioned Angel.
“Wesley said he was going out to get some coffee,” she said, “Breakfast.”
“Do you need anything?” questioned Angel, “Drink, um… other clothes if you’d like, but uh, there’s a British girl down stairs wearing your, jean Capri’s and your long-sleeve green shirt with the black sleeves.”
“You really keep track don’t you?” said Fred smiling.
“Well, hey, at least she wears her own shoes, boots, mainly, it’s disturbing.”
“It’s disturbing you keep track,” laughed Fred.
“She took your socks too,” said Angel, “Well Spike did, took off with a lot.”
“That’s fine,” said Fred going over to a table in the bedroom and picking up a brush to brush her hair.
They were quiet for a moment, “Where did you go?” questioned Angel watching Fred brush her hair.
Fred put the brush down on the bed, “Away, I died you know.”
“I know, but, was it dark, or light, bright, what did you do?” questioned Angel.
“I tried to get my body back,” she said facing him, “I just kind of infected Illyria with feelings though.”
“So you knew everything that was going on around you?”
“No, not completely,” said Fred.
“I don’t think you had anything to do with what was in that house,” said Angel watching Fred sit down on the bed.
“Well, I was what was causing the other happenings, but don’t worry, one The living room window is blown apart things will go back to normal.”
“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that then,” replied Angel.
“This is Angel Investigations again, with don’t have to worry about anything,” smiled Fred, “Just fighting evil.”
“Well, and debt, it seems that a 2003 red jaguar does cost a lot and you can’t get insurance on what happened, then that woman might sue for her house,” said Angel really thinking on it.
“Wow, was that because of the fight between Illyria and, that Emma?”
“Unfortunately, but don’t worry, you’re a live and well, and deserve not to worry,” smiled Angel.
Angel had left the room. Fred wanted to stay in there and wait on Wesley. Wesley came in just minutes later, coffee and donuts in hand. Fred hurried out of the bedroom and went towards him.
“Well I’ll missed you,” smiled Wesley putting the food down on his desk.
They kissed. Fred shivered and she move back, “I see donuts are the way to go.”
“Yes,” smiled Wesley, “I would of got you tacos, but it turns out, it’s only 8:00, so.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” said Fred.
“Stop that,” said Wesley putting his arms around her waist looking at her, “You woke up from the dead, let me take care of you.”
Fred looked at him and rubbed the stubble on his face and felt his hair, “When was the last time you’ve shaved.”
“Not long,” said Wesley.
“What about a hair cut?” smiled Fred.
His hair was a little longer then usual but not a big deal, “A couple of months.”
“Maybe we should shave you bald,” she smiled.
“Can I wear a hat?” he smiled back.
“No, I like your hair.”
She kissed him.
Night moved into the Angel Investigations’ Hyperion.
“Why‘s everything so quiet?” questioned Fred being lead down the stairs from the room into the lobby, Wesley was holding his hands over her eyes taking her down the stairs slowly, “Wesley?” she laughed.
“Alright,” said Wesley taking her down to the last step, “I’ll let you open your eyes.”
Wesley removed his hands from over her eyes and Gunn shot poppers off. There were balloons all over the place. Conner, Angel, Gunn, and Spike started clapping and Emma held her ears while she sat on the bar.
“Wow,” smiled Fred looking around the room, beautiful wild flowers sat around the room, balloons, “Wow, it feels like my birthday.”
Emma pulled her hands off her ears having everyone stopped clapping. Fred smiled at her.
“Well, guess what we all got you?” questioned Wesley.
“Oh, you didn’t-” said Fred.
“We got you tacos,” said Gunn.
Gunn had set up a long table in the lobby and everyone sat at it. Wesley at one end, Fred next to him on his right, Gunn next to Fred, an Empty seat, Angel. On Wesley’s left, Conner, Spike, then Emma.
Everyone had a taco, except for Spike and Angel. They had blood and everyone was so used to the idea of them being vampires that they did care about the blood drinking part.
Gunn put hot sauce on his taco. Fred was just eating hers the way the thing came. Wesley doing the same. Conner was eating himself a taco and Emma was eyeing hers funny.
“So it’s not alive?” asked Emma.
“Nope,” said Spike poring some of the liquor out of his flask into his blood.
Fred smiled at her, putting down her taco, “You should really try it.”
Emma just looked at it, they watched her, “Like a Glitherian Glstuck.”
“Don’t make me throw up,” said Conner.
Emma looked at him.
Angel asked, “So Conner, or Emma, as she said it, quoting something about Cordelia’s clothing, ’Like Glirtich Demon mating season’.”
Conner just gave Angel a sudden wide eyed look and Emma started laughing.
“What’s that?” questioned Fred.
Emma smiled, “Lets just say there’s a lot of flashing lights and grunting.”
“About the taco?” questioned Gunn.
“No, we don’t talk about what a Glitherian Glstuck is at any form of dinner table,” said Emma.
“She’s just kind turned this conversation into a ’thing,’” replied Angel.
Spike took a drink of his blood. Fred watched them eat, “I’ll be right back.”
“Alright,” replied Wesley watching her leave then going back to his taco.
As Fred walked up the stairs Spike put his hand and pulled out a bag with some sandwiches in it and handed it to Emma.
“Ooh,” she said.
They looked at her.
It was a little while.
“Why do you think she’s not come back down yet?” questioned Gunn, “She’s been up there even longer then a normal woman.”
“She still breathing and her heart’s fine,” said Emma.
“Maybe she didn’t like the big group of us you know just coming together,” said Wesley, “I didn’t just want to you know rush her back into the group.”
“Why would a woman take a long time?” asked Emma, “Unless they’re painting their faces.”
“Bathroom,” said Wesley.
“Yeah, she had to drop everything and go take a bath now?” said Emma laughing.
“She doesn’t understand,” said Spike sighing, they looked at Emma, “Well she‘s part dead, what do you expect, she doesn‘t have any organs.”
“Well, think I should go check on her,” said Wesley.
Emma scratched her head. They sat there quietly.
Fred then came back down the stairs, except her hair was up in a pony tail now.
“I’m back I just needed to go do something real quick,” smiled Fred sitting down.
“Well that’s a relief,” said Angel.
“We were starting to worry about where you’d went,” said Gunn.
“I just had to write something down I remembered,” stated Fred.
“Well that’s best I guess, keeping track of thoughts,” said Spike.
“Of course,” said Fred.
Angel laughed, “Just not on the wall.”
Fred smiled, “Silly, so how?”
“How what?’ asked Angel.
Emma took a bite of her sandwich as Fred looked at her, “How did you know what to do?”
Emma shrugged her shoulders.
“I’ve heard your story Emma,” said Fred.
Emma looked at Wesley, “You tell everyone?” she looked not happy not really angry, hardly anger, more of annoyance.
“I thought it would be best,” said Wesley.
“Why don’t we just keep eating,” stated Conner.
“No, Conner, I’d really like to know how she works,” said Fred sincerely.
“Congratulations,” said Emma in a kind of protective manner, “You going to put my blood under a microscope?”
“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way,” said Fred.
“I do things I can’t explain,” said Emma, “Only that, it doesn’t usually turn out for the good, and that, I can do things often only once.”
Wesley held Fred’s hand, “Lets just keep this night as lovely as it should be.”
Emma sat with her legs in her seat, she put her arms around her legs while she still held her sandwich. She seemed a little closed off from the group at the moment.
“Well, now from this point on Angel Investigations shall become debt free, we are going to work hard.”
Fred started laughing, “I hope it’s not like that one time when I almost got my head chopped off and turned into someone else’s.”
“No we’re not going to spread ourselves thin,” said Angel.
Angel and Conner were talking in Angel’s room. Angel and Conner were standing Angel was hanging up his shirt in the closet. Now he wore a white T-shirt.
Conner folded his arms, “Why aren’t you worried about us being spread too thin?”
Angel looked at him, “Cause I don’t have to fear that.”
“Why?”
“I think I’ve got a good group of people around me,” stated Angel.
“Yeah, Emma, Spike, super beings, you don’t need me around, of course I’ve got greater things to think about, school, marriage, that stuff, no big.”
Angel smiled at him, “That’s not what I said what so ever.”
“What do you mean?” questioned Conner.
Angel walked towards him, “What do you think I mean.”
“I can help?” said Conner.
Angel didn’t reply for a moment, “Yeah, but you’re not on the pay roll or anything cause I’m not going to give you money because you’re my son.”
“Why, people around her going to get jealous?” said Conner.
“It’s not about the money, Conner, it’s about saving lives,” said Angel.
Spike and Gunn were putting up the table they’d set up and Emma grabbed Wesley by the arm and pulled him over into the office area behind the bar.
“Emma?” he questioned.
She pat him on the shoulder, “Next time you want to throw a little party with a girl, try giving her a romantic dinner before eating out with the buds.”
“Good point,” said Wesley rather surprised that Emma would know that kind of thing.
“Just wanted to give you a little info. Like that, of course, that’s just common sense,” she said like she was trying to explain herself.
“I wont tell anyone that your enough of a girl to like a little romance and condone it.”
Emma shrugged her shoulders and walked off. Fred walked over to Wesley.
“What were you talking about?’ questioned Fred.
“Can you keep a secret?” asked Wesley rubbing her shoulders sincerely.
“Okay,” smiled Fred.
“Emma says I should of took you to a romantic dinner first, before trying this,” said Wesley.
“It was fine,” smiled Fred.
“I’m happy you liked it,” said Wesley.
“I’d like something of you,” smiled Fred, “I’ll be pretty open about it.”
“What do you want?” questioned Fred.
“Some desert,” she said laughing.
Emma and Spike were walking down the sidewalk outside Angel investigations. Emma looked at Spike.
“What does it mean when a woman tells a man they want some desert?” asked Emma.
Spike looked at her, “Did you say that to a demon and they got the wrong idea?”
“No, Fred just said to Wesley,” said Emma, “Oh.”
Wesley and Fred were up stairs in Wesley’s room. They were eating ice cream at Wesley’s little table next to the bathroom.
“My favorite,” smiled Fred.
“I thought so,” replied Wesley.
Wesley just looked at her. She laughed cause he was watching her eat.
“I need to go bathroom,” said Wesley.
“Okay, I’ll wait here,” said Fred.
Wesley washed his hands after using the bathroom. He then saw something in the trash can, a marker. Wesley looked at it then stepped out of the room. He looked concerned.
He didn’t want to bring it up right away in case Fred became offended, Fred wrote something down. Wesley looked over to the bed and looked around the room.
“Everything okay Wesley?” asked Fred wiping her hands off with a napkin.
“Just looking around,” said Wesley.
“Are you missing something?” she asked.
“Maybe,” replied Wesley.
Wesley picked up the covers up off the bed and threw them off.
“Come on Wesley,” Fred replied sincerely, “What are you looking for?”
Wesley stood there for a moment thinking, he folded his arms. Wesley then grabbed the bed at the end of it and pulled if from against the wall nothing there.
“What are you looking for?!” demanded Fred.
Wesley put his hands through his hair looking up. He noticed it. He looked to Fred quickly.
“Fred?!” he demanded, “When did this start?” he was pointing at the ceiling, writing all over it.
“This morning,” she trembled.
“Why, what’s wrong, is something wrong?!” questioned Wesley, “Tell me.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she cried, her deep sobs turning into choking sounds as she started to convulse. Blood dripped down her nose.
“ANGEL!!” yelled Wesley grabbing her quickly into his arms.
Sadly day eased in. Cause, that’s what day does. Eases in slowly but surely.
If you want a moment to last forever it won’t work, if you want a moment to last for a short time. A second. It doesn’t work.
Life doesn’t have it’s short mediums.
When someone has fallen into your arms convulsing and bleeding from the nose you worry. When someone has just came back you deeply want to hold on to every last bit, every last essence. Even the essence that most of all untouchable at a moment that you fear for their life.
More then the world’s entire populations life, you care.
Fred was laying in her bed sleeping. In her hospital bed sleeping, her own little bed. She’s lucky gets her own room. Some people just have to wait out in the hall, but she gets a room.
She looked sick, it was like when she was turning into Illyaria. Her skin had turned that grayish color. That color that meant bad things from experience. Gray could be the National color of sadness, not blue. ‘Why so gray.’
This Hospital was for demon illnesses. Good thing they found one in time. Wesley sat at Fred’s side her cold hand in his, like having a cold hand in his heart. Fred’s heart was fine.
Angel stood at the closed door his arms folded across his chest, “The tests say she’s dieing.”
“She can’t, she already died once,” sighed Wesley tears going down his eyes immediately.
Angel replied sadly, “It’s all over the tests.”
“What if it’s wrong?!” stated Wesley outraged.
“How can it be wrong, there’s no proof Wes, anything could happen,” sighed Angel looking down.
“NO, I CAN’T LOOSE HER AGAIN!” said Wesley looking at Angel.
“I’m Sorry Wes,” said Angel, “So sorry.”
Wesley looked at his poor loves expressionless face, “Why would this happen, not again?”
“I don’t know, maybe-” said Angel, he was going to suggest something till Wesley just spit it out.
“Maybe this was Emma’s plan.”
“What, no.”
“She gave her back,” sighed Wesley, “She wants us to slowly trust her then believe she’s fine, then kill us, you guys were right.”
“I don’t think so,” said Angel.
“It’s that way, Emma hasn’t shown any liking for Fred,” said Wesley, “Hated Illyria.
“Hardly knew Fred, or Illyria,” said Angel.
“Now you’re sticking up for her,” said Wesley looking at Fred, stroking her hand, “Doesn’t have too, get the strongest one out of the picture.”
“Wesley, Emma didn’t know Fred, because that’s who Emma is,” said Angel.
Wesley stood up and looked down at Angel, “She’s doing this, we need to find out away to stop her.”
“No we don’t this is something bigger,” said Angel.
“Last time I checked Angel, A child of a vampire and all things a slayer, doesn’t happen, she can for some reason access powers we can’t dream of, or from what I see that’s it.”
Angel just looked at him. Gunn walked in and Spike. They saw Fred.
“How’s she doing?” questioned Spike.
Wesley gave Spike a nasty look going back over to Fred side, “That’s not your business Spike.”
“He wanted to see how she was doing,” stated Gunn.
“Why didn’t Emma come?” questioned Wesley.
“She’s out in the waiting room, didn’t think it’d be her place in here,” said Spike.
“Why she’s the one who did this to her,” said Wesley.
Spike folded her arms, “I’m not fighting with you, Emma saved her from what ever place she was in, and she’s not trying to force her back, clearly.”
“I don’t believe that,” said Wesley, he got up and walked out of the room.
“Spike, He doesn’t want to loose Fred again, he really loves her,” said Angel.
Gunn stated the perfect obvious, “Nobody wants to loose her.”
Emma was sitting cross legged in a chair listening to music and reading a magazine. Flipping the pages faster then a normal person could read. Her eyes quickly skimming pages.
The Heavy Metal blanked out any other sound mostly around her. Conner was sitting across the room. He walked over to her.
“How could you?” he asked.
She looked up at him and turned off her CD player taking off the head phones, “What?”
“Fred is a good person and you destroy her life by bringing death on her,” scoffed Conner.
“I didn’t do this to her.”
“Yes you did,” replied Conner.
Emma shook her head, “No.”
“You want to destroy everyone’s life,” growled Conner.
“I don’t want to destroy anybodies life.”
“Liar.”
Emma replied to that comment, “Fred’s nice, I wouldn’t want to hurt her, I have to have a reason to hurt her, I don’t.”
“Like those innocent lives had a reason,” stated Conner.
“To me, yes, they had a sodding good reason at the time but I didn’t want to kill them and would’ve excepted anything just to get the job done because of Reese. I want Fred to get better.”
“You killed them, now you’re trying to knock off Fred. You don’t want her better. That’s just a bunch of filthy shit you’re telling,” stated Conner angrily.
“No, I did something, I healed her, put her back in her body, I didn’t try killing her, that’s your problem not mines. I don’t know what’s doing this, if I did I’d try to help fix it,” she said not looking angry at him, towards him, innocent.
“No you wouldn’t, that’s not who you are,” said Conner.
“You’ll never understand,” sneered Emma.
“I understand exactly, you’re a thing that kills, like I’ve always said and this is just more proof.”
Emma looked down, “I don’t want to kill, GOD, Fred is a good person from what I‘ve heard.”
“And now she’s going to die because of you.”
Emma looked up at him sadly, “She doesn’t deserve to die!”
“Being sad wont help your soul,” said Conner.
Emma grabbed her CD player and walked off knocking his shoulder with her shoulder as she left.
Spike was walking down the halls, looking for something, or, “Emma?” he questioned quietly. Spike walked down the hall. He heard something then went into one of the vacant rooms.
He saw Emma sitting in a corner away from the door her face in her arms as she sat there in a ball back in the corner.
“Emma?” questioned Spike kneeling down in front of her, “What’s wrong?”
Emma was crying, “Leave me alone.”
“No Emma, tell me what wrong,” requested Spike.
Emma put her head up her face went, Spike rubbed the tears off her cheeks, “Why are you crying?”
“It’s my fault,” she sobbed.
“No it’s not, what makes you think that?”
“Cause, I bit her and made her different,” said wiping her eyes.
“Conner,” sighed Spike, Emma shook her head yes, Spike sat down next to her then leaned her head over and hugged her, “No, you don’t listen to what Conner says.”
“But it’s true, I hurt people,” said Emma crying on his T-shirt, her thin fingers resting on his chest.
“You stopped, and I wont let you hurt people Emma,” said Spike holding her tightly.
“You can’t stop me,” she said, “If I get angry something bad is going to happen.”
“You’re not going to get angry, you’re not going to do anything, cause you haven’t,” said Spike, he didn’t say anything, “Truly, I guess it’s just Fred’s time.”
He stroked her wavy hair and rocked her back and forth in his arms to comfort her.
Fred woke. She didn’t die, she woke. She looked of death. Fred felt completely normal.
Fred was confused about the things around her, “Hi, uh, what happened?” She looked at Wesley, he looked a little bit like he’d been crying, again.
“Fred.”
Fred smiled getting up out of her bed, “I feel great, like I slept away the day and I’m well rested.”
“The doctors said,” he paused and took a breath, this next sentence stabbed him like a knife in the side in the heart, in thousands of other thoughtful places, rain down on the world, he said it, “You’re going to die.”
Fred looked at him hurt sitting up in her bed, “What?”
“Your body is shutting down,” he stated letting the knives stab him again.
“But I feel fine. I feel great,” she said energetically.
Wesley stood up next to her blocking her from leaving.
“What, I’m not dieing Wesley.”
“You don’t even look okay,” said Wesley.
Tears went down Fred’s face like someone had poked a water balloon, but they didn’t drip down her cold cheeks in that comical reference manner, “Why don’t you believe me?”
“I do but I don’t think you believe me. Test said so, I wish it wasn’t true-” started Wesley.
Fred took in a quick breath, “But test can be wrong.”
Night arrived. Like an unwanted visitor, time, slipping between the fingers. Life slipping between sad fingers. Like water through a cup with holes. The fluid on the inside dripping out onto a shirt like tears.
Sadness always contains tears. Friends contain life, life contains death. No one knows when but that what it consist of. Death causes sadness.
Sadness causes tears.
Angel sat in his office. He was just sitting there, doing nothing. He was slowly moaning on the inside. Sadness didn’t always affect Angel’s stature, he was always brooding. That being Angel.
Spike walked into the office, he looked at Angel, Angel looked at him, Spike said it, “Fred’s up.”
Angel spoke sadly, “What do you want Spike, want money, huh?”
“No, Fred’s awake,” said Spike explaining it to Angel like Angel were a child.
“Why don’t you just leave go find Buffy I don’t know, leave, why don’t you?” questioned Angel.
Spike came out with it pacing, “Man, you sods have been treating me like I did something, I didn’t, treating my kid like dirt.”
“You did more then you can tell.”
“My daughter isn’t out to do you in. Or any of your groupies!” exclaimed Spike looking at Angel slamming his hands down on Angel’s desk as Angel looked at him.
“So why don’t you leave?”
“Cause I have a place. And I have a daughter to raise the rest of the way,” he said, addressing Angel like, Angel was blind of reality.
“Can’t, Buffy, Emma will kill her.”
Spike pulled away from the desk, “Probably.”
Angel just watched Spike, “Why is she trying to kill Fred?”
“She’s not trying to kill Fred. I wish you’d stop putting death blames on her.”
“Slowly doing us in,” sighed Angel.
“You don’t like my family so damn it, screw you. You just read people like books. That’s what. Emma is trying to change. What if Conner was like this you’d standing up for him, really, you would. And I wish he’d really stop judging my, that boy made her cry, incase you didn’t know, Emma has feelings.”
“It’s not Conner,” said Angel.
“You have no idea what you’re saying,” said Spike.
“Emma is a cold girl. She might even be trying to trick you.”
“She’s not. You haven’t seen her cry, that is a little girl. Wasn’t raised properly either, why can’t anyone of you actually muster enough sodding belief to notice, she’s got enough human in her to be good!”
“But she’s killing Fred. My friend, my family.”
“If Emma was your kid you wouldn’t think this way, I know you wouldn’t,” sneered Spike.
Wesley was sitting at his desk thinking. He remembered Good times with Fred.
1 year ago. Fred and Wesley were in her lab, [episode, Smile Time, at the end.]
“We'd better get some rest. No telling when the next crisis will strike,” Wesley headed towards the door.
Fred cut him off stepping in front of him nervously, “You're just gonna go, aren't you?”
“Fred-” said Wesley.
Fred looked like him like she was trying to search his expression, “Haven't you been... sensing anything lately... about me... coming from me? Uh... didn't occur to you that... something might have changed? That—I'm looking at you in a different-” she came out with it, “Oh, screw it.”
Fred put her hands on Wesley’s cheeks kissing him. She pulled away after a moment and stepped back.
“Um…” said Wesley.
“That was a signal. OK? Is that... clear enough for you?” she questioned.
Wesley dropped his blazer and looked into her eyes, he had a smiled now accumulated on his face, “Not even close.”
They passionately kiss each other.
Still a year earlier. They were in an underground Lair, [beginning of episode, A Hole in the world.] Fred is fighting off some enemy with a flame-thrower in hand. She was killing the high pitch squealing demons. The eggs littering the walls.
Fred singes them with the flames from her flame thrower. The whole cave area is on fire now. One of the pods opens up beside Fred's head, and a creature starts to come out of it unnoticed by Fred. Suddenly, a gunshot goes off, and we see that Wesley is standing nearby with a shotgun aimed at the offending creature.
Fred smiled and put down the flame thrower, “We got the nest.”
“The others are finishing the sweep. Nasty little buggers,” smiled Wesley looking at her.
“Kind of cool, physiologically. They reproduce by vomiting up crystals that attract and mutate the microbes around them to form eggs,” she said.
Wesley gave her a sly grin, “Are you trying to turn me on.”
Fred approached Wes, “It is kind of romantic. A roaring fire. A snug little nest,” she put her arms around Wes’ neck, they kiss with flames around. Sweet.
Angel and Spike approach, bickering. Fred and Wes pull out of the kiss before Angel and Spike get to the lair.
“Fuss, fuss. The thing was about to strike. It was on your back. What was I supposed to do?” questioned Spike.
As Angel walked into the room, he's been run through with a large sword. A creepy demon bug on his back, dangling from where the sword exits Angel's body, “Ask me to turn around.”
“Heat of battle. There wasn't time,” replied Spike.
“You just like stabbing me,” stated Angel.
“I—I'm shocked—shocked that you'd say that. I much prefer hitting you with blunt instruments,” said Spike.
“You know, we only asked you along 'cause we felt sorry for you,” reassured Angel.
“If it weren't for me, you'd be bug food, so stop winging,” said Spike.
Fred walked up to Angel, “Angel?”
“Ah, I'll be all right,” he answered.
Fred smiled, “No, I just want the bug. It's in pretty good shape, and I'd like to take it back to the lab. I always like a new specimen.”
Wesley sat at his desk. Thinking about the love that wont last, unless. There really isn’t anything for him to do, wasn’t. Wesley felt that helplessness revisit him quickly. He felt it that whole time.
“She loved bugs,” he said to himself. There was knock at the door. “Come in.”
Emma walked in. She was holding her hands innocently like she was nervous. She folded her arms.
“What come to get me too?” he asked her.
Emma replied, “I know what’s wrong.”
“And you come to flaunt it?”
“No,” stated what she though, “ I’m sick of you ass wipes thinking I’m trying kill everybody, I’m not. That’s the truth. I didn’t try doing this to her it was an accident. I’ve have powers that I’m only allowed to use once, some I don’t know about. I guess yours wasn’t supposed to live.”
“She’s supposed to live, Illyaria messed that up, you just made it worse.”
“No, I didn’t. I didn’t know. You treat me this way, and after, I’ve saved your life too,” said Emma.
“And you look for me to like you, when you’re condemning hers.”
“No I’m not. I tell you something bad was gonna happen but you wouldn’t of wanted to listen. I tell you there’s consequences to everything. Fred is different.”
“Don’t give me a talk on difference and get the hell out of my room,” Wesley demanded in a soft tone.
“No, not until you understand. I’m trying, I’ve done bad but this isn’t the time I know. Fred is going to die tonight, I know it, I can smell her body, it’s messing up and if something isn’t done she’ll die a long painful death. I’m not trying to trick you, she will, she will because that‘s the way, I‘ve seen that gut feeling and there‘s no way of escaping it. At least be at her side so she doesn’t stay, no matter how that sounds to you,” said Emma.
Emma looked at him for a long moment then, she left.
“I know what’s right,” said Wesley sad like to himself.
A closure. A song bird sings till it’s time for it to stop. Till it gets tired. Or it is forced to stop. It just stops or it slowly stops. It’s song comes to a closing.
At least the little song bird stops, till another morning. Or another time either way, stops then starts. The only time the song bird that never is subjected to a battle of muteness stops it’s song besides the time it’s ready for the closing applause it is fatal.
They die.
Fred was sitting on her bed at the hospital. Wesley had wanted to be around Fred. But he couldn’t see those weak eyes collapse in the light. [not literally.]
Her breathing wasn’t okay. It’s ruff. Her skin was gray tinted. She looked sick. There was a knock at her door.
“Come in,” said Fred looking over to the door, Wesley walked in, “Hi.”
“Fred?” he questioned closing the door and coming towards her.
“Oh, I’m hideous aren’t I?” said Fred, “I’m so ugly they should send me to the ugly farm.”
“No, I think you’re beautiful, no matter what,” he replied walking towards her.
“I’m taking the pills that the doctor gave me so I could live longer.”
What Emma had said, “No, not until you understand. I’m trying I’ve done bad but this isn’t the time I know. Fred is going to die tonight, I know it, I can smell her body, it’s messing up and if something isn’t done she’ll die a long painful death. I’m not trying to trick you, she will, she will because that‘s the way, I‘ve seen that gut feeling and there‘s no way of escaping it. At least you can be at her side so she doesn’t stay.”
“Don’t take those pills anymore,” said Wesley looking at her wet eyes.
“What?” a tear went down her face, “You don’t want me to live?”
“No that’s not it.”
“I love you Wesley, I’ll Always love you.”
“Me too. Why did this have to happen is what I think,” stated Wesley sitting down in front of her.
“Don’t blame anyone. I was trying to get out, I was with you when Illyaria changed, I saw it everything, I was in her,” she said sweetly putting her hand on his cheek.
Her touch was like a false alarm of death even though she kept moving, he spoke out, “I love you, I don’t want you to die.”
“It’s inevitable,” she sighed, she coughed.
“I wish this wasn’t true.”
“But it is,“ she said, she put her hands over her mouth, she started coughing rapidly, blood slowly dripped out of her ear, she calmed herself, tears going down her cheeks in her deep sobs, “I felt okay.”
Wesley took her in his arms sitting on the bed with her, “Fight, like last time don’t let anything take you,” She sat on her bed her breathing very ruff, Wesley looked for hope in he deep blood shot brown eyes, “Maybe there’s a spell, maybe, were we can keep you.”
“Don’t give me that, you would’ve found one if there was. But this time I’m really not scared,” smiled Fred, she coughed.
“You said you weren’t scared last time,” said Wesley his eyes becoming filled with a tear.
“I’m not, I know where I’m going is better,” she said rubbing his stubbly chin.
“Tell me describe to me what you feel.”
“No,” she coughed, a little bit of blood dripped from her nose, “I don’t want you to be afraid.”
“Tell me, I want to die with you. Completely,” he spoke.
“No.”
he hugged her, “Describe it to me, do it.”
She kissed him passionately. Fred was crying and so was Wesley as they pulled away. Just like last time.
“It’s cold,” she paused, “Sinking. I feel so cold, like I can’t breath. I’m so cold.”
“Keep going. I’m right there.”
“Hungry, sleepy but wide,” she was going to cough again but she tried to hold it back, “Awake.”
She coughed, Wes, spoke, “I know you wont hold on.”
“Like…I wont… be able…To talk,” she sobbed her thing sweet body trembling in his deep embrace.
She looked at him not saying a word hardly blinking.
“I’ll tell you how much I love you….I love you more then, flowers, I feel like I’ve known you forever,” he sobbed, I love you more then description, more then you love tacos.”
You could see Fred would smiled about that if she could.
“Like rain. You know I love rain, in a way. I love you more then that. I love you much more then being a live. My books, loads more. I want to feel everything your going through. I love you so much I go through it million, billions of time worse just so you’ll stay.
Fred took deep breaths to get this out her words, “Then …. I’d ….I’d miss….. You.”
The beautiful bird stopped singing.
[Don't worry, I like Fred alot too, and I liked Illyria too, but it takes a lot to write characters and I start to get confused about who speaks and stuff, but don't worry. I think after so long I'm going to start an Illyria fanfic, abou ther rule.]
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