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Title: First Stage
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Spike, Dawn
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: grief, canon character death (implied)
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set between S5 and S6, shortly after ep. 5x22 “The Gift”
Summary: Coming to grips with a harsh reality.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Prompt: #409 - Fallen
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Spike didn’t look up when the door of his crypt creaked open. Instead, he took a sip of liquor from the bottle. “How was the secret funeral?” he slurred.
“You’d know if you’d come instead of getting wasted,” was Dawn’s curt reply. “I thought we were friends.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry. S’pose I’m trying to pretend it’s not real.”
“Denial, first stage of grief,” she murmured, sitting next to him. “She looked so peaceful when I changed her clothes, like she’d fallen asleep. I kept waiting for her to wake up. She didn’t.”
Dawn leaned on his shoulder and sobbed.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Spike, Dawn
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: grief, canon character death (implied)
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set between S5 and S6, shortly after ep. 5x22 “The Gift”
Summary: Coming to grips with a harsh reality.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Prompt: #409 - Fallen
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Spike didn’t look up when the door of his crypt creaked open. Instead, he took a sip of liquor from the bottle. “How was the secret funeral?” he slurred.
“You’d know if you’d come instead of getting wasted,” was Dawn’s curt reply. “I thought we were friends.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry. S’pose I’m trying to pretend it’s not real.”
“Denial, first stage of grief,” she murmured, sitting next to him. “She looked so peaceful when I changed her clothes, like she’d fallen asleep. I kept waiting for her to wake up. She didn’t.”
Dawn leaned on his shoulder and sobbed.