Anita Blake
01-05-2003, 04:49 AM
Laughter
By: Angel’sLuv
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. If I did, we wouldn’t have the major suckiness of B/S and A/C for the past 2 seasons.
Spoilers: Everything from season 1 of BTVS to 5/2 of BTVS and ATS. Starts after “The Gift” and becomes A/U. Cordy already acknowledges her feelings for Angel but knows he loves Buffy. Willow knows there is no way to bring back Buffy. Set 3 weeks after Willow went to LA to tell Angel of Buffy’s death.
Distribution: All you have to do is ask.
Feedback: This is my first fic. I would appreciate any comments whatsoever!
Dedication: To Kris, for always being a rock and for being the bestest online friend a girl could ask for. This ones for you! *G*
Rating: PG-15; Dark and angsty, deals with character death and suicide. If either of these offends you, turn back now. You have been warned.
AN: I got this idea in my head and decided that it was time to contribute to the world of fan-fic. This story is told from Wesley’s pov and you should be able to figure it out from there.
Pairing: I am a die-hard B/A ‘shipper. Until death do they part. *G* also C/W because I think they were so cute together.
Enjoy.
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Suddenly she is laughing. A bitter laugh, but a laugh nevertheless.
She is laughing for the vampire that can’t hear her. For the ones we lost on the way. And for death, nothing more and nothing less.
She is laughing for her love, the one that isn’t here anymore. She loved with no loving back, a love just as empty as her laugh.
She is laughing with a hoarse voice, hoarse from all the crying and no speaking. A laugh without emotion, empty, no love and no hate. No happiness and no sadness.
She is laughing for nothing and for everything. The love she never got to feel, the tears she had to cry. And for the broken heart that only a dead vampire can heal. A vampire with a soul that cried out for its other half every day of its existence without completeness. A vampire that died when his true love, his purpose, died. His true love not being her.
She is laughing for all the fools in this room that don’t, and probably never will, understand what it is she is laughing about. But I do. I understand. Buffy died saving the world one last time, so Angel took his unlife. Sat right on her grave until the sun came up and turned his body to ashes. The first sunrise he had seen in over two centuries was also his last. By ending his unlife, he ended hers. Ended her life and pain. Ended her eternal punishment: to love him.
She is laughing and it’s the first time in three weeks that any of us have heard her voice. Fred smiles and Gunn just looks oddly at her, wondering how she can laugh in a time like this. But they don’t understand. They never met Buffy, never saw her and her dark Angel together. They don’t understand that this is her good bye, her thank you to Angel. She is laughing because she is relieved. Relieved that she has been released from the tight grip of love. But she and I both know that loves grip is stronger than that. And one of the reasons that she is laughing is because she wants us to remember her voice like that, laughing and bitter.
She is laughing and I smile bitterly. I smile bitterly because, for what I think must be the first time, we completely agree with something.
She is laughing hysterically now and there are tears in her eyes. I know that she won’t be here tomorrow or any other day because she can’t stand a life without him. Soon her soul will be free and will go somewhere where she thinks she can find peace. I know she won’t though. Her soul will follow Buffy’s and Angel’s and she still won’t be with him. Not even in death.
She is laughing and I walk over to her and kiss her on the cheek and murmur “Good bye.” She probably can’t hear me and that’s a good thing because I don’t want her to know.
She is laughing as I walk upstairs. Her laughter follows me through the dark hallways as I wander. I walk down a hall and think about this hotel. A hotel that will soon be filled with ghosts. “I love you, Cordelia,” I say quietly, not wanting to disturb the false tranquility of silence that surrounds me. Down in the Lobby, I know that she is still laughing.
Suddenly I laugh. A bitter laugh, but a laugh nevertheless.
By: Angel’sLuv
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. If I did, we wouldn’t have the major suckiness of B/S and A/C for the past 2 seasons.
Spoilers: Everything from season 1 of BTVS to 5/2 of BTVS and ATS. Starts after “The Gift” and becomes A/U. Cordy already acknowledges her feelings for Angel but knows he loves Buffy. Willow knows there is no way to bring back Buffy. Set 3 weeks after Willow went to LA to tell Angel of Buffy’s death.
Distribution: All you have to do is ask.
Feedback: This is my first fic. I would appreciate any comments whatsoever!
Dedication: To Kris, for always being a rock and for being the bestest online friend a girl could ask for. This ones for you! *G*
Rating: PG-15; Dark and angsty, deals with character death and suicide. If either of these offends you, turn back now. You have been warned.
AN: I got this idea in my head and decided that it was time to contribute to the world of fan-fic. This story is told from Wesley’s pov and you should be able to figure it out from there.
Pairing: I am a die-hard B/A ‘shipper. Until death do they part. *G* also C/W because I think they were so cute together.
Enjoy.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++++++++++++++++++++++++
Suddenly she is laughing. A bitter laugh, but a laugh nevertheless.
She is laughing for the vampire that can’t hear her. For the ones we lost on the way. And for death, nothing more and nothing less.
She is laughing for her love, the one that isn’t here anymore. She loved with no loving back, a love just as empty as her laugh.
She is laughing with a hoarse voice, hoarse from all the crying and no speaking. A laugh without emotion, empty, no love and no hate. No happiness and no sadness.
She is laughing for nothing and for everything. The love she never got to feel, the tears she had to cry. And for the broken heart that only a dead vampire can heal. A vampire with a soul that cried out for its other half every day of its existence without completeness. A vampire that died when his true love, his purpose, died. His true love not being her.
She is laughing for all the fools in this room that don’t, and probably never will, understand what it is she is laughing about. But I do. I understand. Buffy died saving the world one last time, so Angel took his unlife. Sat right on her grave until the sun came up and turned his body to ashes. The first sunrise he had seen in over two centuries was also his last. By ending his unlife, he ended hers. Ended her life and pain. Ended her eternal punishment: to love him.
She is laughing and it’s the first time in three weeks that any of us have heard her voice. Fred smiles and Gunn just looks oddly at her, wondering how she can laugh in a time like this. But they don’t understand. They never met Buffy, never saw her and her dark Angel together. They don’t understand that this is her good bye, her thank you to Angel. She is laughing because she is relieved. Relieved that she has been released from the tight grip of love. But she and I both know that loves grip is stronger than that. And one of the reasons that she is laughing is because she wants us to remember her voice like that, laughing and bitter.
She is laughing and I smile bitterly. I smile bitterly because, for what I think must be the first time, we completely agree with something.
She is laughing hysterically now and there are tears in her eyes. I know that she won’t be here tomorrow or any other day because she can’t stand a life without him. Soon her soul will be free and will go somewhere where she thinks she can find peace. I know she won’t though. Her soul will follow Buffy’s and Angel’s and she still won’t be with him. Not even in death.
She is laughing and I walk over to her and kiss her on the cheek and murmur “Good bye.” She probably can’t hear me and that’s a good thing because I don’t want her to know.
She is laughing as I walk upstairs. Her laughter follows me through the dark hallways as I wander. I walk down a hall and think about this hotel. A hotel that will soon be filled with ghosts. “I love you, Cordelia,” I say quietly, not wanting to disturb the false tranquility of silence that surrounds me. Down in the Lobby, I know that she is still laughing.
Suddenly I laugh. A bitter laugh, but a laugh nevertheless.