Buffy's vision blurred, damp hair covered part of her face, sticking with wet. She blinked her vision clearer for a minute, not quite ready to pull herself out of the puddle, not quite sure if she could. Face sideways in the water, cold and probably dying, flashes of how ran through her mind almost in slow motion, but almost in hyperspeed. The last weeks of sparring and battle-prep and the impending death march running like blood through her ears. Coming down here, determined, to end it. To take the Master with her, even in the face of death. Crossbow in her hands, Spike behind her, down in the tunnelwork of Sunnydale again, she'd seen the candles and the Master. She'd heard the part about the hunter and the lamb, about how she was the
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You could have had everything, dear William. Taking my side as the right hand of the apocalypse, with all the spoils of destroying a world thrown to your feet. Instead, you charge my dark palace-prison. You challenge prophecy, my written success, with a girl, a Slayer at that, and for what? An early end to eternity? I've waited too long for my rightful place in the end of the world. You certainly shall not stand in my way, where the Slayer couldn't. You could have had a real place in my world." The Master was kneeling down to Spike's splayed body, speaking into his bloodied and battered …show more content…
Again, she looked around for her crossbow or a stake or a .. Spike. She looked to him, over the Master's shoulder. Stake still in his right hand. She'd placed her bet on Spike, and now she was going to once more.
"Where are your jibes now?" The Master snarled, still grabbing Buffy by the throat, aggravating the bite he'd made. "Will you laugh when my Hell is on Earth?"
"You're that amped about Hell?" Buffy felt his hand tighten on her throat. "Go there."
She shoved the Master back, thrusting him into Spike's waiting stake, and for a minute it's like all the evil in the world seeped into his ashes, clouded the cave.
For a second, Buffy stood still. The Master had lost. For all of destiny, for all of prophecy, for all the Hell on Earth; he'd lost, and she'd won.
"I can't believe we just did that." She said finally, swallowing heavier thoughts and meeting Spike's expectant eyes.
"Hey, I just carried the stakes,
You could have had everything, dear William. Taking my side as the right hand of the apocalypse, with all the spoils of destroying a world thrown to your feet. Instead, you charge my dark palace-prison. You challenge prophecy, my written success, with a girl, a Slayer at that, and for what? An early end to eternity? I've waited too long for my rightful place in the end of the world. You certainly shall not stand in my way, where the Slayer couldn't. You could have had a real place in my world." The Master was kneeling down to Spike's splayed body, speaking into his bloodied and battered …show more content…
Again, she looked around for her crossbow or a stake or a .. Spike. She looked to him, over the Master's shoulder. Stake still in his right hand. She'd placed her bet on Spike, and now she was going to once more.
"Where are your jibes now?" The Master snarled, still grabbing Buffy by the throat, aggravating the bite he'd made. "Will you laugh when my Hell is on Earth?"
"You're that amped about Hell?" Buffy felt his hand tighten on her throat. "Go there."
She shoved the Master back, thrusting him into Spike's waiting stake, and for a minute it's like all the evil in the world seeped into his ashes, clouded the cave.
For a second, Buffy stood still. The Master had lost. For all of destiny, for all of prophecy, for all the Hell on Earth; he'd lost, and she'd won.
"I can't believe we just did that." She said finally, swallowing heavier thoughts and meeting Spike's expectant eyes.
"Hey, I just carried the stakes,