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After The Shanshu




Author: Dark Star
A mini rosebud story
Rating: PG 13
Genre: POV/Angst

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The life of a Slayer is a short one. Death can come at any time and I’ve lived with that uncertainty for many years – but I never expected to outlive Angel.

After the ‘Big Battle’ Angel Shanshu’d, and came back to me. We never had any children, but for a while we were very happy - Perfectly Happy - even. But then, things started to go sour. He hated that he couldn’t help me fight the way he used to. He felt weak - a liability to me. I told him it didn’t matter; I was the Slayer and it was my job to fight the vampires, but that just made him more frustrated. A guy thing, I guess.

He refused to let me slay alone, and insisted on coming with me. He was desperate to protect me, and he grew reckless. He always seemed to be getting injured, and it frightened me. He worked so hard to stay in shape, trying to regain some of his previous strength and speed. But his immune system was very poor, and it left him open to illness. I think he caught everything; coughs, colds, childhood infections, the lot. He spent much of our short time together recuperating, and it upset me to see him suffer so much.

One night we were tracking a Bartak Beast, and Angel’s luck finally ran out. It was over so fast that I don’t think he even knew what had happened. It was hard to carry on without him, and I missed him so very much. I mourned him for a long, long time, but I had a job to do and in time the pain lessened. It never went away, of course, and I never stopped loving him.

The ironic thing about all this is that, without Shanshu, Angel would probably still be alive. I never really cared whether he was vampire or human, I loved them both; and now, I have neither.




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