Series: Chosen not to Fade Away. (1 of ?)
Word count: 242
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss is God, and I am but a lowly worshippper.
She was the Alpha.
She was the Omega.
As long as the Slayer line existed, so would she. The oldest of the true Chosen, the mother of the new line. Because she was bound to the line now, through the spell that had awoken ever Potential on the Earth.
She would see the end of forever.
Buffy Summers was Eternal. Goddess of the Slayers.
And, she would never live alone. For she, like any true Goddess, had her pantheon.
Once, long, long ago, in the days of the One, they had tied themselves to her, to the essence that was the Slayer. Becoming one with her, and with the line. Becoming tied to Manus: the Hand, the Vessel, the Slayer.
Xander was Animus, her Heart.
Giles was Sophus, the Mind
Willow became Spiritus, the Spirit.
Dawn, she was the Blood, made of Buffy.
Blood. It was always about the blood. Spike knew it, she knew it. That’s why she gave him her blood when she gave him her body, and her love that last night together in Sunnydale. To give him strength. She had given him the strength to live through the Hell Mouths’ destruction. She had given both him, and Angel, the strength to rise up from the ash when a dragon’s flames had claimed them.
Now they would walk beside her. As long as the Slayer line thrived, they would walk the Earth.