The Scoobies, plus Joyce and the L.A. gang, gathered in Restfield Cemetery and watched as Angel lowered the box into the grave.
“I still say we should have gone after Spike,” Xander declared.
“He still has the Gem,” Angel reminded them. “It may take awhile, but I will find him.”
“Angel,” Joyce began. “Did he…Was she…Did it hurt her?”
The souled vampire regarded Buffy’s mother with gentle brown eyes, then shook his head.
“No,” he assured her. “The only pain she felt would have been from the bite and that doesn’t hurt too much.”
Joyce took a deep breath and nodded.
“Okay, let’s get this over with.”
Agreeing whole-heartedly, Angel dropped the Creeper’s body into the steel box in the ground then strode over to the cement mixer and pulled a lever. The group stood back and watched the slimy grey mixture fill the box and cover the Creeper, then Angel dropped the lid into place.
“You guys go on ahead,’ he said and picked up a shovel. “I’ll finish up here.”
After the others had gone, and the hole was filled, Angel remained, looking down on the Creeper’s grave. Then, he spoke.
“I know you’re there.”
Spike and Buffy melted out of the shadows of the trees and came to stand by the grave, the soft rectangle of earth between the blondes and their souled family member.
“Thank you,” Buffy said. “For what you told my mom.”
“I just told her the truth,” Angel replied.
Buffy touched the healing wound on her throat and smiled softly.
“Yeah,” she agreed.
Spike was silent as they spoke, scanning the dark sky, hands shoved into his duster pockets.
“It’s gonna be light soon, kitten,” he said. “We’d better get goin’.”
Buffy nodded then walked across the grave to Angel and wrapped her arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Good luck in L.A.”
He hugged her back, missing the normally intense heat that used to surround her, and then released the small blonde.
“I told them that I buried you where nothing could find you,” he said.
“Thanks. Goodbye, Angel.”
Angel watched her walk back to Spike before he spoke again.
“I want you to be happy, Buffy,” he said. “But if I ever see either of you again, I’ll kill you.”
Spike snorted in amusement but Buffy smiled back at her ex, her great grand-sire.
“I’d expect nothing less,” she said before melting into the shadows.
“Take care of her,” he told Spike.
“Always,” the blonde replied before disappearing after his childe.
Angel stared into the dark for some time after they’d gone and wasn’t surprised when Giles’ voice sounded behind him.
“I assume you knew,” the Watcher said.
“At least now she has a chance to be happy,” Angel said softly.
The man was quiet for a minute.
“Would you really kill her?” he asked. “Could you?”
The vampire turned to the Watcher.
“Yes, I could and I will, if I have to. She *is* evil, Giles. Don’t try to convince yourself otherwise.”
“The Slayer is dead, that’s all the others need to know.”
Giles nodded wordlessly, eyes lingering on the last place he’d seen his Slayer, then turned and walked away. Angel watched him go before he, too, turned to the last place he’d seen Buffy.
“Goodbye,” he whispered, then followed Giles out of the cemetery.
I love writing those words and just so you know, there may be a sequel in the works. I have plot bunnies running around my brain ;)