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Summary: Death - A story about a death. No happy endings, just a very, very short ‘what if’.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > DarkLilNezumiFR1315990270420 Jan 1220 Jan 12Yes
Title: Morbid

MY Inspiration:  BtVS (all media forms)

Disclaimer:  This is my standard disclaimer; I don’t own anything in regards to the sources of MY Inspiration.  All publically recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

All the characters, worlds, base concepts or general ideas are just a bit food for the writing bug.  This story is pure fiction and is in no way meant to copy or reflect real life, events or people, should this happen then obviously it is pure coincidence.

From here on, disclaimer will not be repeated.

Author’s Note:  See author profile for preferred gender pairing type and why, that is if you really want to know.

Summary:  Death - A story about a death.  No happy endings, just a very, very short ‘what if’.

 

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Blood was needed to close the portal.  The Key’s blood was needed to close the portal.  Who was this Key, but a young girl fabricated by magic and blood.  The blood used had to follow the human condition of two parents or donors, not just that of Slayer.  It was a simple thing to check, what with those curious now being able to submit blood or hair for DNA tests.

As soon as it was known that the Key was created from the blood of the Slayer, it stood to reason that someone ‘male’ had donated his own DNA to form a complete human.  This Key was a child and as soon as her origins were discovered, her curiosity was such that she wanted...no needed to know who her biological parents were.

She submitted the hairs that she had been able to gather from several individuals and found out the truth.  This truth was analyzed by the labs.  She submitted it three times under different names, but the results were the same and they left her in tears.  The person, nearly a man, someone that she had her first love crush, for the longest time, was actually her biological parent.

It was twisted to think in that way, but she only sighed and then gave the confirmations to him.  She wanted him to know that he was special to her and that was the plain truth.  He was.

He took the information, gave her a hug and said, “I love you Dawnie.  You are who you are and never regret how you came into being.”

He held the papers in his hand for the longest time before burning them.  No one needed to know about that.  Now was not the time as Glory was slowly making her moves.  It was only when on the tower that he was able to let the Slayer live.  He’d done the one thing that he knew he’d never regret doing.  He jumped from the tower, diving through the portal and closed it.

His broken body was found and buried without much fanfare.  There was no resurrection attempt for him. 

The group as a whole believed that someone like him would end up in heaven.  There were no dreams of him being tortured sent to a fledgling witch in order to cause her to open her soul to the dark magics.  Therefore his journey on the Hellmouth ended with passing tears and fading memories.

The lone gravestone on a hill far from the others had no dates marked on it.  No dates were needed.

 It simply stated,

Here Lies,
Alexander L. Harris
Beloved Father, Treasured Brother, Trusted Friend


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