Title: Who Wants. . .
Author: Jinni (firstname.lastname@example.org)
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//There's no time for us,
There's no place for us,
What is this thing that builds our dreams, yet slips away from us.
Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever.....?//
The end came swiftly, in a move neither of them could have foreseen. It was the fate for those women in his life, he came to realize, that they would die at the hands of a killer. Not one of his kind out for revenge. She didn’t even fall prey to the evils of the home she came from, the place she had left to spend the rest of her life in his arms.
No – this was just a mugger.
Duncan sighed, face in hands; as if he could no longer stand to look out on the world with this pain in his heart.
What madness had entered his mind, to cause him to send her on to the car while he caught up with Joe for just a moment.
//There's no chance for us,
It's all decided for us,
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us.
Who wants to live forever. (Who wants to live forever)
Who dares to love forever,
When love must die.//
“It’ll be a minute,” he grinned. “Go on. I know you’re tired.”
She smiled, that impish expression he had found so endearing right from the word ‘go’. She had gathered her purse, her coat, and fled the bar for the quiet of the night. And he had thought nothing of it. This was a regular occurrence between the two of them. She didn’t like the bar that much, but came with him because he liked her company. So when the night wound down she almost inevitably went to the car to give him those last few moments alone with his long time friend.
He was out of his chair and to the door before Joe could stop him. Nothing mattered except seeing for himself that she was okay. That the gun he heard hadn’t be anywhere near her, really.
But that wasn’t to be.
He fell to the ground near a body that had been dead before it hit the ground, her fiery hair spreading out like a fan, a gun shot to her head. Where the second had gone, he couldn’t tell. Probably missed entirely as she fell.
Tears rolled from his eyes. This was something he had not expected to see. . . ever. . . Not that death was usually a pleasant thing – and he had known her death would come one day. But to see her laying there, blood on the sidewalk.
It was hard.
Harder than it should have been.
//But touch my tears with your lips,
Touch my world with your fingertips,
And we can have forever,
And we can love forever,
Forever is our today,//
His hands had fallen from his face during the walk through memory lane, and fresh tears had sprung up. It was still too soon to remember such tragedy. A life cut short years before it should have been. She was so, so young.
And yet, she had lived a full life. In the most dispassionate way he could, he recalled the countless tales of adventure that she had related to him from her time living on the Hellmouth. Right up to that day that he had met her and they had fallen for each other hard, she had lived her life to the fullest. She had taken every moment as if it could be her last and made the most of it.
He envied her that.
With time on his side, he had gotten complacent, neither seeking out nor enjoying the wonders of the world anymore. First Tessa’s, then Richie’s, deaths had hit him hard. But she had changed all that. It was hard not to live life to the fullest with a bundle of energy pulling you along, non-strop. She had showed him the wonders of the world all over again. And he could claim that they had never looked bigger, brighter, or better than they had with her.
He looked down at hands that were now clasped before him, elbows resting on his knees; mind awhirl with memories of running through the streets of Sunnydale, then Paris. They had visited the world together, him showing her places he remembered from days gone by, and her adding a new perspective on the old sights. Around the room were pictures they had had taken of their ‘adventure’ as she had called it.
Just one grand adventure – that was life for her.
How could he reconcile the joyous beauty he had known with the images of death he had been forced to witness earlier that night?
How could he –
“You’re still mourning me – aren’t you?”
Duncan looked up, smiling at the woman standing in the doorway.
“Can’t I mourn a little? It was only a few hours ago.”
She snorted, settling into his lap and placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. “Think of it from my point of view – not like you ever told me I was all pre-Immie. I see the baddie with the gun and get to thinking my time is over. And then the pain. . .” She trailed off, eyes glazing over, and he knew she was reliving that, her first death, just as he often relived events from his own history. It was a common occurrence among their kind.
“It’ll be okay. I promise, Willow.”
Willow gave him a look, rolled her eyes, and then grinned. “Of course it will be – but don’t think acting all charming now is going to save you from my irritation. You could’ve told me. I was living life fast and furious – would’ve been nice to know I had time to take it slow.”
“But would it have felt the same? Going slow instead of fast?”
She paused, biting her lower lip in thought.
“No, I don’t think it would have.” She gave him a coy grin. “This is where you tell me you did it for my own good and to try not to be too angry with you, right?”
Duncan smirked, pulling her into his arms and smoothing away the hair from her forehead, a forehead that hours before had been covered in blood. He willed those disturbing memories from his mind, concentrating on the living, breathing woman he held.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
//Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever,
Forever is our today,
Who waits forever anyway?//