O93 - In His Arms - Anya/Xander
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Title: In his arms
Author: Lesbianbutch04
Rating: PG
Word Count: 616
Prompt:093: Bring Out Your Dead
Characters/Pairing (if any):Anya/Xander, Andrew
A/N: The way Anya should have Died…. Not Beta’d this time, but the spelling is fine.
There was a great amount of fear as she stood there in the hallway, she could hear something coming. The fighting from down the hall, something was coming. Maybe the bringers would come down the hall or worse the uber vamps? She thought she’d fight and watch Andrew scream like a bitty baby, but she was wrong… they both were petrified.
Bunnies?….hoppy… floppy…bunnies...
Nothing more than mere bunnies and she remembered that as she sliced through them. Andrew had given her what she needed and now all she pictured were hoppy bunnies dying by her sword. Andrew was doing well, most likely by accident thou.
Than it all came so fast…
Anya looked down at the tip of the sword, it peered out from her gut.
Fears of mortality and death were racing through her mind, back with Vengeance. Once a feared Vengeance demon and now, mortal and stupidly dying. She would never again know what it was like to feel the warm sun on her face, to see her friends smile. She wouldn’t even be able to count the money she’d once had, those days she worked at the Magic box. Worse, she’d never again know what it was like for Xander to hold her. To hear him tell her how stupid whatever she just said sounded and now she wanted that more than ever.
Falling….
The dying wasn’t so bad, everything felt cold now. No pain.
Opening her eyes as the ground below her shook her started to move around, something was happening. She could hear footsteps as she leaned over a dead body for help. She felt something or someone grab her arms and hoist her up, “we got ya Anya,” it was Andrew and a potential. “Stay with us, I got him Anya.”
“Who?” she mumbled.
“The Bringer… I stabbed him. The one who--” she smiled and gave his arm a little squeeze, as he and the girl help her out the crumbling building. The Nerd actually did it…
Anya was still cold and losing her ability to stay alert to the world around her, her life was slipping away. Every sound and smell and feeling blended together, “X-Xander.” Andrew wrapped his arm more firmly around her. “N-need.”
“He’s coming…Xander!” he had coming running toward them and scooped Anya into his arms, running the rest of the way to the bus.
“Hold on An, I’m right here.” she felt his arms around her and strangely enough it didn’t help, she hoped him holding and being there would help make it easier… the dying. She hoped it would make everything ok, but it just made it that more real.
Ease up, were clear…
Her head rested on his lap as someone’s hand pressed to her wound, holding her close. “X-Xander, I’m s-s-scared… d-d-don’t.. want t-to…”
“Don’t talk I got you An, I have you.” Anya could see the tears streaming down one side of his face, he was sad and she knew why. “hold on, please just--”
“Shhh.” she had to be brave for him now, as scared as she was. But she couldn’t be, she couldn’t be strong enough. But as she cried she reached up and wiped away the wetness from his cheek, Xander’s tears. I l-love you.”
“and I love you An, p-please don’t--” They shared a kiss as he pulled her up to him, they both knowing now nothing would make a difference. “An.” pulling away he looked down and sobbed at her closed eyes, a smile on her face. Anya died the way she should have, brave and in the arms of the man who loved her. In the arms of the man she only ever truly loved.
Author: Lesbianbutch04
Rating: PG
Word Count: 616
Prompt:093: Bring Out Your Dead
Characters/Pairing (if any):Anya/Xander, Andrew
A/N: The way Anya should have Died…. Not Beta’d this time, but the spelling is fine.
There was a great amount of fear as she stood there in the hallway, she could hear something coming. The fighting from down the hall, something was coming. Maybe the bringers would come down the hall or worse the uber vamps? She thought she’d fight and watch Andrew scream like a bitty baby, but she was wrong… they both were petrified.
Bunnies?….hoppy… floppy…bunnies...
Nothing more than mere bunnies and she remembered that as she sliced through them. Andrew had given her what she needed and now all she pictured were hoppy bunnies dying by her sword. Andrew was doing well, most likely by accident thou.
Than it all came so fast…
Anya looked down at the tip of the sword, it peered out from her gut.
Fears of mortality and death were racing through her mind, back with Vengeance. Once a feared Vengeance demon and now, mortal and stupidly dying. She would never again know what it was like to feel the warm sun on her face, to see her friends smile. She wouldn’t even be able to count the money she’d once had, those days she worked at the Magic box. Worse, she’d never again know what it was like for Xander to hold her. To hear him tell her how stupid whatever she just said sounded and now she wanted that more than ever.
Falling….
The dying wasn’t so bad, everything felt cold now. No pain.
Opening her eyes as the ground below her shook her started to move around, something was happening. She could hear footsteps as she leaned over a dead body for help. She felt something or someone grab her arms and hoist her up, “we got ya Anya,” it was Andrew and a potential. “Stay with us, I got him Anya.”
“Who?” she mumbled.
“The Bringer… I stabbed him. The one who--” she smiled and gave his arm a little squeeze, as he and the girl help her out the crumbling building. The Nerd actually did it…
Anya was still cold and losing her ability to stay alert to the world around her, her life was slipping away. Every sound and smell and feeling blended together, “X-Xander.” Andrew wrapped his arm more firmly around her. “N-need.”
“He’s coming…Xander!” he had coming running toward them and scooped Anya into his arms, running the rest of the way to the bus.
“Hold on An, I’m right here.” she felt his arms around her and strangely enough it didn’t help, she hoped him holding and being there would help make it easier… the dying. She hoped it would make everything ok, but it just made it that more real.
Ease up, were clear…
Her head rested on his lap as someone’s hand pressed to her wound, holding her close. “X-Xander, I’m s-s-scared… d-d-don’t.. want t-to…”
“Don’t talk I got you An, I have you.” Anya could see the tears streaming down one side of his face, he was sad and she knew why. “hold on, please just--”
“Shhh.” she had to be brave for him now, as scared as she was. But she couldn’t be, she couldn’t be strong enough. But as she cried she reached up and wiped away the wetness from his cheek, Xander’s tears. I l-love you.”
“and I love you An, p-please don’t--” They shared a kiss as he pulled her up to him, they both knowing now nothing would make a difference. “An.” pulling away he looked down and sobbed at her closed eyes, a smile on her face. Anya died the way she should have, brave and in the arms of the man who loved her. In the arms of the man she only ever truly loved.
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Date: 2008-11-23 04:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-11-23 07:45 pm (UTC)Oh my this was heartbreaking... I wish she could have died in Xander's arms. Much better than the show. Still heartbreaking though... :(
She wouldn’t even be able to count the money she’d once had, those days she worked at the Magic box.
hehe she'd so think that!
*cuddles*
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Date: 2008-11-27 03:03 pm (UTC)Poor Anya
That was so very heartbreakingly sad but beautifully written!
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