TITLE: One
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddess@aol.com)
RATING: FRT; deals with character deaths.
CLASSIFICATION: Spike POV
SPOILERS: Set in the future, so season 4 spoilers, but sort of vaguely.
DISTRIBUTION: Any sites with my fic up; you all have unspoken permission. I write it, you can post it. Everyone else just keep my name on it and let me know.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. I'm just holding Spike and Riley hostage. Carolyn's got Xander, May's got Oz, Cathryn's got Ethan, Melissa has Giles, Shelly has Angel, and Gillian has Doyle. You may see them by appointment only.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is the final story. Hope you enjoyed me killing them off as much as I did.

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Bloody hell, I'm all alone.

Everyone's dead. I'm watching the news, about another plane crash. Nothing big, right?

It was Buffy's plane.

And everyone on that plane had died.

So that's everyone. Xander, Willow, Cordelia, Oz, Giles, Angel, Riley and now the beautiful Slayer. And then there were the random others; Doyle, Kate and Wesley in LA, Forrest and Graham in DC...Joyce in Venice, during that earthquake.

Slayer and mother within 24 hours. When the press finds out, they'll make a huge sob story out of it. But I won't cry.

One never found out about the other, I hope.

So that's three more funerals to arrange...have them all buried by each other in Sunnydale, I suppose. Bought up all the plots near Xander and Willow and Oz and Giles. There are four left. I had thought maybe I could be in the fourth.

But someone has to live on, to let everyone know what happened in Sunnydale, and how this group of people died.

I guess I'm that someone.

I don't think anything else will happen to me. No more losses, no more times I have to be the strong one. Now I can just wallow in my misery, alone here at Willow's old home...my home now...

I need a strong drink.