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WHY XANDER IS BEST IN BUFFY
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QUOTES
WHAT HE DID AFTER GRADUATION
MY FANFICS
Was it worth the price
Xanders Thoughts
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OTHER PEOPLES FANFICS
slayerettes plee
When angels cry
LINKS AND SISTER SITES
A new start
Death of me
babysitting
POLLS
PICTURES
ABOUT ME
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My bedclothes are retarded
This Changing World
The Xander Claus
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| login | register Adv. Search AuthorTitleSummaryfull-text FlavorTangerineKiwiBlueberryGrapeBlackberryMint Just In | Discussion Forums | Authors Directory | FAQ « Live Help » Sweet Whispers Category: TV Shows » Buffy: The Vampire Slayer Censor: PG13 Reviews: 7 Author: chocoholic Sweet Whispers K, chuckyeggs, more Xander, more angst and more reviews please!! Disclaimer: I do not own any1 in BTVS and all the situations in this fic. Are entirely fictional. I also don’t own V.Andrews. Summery: Xander’s funeral. Defiantly the most depressing and angsty fic. I’ve ever posted. But my friends said that after this I’m not allowed 2 write anymore where he dies so I thought I’d milk it a bit. Author: Chocoholic Ship: Dunno yet Buffy sat in the stuffy but beautiful church long after the other mourners had gone. She knew that she would never be able to let go of the guilt and the grief that held her in its terrible clutches. He’d killed himself. How had she let it happen? She saved people everyday, so why couldn’t she save someone so close to her? She looked at the yet un-read suicide note that a tearful willow had given her. Dear Willow and Buffy, How do I start this? Please don’t be mad at me. I can’t go on like this. There’s so much you don’t know about me. And it’s all my fault. That’s what my dad says; everything in his sucky life is my fault. So remember, it’s my fault, not yours. You didn’t know, you couldn’t, I work too hard to stop the pain from showing. Even after Anya was died. I know you guys never liked her. You thought our relationship was just lust. But, oh, it wasn’t. In the end it was like we knew exactly what the other was thinking, feeling. But getting hit by a truck is a demeaning way for an ex-demon to die. She had to lie in that hospital bed for hours before she died, and I could feel her pain. And afterwards, you guys didn’t understand when I pretended like nothing had happened, when I laughed and joked like normal. And on to my parents. Did you know that almost everyday of my life I’ve been beat up by one of them? Never on my face, just on my body. I don’t know why they hated me, but I know it had something to do with my twin sister, Sassy. She’s so beautiful, even if she was sickly from the start. That’s why you wouldn’t remember her Will; she was always in hospital, though I think you met her once. We weren’t identical in looks, far from it, but we had this bond, y’know? When she was in hospital I didn’t feel whole. She was the most precious thing in the world to me. I would have given my life to save her; I gave her anything she wanted to make her more comfortable. And when she was away, I started pretending. Pretending to be happy and a clown when all I really wanted was to sit down and cry. Cry for all the times my parents fought or hit me or locked me in the basement for hours in the dark and the damp and the fear. But she was so beautiful and I loved her, I took care of her and I played with her and I was so happy to have someone who understood me to play with. She died on June 13th when she was 11 years old. Stupid to have been dieing since you were born. Don’t get any sick ideas like stuff in a Virginia Andrews book; I loved her as a sister. But from the day she died I could never be whole again, never be happy. And I was just a child. Not fair, not fair to have my other half taken away from me at such a young age. Now Willow knows some of the rest. She knows how every friend I made except for her has died. I hate Sunnydale, they all died from vampires, monsters, curses ECT. Even Jesse, who you met Buffy. And every time something happens my parents get crueller and the beatings and punishment gets harsher. And you know what the worst part is? I SHOULD HAVE SAVED THEM! That’s what I hear in my head every second and from my parents every night. I don’t know how when I didn’t even know about things like magic, but there must have been a way. I should have been the sick one, not Sassy, should have known about Sunnydale, should have walked Anya home instead of have one last drink… So now I have to go, the pain is just too much now, I can’t put you guys in danger just because everyone I love dies. Cos I love you two. You are my best friends in the whole world, and maybe I should have told you more, but like I said, I pretend. After I take the pills, it’ll all be ok. Goodbye, Xander, the ‘key guy’ Buffy laughed at the last bit, but her face was drenched in tears. Xander who she’d taken for granted as not having any of the problems or responsibilities that she had, had been suffering in silence for all his life. She walked out to find that the burial had finished. She knelt down next to the fresh grave standing next to it’s twin grave for Sassy, and in front of Anya’s. ‘Alexander LaVelle Harris, born 1981 died 2001, he is now at peace at last’ Buffy laid down the flowers that had been especially picked for her best friend in the entire world. “Maybe I didn’t love you quite as good as..” Buffy started to sing extremely quietly threw her tears, missing out half the lines. “You were always on my mind” she laughed tearfully, “You were always on my mind…” And in her ear she felt a soft, sweet whisper, “I know Buffy…I love you.” THE END! OK, I just let my mind run away there but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review. And don’t flame, it is just childish. K, BYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Review Story ( be a responsible reader and write a review) Title: Sweet Whispers Name: chocoholic (Signed Review) Favorites: Add author to favorites: Add story to favorites: Review: Home | About Us | Terms of Service |
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