I Knew
by Shirlz

Disclaimer: None of the characters mentioned here are mine. I am just screwing with their lives and I'll put them back when I am done so please don't sue

Rating: R - death and strong language

Spoilers: I think I may well spoil the entire show and A:tS too

Dedication: Those who get left behind...

Author's Notes: I think weird things when I'm driving. Sometimes I even worry myself with what my brain comes up with. This is one of those times. You'll see what I mean when you read this.


Part Four


I'm holding something more precious than any book in my library. I cradle it tenderly; tears streaming silently down my face.

She called me Dad. That one word has both warmed and shattered my already dying heart.

I loved her so much, I still do. I can't believe that she has gone. Quentin Travers was right when he said I had a father's love for her. She was the daughter I never had.

The 'Ripper' in me wants to go out, find that Tracheous demon, and do it some serious harm. The only thing stopping me is her. If anything happened to me then I'm pretty sure the first thing I would experience in the afterlife would be a lecture on stupidity from her, probably with Jenny backing her up.

I look around at the others in the room. Willow clutches her letter but doesn't read it whilst Tara tries to comfort her. Xander stares blankly whilst Anya soothingly rubs his back. Joyce and Mr. Summers just look destroyed. Riley looks ready to explode with anger. Spike is uncharacteristically silent, whilst Wesley and Cordelia hover close to Angel.

Angel. If anyone in this room deserves my sympathy right now then it is him. No one knew Buffy like he did - not even her parents. I can't even begin to imagine the torment he is going through. His face is a blank mask but his body shudders under the stain of pent up emotion. Christ this must be so hard for him. I do not envy him the tasks he has to undertake but I will support him all I can, even if she hadn't asked.

She brought out the best in me; she did that in everyone, even her arch nemesis Spike. She lost her life defending a world where 99% of the population neither know nor care what goes bump in the night. She carried her burden unfailingly. She was an inspiration.

She was the most precious thing in the world to me. She was my daughter.


Part Five Coming Soon

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