Two strangers come to Forks, Washington to investigate rumors about vampires and werewolves. What they discover changes everything ... for them, and the people they meet. But is there really such a thing as "happily ever after" when death is involved?
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19. Chapter 19
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“She’s not here, mate. She’s gone. You and your friends made sure of that.” Spike sucked on the cigarette again, and pursed his lips – letting the smoke out in a thin stream. Lung cancer didn’t concern him.
“I wasn’t looking for her,” replied Jacob. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides.
“Yeah you were,” said Spike, taking another drag. “You were hoping she might still be here – waiting for you. But I can assure you – she’s not. She’s with him. That’s how it always will be. You never even had a chance.”
“I did,” said Jacob. “Before he came back—“
“No,” replied Spike, smiling sadly. “You were only saving his place. Trust me – I know about these things. And once you accept the fact that you were never meant to be – that she’s with the One – it’ll make things a lot easier. You can move on. Have a greater purpose. Meet another nice girl – maybe a nice she-wolf. But trust me – you’ve got to move on, or you’ll just wallow away to nothing.”
“Trust me, okay,” said Spike. “I’ve been in your shoes. And it’s not worth it. It really isn’t.”
“But why should I trust you? You’re just another bloodsucker.”
“So what if I’m a bloody vampire?” said Spike, throwing his arms wide. He thrust his fingers at Jacob’s chest. “You’re just a bloody werewolf. It doesn’t matter. Move on. Or anyway, get out of here. You bloody stink.”
Jacob sighed. He walked a few steps and sank down onto the porch steps. He felt the wood sag slightly underneath him as he sat. “So you think I should move on then?”
Spike rolled his eyes. “That’s what I’ve been saying!” Then he looked at Jacob – saw the sadness there – and sighed. “Look, she’s with Edward. She died for him. That’s not something you enter into lightly.”
“I know,” said Jacob. “I just miss her …”
“It’s always like that when someone you love dies.” Spike remembered when Buffy had died. He didn’t have a soul then, but he’d still loved her. Loved her so much that he’d helped take care of her sister after her death. He’d stayed and watched over the little bit as if she were his own. And when she’d returned – confused and scared – the blood and scars on her hands where she’d broken out of her own coffin … it had broken his heart all over again. “Even if they come back – it’s never the same.”
* * *
Jacob stayed at the white house until dawn. As the sun rose, Spike started cursing British slang and went into the house. In the morning light, things seemed clearer. Of course, his conversation with Spike had helped … but it was true. Bella had never been his. She never would be. He would always have a place for her in his heart – but his friend, the one he’d loved, was gone. She had died. And he needed to grieve for her – and move on. It’s what she would have wanted. And knowing this made the day a little brighter for Jacob Black.
* * *
”So what will you two do?” Bella was playing with her fingernail as she looked across the threshold at Buffy and Angel. Edward stood patiently beside her. They had spent the last few weeks training with them and the other Slayers. Learning how to fight and kill demons, vampires and other assorted monsters. They’d learned how to use weapons. How to drive a stake properly into the heart. Now, with their own bag of tricks, they were heading off to do some good of their own. Live their own lives.
Buffy shrugged. “What we’ve been doing, I guess. Killing vampires and demons. It’s what we do. It’s what we were made for. The Slayer and her champion. It’s our life.”
“And you’re okay with that?” asked Bella.
“Pretty much. I mean, I’ve always struggled with it … so has Angel.” He nodded beside her. “We probably always will have some sort of struggle. We’re different. I wake up sometimes and I crave the fight. It haunts us. But it’s what we do.”
“You’ll die fighting, won’t you?” asked Edward.
“Yes,” replied Buffy, smiling. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Bella stepped back through the door, just enough to throw her arms around Buffy’s neck. They hugged silently for a moment. Then Bella did the same to Angel. “Well I hope you’ve lived a good long life and are nice and old before that fight ever comes.”
Buffy laughed. “Thanks, Bella,” she said, rolling her eyes. “And good luck – to both of you.”
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