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Title: Afterwards: Yours, Eternally Author: seraC Email: seraphcelene[at]yahoo[dot]com A/N: 100 words written for Kyra Cullinan on life after Yours, Eternally. Rating: PG-13 Archiving: House of Leaves. Everyone else please ask. Summary: There's always more. Feedback: Is like air, highly necessary. Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and sundry others. I’m just taking them out for a little exercise. They found her behind the dumpster at The Doublemeat Palace with her hands buried nearly to the elbows in the belly of a child. How she got so far from home, no one knows. Beautifully blonde, Dawn remembered that his name was Pete. “He liked cotton candy,” she murmured. "Red, red, red," Joyce sang, her face smeared red. Willow magicked the stains away and Spike wrestled Joyce to the ground. Together, they buried the body in the woods. Into the basement they later went. Dawn avoided her mother’s eyes, hurt by the click of the key in the manacle lock. end |