This is my first story for the year and it's a rosebud. I've used a prompt from over at Writers Toybox.
If you're feeling in the mood to wirte and haven't any ideas for a story why not go and look at the prompts there. Something may jump out at you, give you a plot to srart you off.
Written for Rosebuds at Writers Toybox
Word count: 384
Unbeta'd, all errors mine alone.
Buffy forgave Xander his betrayal. But she would never forget what he did. She wondered whether it would have made a difference. Would she be dead, or worse yet, undead at Angelus’ hand if Xander had told her the truth: that
But now? Here was Xander asking her not to kill the woman he loved. No, not a woman, the demon he loved. The demon had killed a dozen frat boys, let alone the hundreds she had cursed or killed over the course of a thousand years. Where was the self-righteous boy now? Where was the young man who railed at the machination of evil? Where was the boy she knew as Xander who had insisted she kill her demon lover? Gone. Nowhere to be seen. Xander was living her nightmare, only Xander wasn’t the one who had to go kill the monster. Xander was spared the act of shoving a sword through his lover’s chest. What right did he have in asking her this, to stay her hand? He had none. She used his own words against him and he blanched.
Buffy knew what she had to do. It was her duty. If she couldn’t save the one she loved, neither could she spare the one Xander loved. Payback’s a bitch, she thought, except Buffy was above such pettiness. Her heart hollow, aching for her friend, she went to kill the beast.
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