Resurrection (Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fanfiction)

Coming home

Willow, Xander, Anya, and Tara were walking for what seemed to be hours. Tara was holding Willow by the waist, supporting her so that she wouldn't fall. Xander and Anya walked hand in hand. The four of them were trying to recap everything that had happened. Willow attempted a Resurrection spell but failed miserably because One: Buffy didn't appear right before them after, Two: The Urn of Osiris was destroyed because of those demons, and Three: even after hours of walking, running and hiding, Buffy still didn't show up.

"We failed" Willow whispered into Tara's ear. Her voice sounded broken, exhausted. Tara stroked Willow's hair comfortingly. 

"It's okay, Sweetie. We tried, and trying was the best thing we could do." Tara said to the redhead. Willow looked up at her, her eyes red from crying, a tear slid down her cheek.

"She gone... She's really gone! And I couldn't save her from Hell!"

Willow suddenly collapsed onto the ground, clutching onto Tara's arm. A cry escaped her lips, her breathing sped up. Tara kneeled infront of Willow and took her hand. She began rubbing them, to try and calm her. Xander and Anya stopped and turned to face the two. Xander was the first to speak,

"What's going on, is she okay?"

Tara continued to stroke Willow's hair, muttering things like, "It's okay", "I know, we miss her, too". Anya stepped forward, and slowly raised a hand.

"I think she's having a panic attack. I mean, that's what happens to mortals, right? When they get frightenned, or think of something...?"

No one answered her. Anya just frowned, walked up to Willow, smiled, and placed a hand on Willow's shoulder, awkwardly.

"It's okay, Willow. Your spell didn't work and she's not coming back but that's okay! Because we're still here. I know something that would perk you right up!" Willow stopped crying and looked up at Anya. "Xander and I-" Anya began, but was pulled back by Xander.

"Not now, Anya." he told her. Anya stepped back. Xander dragged her away from Willow and Tara, so that no one could hear their conversation.

"Why can't I tell them about our engagement? Are you saying it's not happy news? Good news? Aren't you happy about it? Because I am, and I think everyone here needs some cheering-up don't you think?" Anya protested.

Xander shook his head. " No, you don't understand, Anya, I... I do love you, I love you so much it hurts when I'm not with you. I understand your confusion, yes, we're all a little down, but it's just-" he stopped, stumbled for the right words. When he found the right words Anya was already looking at him, confusion was written all over her eyes, her lips quivered, and she had crossed her arms.

"Just what?" she interrupted, a sharp edge to her voice. 

Xander stared up at her, and at her beautiful face which wore an angry expression. Xander understood, being an ex-vengeance demon meant that they wouldn't understand everything about being a mortal, and everything about love. Except with Anya, he felt things were different. She was learning and that was good. She seemed to know almost everything about love. She definitely knew a lot about the sex. Xander smiled sheepishly to himself, which earned him a weird look from Anya.

"Well?" she said.

She knew almost everything. But if he told her, what would she feel? Would she understand? He opened his mouth,

"I...I'm not... I don't think we should tell them, yet"

He cringed at his choice of words. Why couldn't he just tell her that he wasn't ready? That he wasn't ready to get married, to have children. He didn't want to end up like his father, beating his wife all the time, blaming her for everything, drinking too much, forcing her to do all the work, the dishes, cook, make the money... No.

But he didn't want to hurt her. So Alexander Harris, the man who was foolish not to just tell the women he loved that he wasn't ready instead of being a coward and lying, knowing that he'd break her even harder if he told her later, didn't say anything. And gestured her towards Willow and Tara who were walking towards them.

"That's it-?" Anya began but was cut off by Tara, who was holding Willow.

"We should probably go before the demons find us. We need to get to Dawn and Spike."

The four of them left the area and walked down the road towards the Summers residence. The four of them were thinking, four different thoughts, about Buffy, about the spell. And everyone still had a small spark of hope

What if the spell worked and she magically appeared at the front door of the house?

But they were all wrong. She didn't 'Magically' appear at the front door, she 'Magically' was pulled out of Heaven, and into her coffin, into Hell. She didn't 'Magically' appear right before their very eyes right after they performed the spell. Instead, when they left, because they gave up, she had to claw her way out of her grave.

A very traumitizing experience. Anyone would be affected. No matter how tough they were, or thought they were, no matter if they thought they were strong, no one would be able to heal from the traumatic experience. It leaves scars of pain, and frightening memories. No one would be able to pretend that it never happened, because it did.

If the spell did work, and if Buffy was left in her own grave, she would never be able to forget. She would never be the same.

Magic always has consequences

Every spell has it's consequences. Who knows what the consequences would be for a Resurrection spell? But their wouldn't be one because...well...Buffy wasn't back. But when they arrived at the front door, and saw the huge grin on Dawn's face, and the figure standing behind her with dirty blonde hair, shaking, they thought otherwise.

The spell did work.

Willow suddenly smiled and whispered,

"I saved her"