The Fallen Slayer {1}

Highway To Hell (1)

"What about me? I love you so much."

Stefan slammed his hands against the steering wheel harder this time, his tears dripping down his face and onto his jeans.

Not that he noticed.

All he could think about was Buffy.

"You are the woman that I love you."

"I just see you."

"Promise me, I won't be alone."

He had promised her.

Promised her that in her final moments, he would hold her close and he hadn't. She had thrown him off a building to keep him from stopping her. She had died alone, in agonizing pain as magical energy sucked up her soul and electrocuted her to death.

Being at the bottom of the tower he had seen just how much pain she was in during her final moments and it made him want to tear his own heart out.

The issue?

Slayers and Vampires didn't go to the same afterlife.

Even if he killed himself now, they wouldn't be together.

Plus, if he did kill himself, it would be breaking another promise he made to her. He had promised to keep the people she loved safe.


Their love story was over...and he didn't even get to say goodbye.


Once again, Buffy had sacrificed everything for everyone else and this time...she wasn't coming back.

She was dead.

Letting out another scream, Stefan completely shattered the steering wheel into a billion pieces as he collapsed back in his seat.


How the hell was he supposed to live in a world without her in it? 


Hearing the passenger door open next to him, Stefan blinked through glassy eyes as he spotted Damon sitting beside him with a bottle of bourbon in his hands.

Given the dried blood covering his hands, it was crystal clear that Damon had shattered several bottles and torn his teeth through something in order to try and handle his own grief.

"Stef..." Damon whispered softly, his own voice hoarse from crying "I..."


"I can't." Stefan mumbled before growling as he climbed out of his car and started punching his fists into the hood of the car he had kept locked away safely in a garage for decades.

No matter how many dents he made nothing filled the ache left behind.

There was a Buffy-shaped hole in his heart and even as he punched his beloved car again and again, nothing helped.

"I promised her!" He screamed as he ripped the door off its hinges and started slamming it into the side, shattering the windows as Damon merely watched.

Damon knew there was nothing he could do right now.

Stefan needed to do this.

He needed to get the first wave of guilt out of him.

"We...I...I promised her she wouldn't be alone when it happened. That I would be there holding her hand...and I wasn't..."

With that, Stefan finally crumbled to his knees, sobbing his heart out as Damon carefully approached, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.


Buffy was dead, there was nothing left to do but grief.

**

VALHALLA, HEAVENLY DIMENSIONS

On a beautiful island where the sky was an unbelievable blue and the mountains oversaw the most stunning view of the horizon, were warriors.

Hundreds of them.

The best fighters from the beginning of time.

All of them were fighting, and training with each other while still enjoying the benefits of this world.

 A world where there was no war, no violence.

A place where warriors receive their gifts for the work they had done.

Among the many warriors was a small blonde, her hair was pulled back in extravagant plates all the way down to her waist.

She was standing on the edge of one of the many beautiful mountains soaking up the beauty of it all.

It was so peaceful, more so than she could have ever imagined.

For the first time in so long she felt good, she felt at peace.

The promise of peace was right.