*warning-this is BtVS AU character fanfic* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5civ7-d3CEM
It's been two hundred days without her and I'm losing my mind.
How can you move through life alone after you've spent five thousand, four hundred and seventy-five days navigating the world someone?
Dawn told me that resurrection spells are no good, but it hurts me to look at her side of the bed and know that it will forever be empty. I won't let the cats sleep there, she's never liked them. She's never liked any of our cats.
"Linnie, these fucking furballs have gotta go!" She would say every morning as she plucked the cat hair from her toothbrush.
It hurts to smile at her memory because I know that's all it is. An image of the past. The sound of yesterday. The smell of...I can't even remember the smells. The scent of the dirt from her grave is the only thing swirling in my nose, in my mind.
Taker of life, god of gods, accept my offering. Bone, flesh, breath. Yours eternally.
Bone, flesh, breath. I beg of you, return to me.
I look down at the picture of Nessie and our first cat, Carmilla, and her babies. The beautiful, long haired calico died just a day after giving birth to her kittens. The kittens didn't make it long without her.
Taker of life, god of gods, accept my offering. Bone, flesh, breath. Yours eternally.
Bone, flesh, breath. I beg of you, return to me.
The fire from the candlelight was starting to dance fiercely from within the sacred circle as A rancid smell from the cracked Ghora demon egg wafts up to my nostrils, initiating a wave of nausea that I'm finding hard to fight.
Taker of life, god of gods, accept my offering. Bone, flesh, breath. Yours eternally.
Bone, flesh, breath. I beg of you, return to me.
My voice cracks as I repeat the incantation for the third time.
I exhale.
There's a knock at the door and I rush to it as I force my heart back down my throat with a swallow.
Will she like my hair? Maybe she'll poke fun at my breasts, I haven't been eating much and they're the first things that weight touches or runs away from. Oh my God...
My hand shakes as I twist the knob. The wind from the other side of the door nearly knocks me on my ass and my heart sinks back down sharply, deeply as Carmilla and her kittens stalk towards me.
Before I can shut the door she pounces at my face. Her breath smells of death and decay. Her claws feel like hot swords. Her offspring bite at my limbs and tear at my torso.
I'm dying. I'm being eaten by zombie cats.
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