Title: Buried Dreams
Part 3 of a 8 part series
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Disclaimer: Everything from Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Title and lyrics come from "Buried Dreams" by Carcass off their Heartwork CD.
Summary: Xander's ghost watches his grave.
Previous chapters: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=orilon&keyword=Buried+Dreams+Part+2&filter=all
~ Welcome to a world of hate, a life of buried dreams ~
Xander's ghost laughed bitterly as he watched his grave. They had no clue what so ever. They came crying to his grave, asking why he did this. Why he had killed himself, when he had so much to live for. That was a laugh. The only thing he did live for was taken away by Buffy in a fit of anger.
Spike was the only one he considered worth living for, being the only one that cared for him. The others only pretended to care, when it was convenient for them. Now they cared, after he was gone. Typical. They ignored him when he was alive, only wanting to see him when he was useful. When he wasn't, he was expected to leave until he was needed again.
He leaned against Spike's shoulder. At least he had gotten his wishes. He was able to see Spike again and Buffy, not Willow, found his body. He had almost hoped she would. Maybe that would make her wake up. It hadn't. She was still stuck in her little world. Angry with him for upsetting things from the way she thought they should be, not sad that he was gone. He had almost expected that from her.
She wanted things to go her way, and complained bitterly when they didn't. He laughed a little when Giles admonished her for whining about him not being there to fetch things.
They didn't seem to realize he needed Spike. Hearing all of Willow's "Possible Theories" when she was talking out loud to herself at his grave was amusing. She wondered around the bull's eye, but never hit it. He supposed that they never would guess the real reason.