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(Requested by @whatshernamemaria : “Can you do another spike imagine based off the song Terrible Things by Mayday Parade?” YES YES YES YES YES Making a comeback with all the sad! It’s kind of a sequel to the last one you requested)

~She said “Boy, can I tell you a terrible thing?”~

Spike threw punch after punch, him and Buffy struggling to keep the demon back until you had helped Willow finish the spell. Unbeknownst to you, however, it wasn’t the only one.

“Come on, guys! We can’t hold much longer!” Buffy groaned as a low growl sounded from a dark corner of the room.

Angel turned his head just in time to see the second demon charge towards you, “Willow! (Y/n)! Look out!”

You got up to fight, but you didn’t realize how close the thing was until it smashed your body against a wall.

~“It seems that I’m sick and I’ve only got weeks”~

In a matter of seconds, you had already taken three hits to the face and a blow to the stomach . That didn’t stop you though. Sure, there was a small moment of panic when your stomach got hurt, but then you remembered: you had already given birth, and your precious newborn son was waiting for you back home. That gave you all the drive you needed. Four punches, two snaps and a swift round-house kick later, and you were still kicking this demon’s ass. But this thing was new to you, and it had leverage that you never knew about.

~“Please don’t be sad now, I really believe”~

You went to punch the demon again but felt a sharp sting in your side. The creature had a retractable talon, laced with venom. Venom that was now in your system. It then backed off and tried to get Willow, but Angel smashed it towards the other side of the room.

He gaped at your wound as you chuckled at him, “Ow.”

You felt yourself collapsing, before a pair of strong arms caught you and set you down gently. Angel’s wide, concerned eyes met yours as Willow called out to the others.

~“You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me”~

“(Y/n)!” Buffy screamed, taking out the demon and sliding to your side, “You’re gonna be okay. It’s not that bad.”

“Yeah.” You chuckled, “I’ve had worse. I am your sister, after all, aren’t I?”

She giggled solemnly, “I’m sorry, (Y/n). I’m so sorry, I neve-”

You cut her off with a laugh, “Just when I thought you weren’t gonna giveup on me that easily.”

Buffy smiled slightly as Spike slid into view.

“(Y/n)?”

~Now, son, I’m only telling you this~

“Just take care of the baby for me.” You smiled weakly.

“No, no. Hey, hey, hey. No, we’re going to take care of the baby together, okay? You’re going to be okay. I love you, okay?” Spike muttered desperately.

“I love you too. You’re gonna be a great dad.” You kissed his forehead, before falling back and going cold.

“And you’re going to be a great mum.” He smiled through tears, “(Y/n)? (Y/N)?!”

“I’m sorry, Spike.” Angel whispered, “She’s gone.”

~because life can do terrible things~