But its Too Far Gone


Author:  Grasshopper (A.K.A. The Undertaker?s Muse) 
Email: uber_bitch13@yahoo.com 
Rating:  PG-13 
Warnings:  Bad language.  Angst. 
Pairing:  Willow/Cash 
Timeline: BtVS - post ?Grave,? but nothing from season 7. KtE - anytime post ?Cabin In The Woods.? 
Spoilers: BtVS - ?Grave.? KtE - not that I can tell. 
Summary:  Response to QPC #113. 
http://quickie.moonlitpaths.com 
Archive: Fanfiction.net ,Where Angels Burn .  Anyone 
else, just keep my name on it and let me know where 
it?s going. 
Disclaimer:  Other than the story itself, nothing and 
no one belong to me.  *pout* But I want Cash! 
*stomps foot*  Title comes from ?Xmas Day? by 
Sevendust. 

It all started with a book. 

Sounds simple, doesn?t it?  Turns out?not so simple.  
According to Giles, all I had to do was pick up a book.  
A book! Nothing more, nothing less. 

Certainly not fall in love with a vampire. 

Sorry, let me backtrack a little and explain.  Y?see, 
after the whole, ?trying to end the world? gig, I 
worked hard to regain my fellow Scoobies? 
confidences? Only it didn?t work.  They wanted me 
gone just as much as I wanted to be gone.  
Unfortunately, they didn?t dare let me loose on the 
?poor unsuspecting world at large.?  So, I was stuck 
running meaningless errands while they watched me 
closely; waiting for me to fuck up so that Buffy could 
take me out.  That?s what led me to my now fucked-
up life. 

Apparently, this ultra-rich businessman - Julian Luna 
- had some kind of book in his possession that Giles 
wanted.  So, yay for me, I got to go pick up the 
extremely valuable book for a man who once thought 
of me as a daughter, not an errand girl.  No, I?m not 
bitter; why would you ask that?  But back to the 
story? 

So I go to San Francisco to get this book.  Luckily, I 
was to meet this guy in a club - The Haven - rather 
than some dark alley; and believe me, I?ve seen my 
share of those these past few months.  The place 
wasn?t too bad, and with the rest of the clientele, I 
didn?t stand out noticeably for being clad in just a 
green tank top and black hip-huggers.  The first thing 
I noticed about this place, beyond the strange 
mixture of people in the room - businessmen, bikers, 
and some really classy?really hot?women, was him .

Oh, and the vampires. 

But I digress.  He was the first man I?d found even 
remotely attractive in years.  Actually, he physically 
seemed to be a strange mixture of both of my past 
loves - Oz and Tara.  He?s his own person, however, 
and not so easily categorized.  Not even the sight of a 
stunning redhead next to him was able to distract 
me.  He was so beautiful as they argued; full of 
passion, anger, resignation?love.  I could only 
imagine what these two striking vampires were 
arguing about; all the while hoping against hope that 
they weren?t lovers.  I think I already knew that they 
were, and always would be, locked in an eternal 
struggle of love and hate. 

I thought to go on with my business and leave, but 
that wasn?t to be the case.  As I tore my eyes from 
them to look for a man of Mr. Luna?s description, I 
didn?t notice her coming my way.  She crashed into 
me, barely able to grab my arm in time to keep me 
from falling on my ass.  I looked into her eyes - a 
hazy red with tears - and I knew that this woman 
would be the cause of my next broken heart. 

?Sorry,? she whispered, still trying to hold back her 
tears. 

?It?s okay,? I said after a moment.  ?I?m fine.? 

?Are you sure?  Because if you need something-? 

?I?m fine.  But? I am looking for someone, a Julian 
Luna?  Do you know where I can find him?? 

A small smile lit up her face.  As she showed me 
towards a booth, I caught sight of him talking to 
what could have been an older man, but with 
vampires?well, it could get difficult to tell. 

As the redhead introduced me to the man he was 
talking to - her ?Uncle Julian? - I forced myself to 
look away from him .

?Ms. Rosenberg, it?s a pleasure.? 

I nodded my head in response.  He gave me the book 
and, after exchanging a few words, I made my 
goodbyes. 

?Wait.? 

?Yes, Mr. Luna?? 

?Cash, would you walk her home,? Julian asked, 
leaving little doubt that it was more of an order than 
a request.  Though I wanted to say that I could take 
care of myself, I kept silent.  I wouldn?t get my way 
and having people watching over what I?m doing is 
something I?ve gotten used to. 

?Julian?? 

?If you want-? 

?No, Sasha.  I need to speak with you.  Cash can 
handle this.? 

We made our way silently through the streets to my 
hotel. 

I decided to brave asking a few questions; all he 
could really do was to not answer or to kill me, right? 

?So what kind are you?? 

?Excuse me?? 

?Vampire.  What kind of vampire are you?? 

?How do you know that I am?? 

?Do you always answer a question with a question?? 

?Do you?? 

?Touché.? 

?I?m Gangrel.  Their Primogen.? 

?Gangrel? That brings to mind images of David 
Heath.? 

?Who?? 

?David Heath.?  At his blank look, I continued.  ?Of 
the Brood?  Do you ever watch wrestling?? 

?Not really a fan.? 

?Oh.?  We walked on silently for a few more 
moments. 

?So how do you know about Kindred?? 

?What?? 

?Kindred.  Vampires.? 

?Oh? I grew up in Sunnydale.? 

?The Hellmouth.? 

?Yep.? 

?That must suck.? 

?Immensely?especially if you?re a vampire.? 

?Wha-  That was horrible.? 

?I know.  Not really much for the quips and retorts 
anymore.? 

?Yeah, there?s nothing quite like trying to end the 
world to change that about a person.? 

?How did-? 

?I heard.  A lot of people know.  That?s a hazard of 
being powerful in this world.? 

?Oh.  Well? I guess this is my stop.? 

?Yeah, it is.  So I should probably get going.? 

?Yeah, you probably should.? 

?Goodbye.? 

?Bye.? 

We stared at one another for a few moments.  
Silently, he softly kissed my cheek before leaving. 

As I stared at his retreating form, I raised my hand 
to my face, brushing my fingers over the spot his lips 
had touched. 

Then I opened my door, went inside?and never 
looked back. 

Now I?m stuck back here in Sunnyhell, forever 
trapped with the memory of what I can never have. 

What a trip, huh? 


The End