My name is Willow Rosenberg-McClay. I am eighty-nine years old this year, and I am the last. The last of what you ask? Let me tell you... when I was sixteen years old, I met Buffy Summers. Yes, yes, that Buffy Summers, the best Slayer in the history of the Council.

At first it was Xander Harris, Rupert Giles, and myself that hung with Buffy. Angel, Cordelia Chase, and Daniel Osbourne joined us for awhile, but soon they left. Then Anya Jenkins, Spike, Tara McClay, and Riley Finn joined the Scoobies.

If you want a reference for that, look up the cartoon from the 1970's called Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?.

Back to the story, okay? Riley left us and then Buffy died to save the world. Yeah, she really died. We buried her next to her mother and everything, but we decided to bring her back. I brought her back. I'm the one that did it, pulled her from heaven. She didn't tell us, not right away. Not till Xander called that singing demon to Sunnydale and she sang all her secrets out to us. We knew Spike was in love with her. Yes, when I say Spike, I mean William the Bloody.

Ah, Spike! A vampire who for years wanted to kill Buffy, but then fell in love with her. How did Giles put it again?  'A vampire in love with a Slayer? It's rather poetic, in a maudlin sort of way'.  He told me that later, after they disappeared. Hold on; let me get back to the story. Soon after Buffy let it slip that we'd pulled her from heaven, we woke up one day and she was gone. It took us a couple of days to realize that Spike was missing, too.

Strange thing is that nothing was missing except the clothes that they were wearing. Okay, so Spike always wore the same damned thing; that duster of his, black jeans, a black t-shirt, and boots. It was like the two of them disappeared off the face of the earth. Everyone we contacted denied having anything to do with the disappearance. And we contacted everyone... the Council of Watchers, the local demons, Angel even contacted WRH and threatened them, but they denied all involvement vehemently. Giles took custody of Dawn after that.

After a few months, the Council got Faith paroled and she took over her duties as the Slayer. She died in the battle with the First, you know. We'd just gotten to be friends again. We all mourned her just as much as we did Buffy when she died. Another girl was called, but we couldn't deal with it anymore. Giles and Dawn moved to England where she became a Watcher. She even got herself her own Slayer a couple of years before she died of cancer. Giles died thirty years ago. I guess it all finally caught up with him. I really miss Giles. The G-man.

Tara and I followed Giles and Dawn to England. We got involved with the coven. My lovely Tara died last year. I miss her so much. Thank-you for the handkerchief. Xander and Anya moved to Spokane, Washington. I believe their grandchildren still live there. I lost contact after they both died fifteen years ago in a car crash. Stupid drunk drivers.

Angel's still in L.A., but Cordelia and Wesley are both gone, too. I guess it's just me and Angel left. Maybe I'll give him a call when I'm done here. Talk about old times.

Now, back to Spike and Buffy. No trace was ever found of them, but I have a secret. It's a doozy. Do you promise not to tell? Okay, here goes. Tara and I went to Xander and Anya's funeral. The preacher- and I'm sure he was a nice guy, but he was b-o-o-oring. Anyway, he was droning on and on and on. So, I was scanning the crowd and you'll never believe what I saw. Or I should say who I saw. And the crazy thing is they looked exactly the same as they did when they disappeared. At first, I thought they were ghosts, but then Spike caught my eye and he winked at me.

Yes, he winked at me. Then, he leaned in to kiss Buffy right on the neck.

That was when I knew that they had run away. Left everybody and everything behind. I could tell by the look on her face that there was no coercion involved. Buffy had left us willingly and with Spike, the vampire she professed to hate. At first, I thought Spike had vamped Buffy, but then she stepped out of the church into the bright sunlight while he stayed behind. And that's when I realized something!

I messed up the resurrection spell. I had made her immortal and she left before she had to watch us all grow old and DIE ON HER.

I couldn't stay mad. Oh, I wanted to be, but I couldn't. I tried to remember Giles' funeral, but the years have weighed heavily on me. Now, I wonder if they'd been there to send the Watcher off, or maybe just to make sure no one did the same thing to him.

I hope they come to my funeral. I don't think I want to live forever.

Now, shoo. I want to call Angel and talk about old times.