African Summer
By Jen

o_o_sunday Challenge:  moving

He didn’t know how long he’d lain exhausted and aching in the cave, but it felt like a lifetime. At some point local tribesmen came to see what had become of him and carried him out. Someone knew what he was—they brought him blood to revive his broken body.

He wrestled with his soul, a conflict that made the process of winning it seem like child’s play.

All the while he thought of Buffy. Knew he had to return to her, to atone. To try, at least.