"All she saw was the darkness stretching ahead of her, and she wondered if that was what love was like. Unpredictable and dark, impenetrably dark. Was love something that a person could become lost in? Was it something that swallowed someone whole, consumed them and ripped them apart, until they were nothing but scraps of silver hung in the heavens?" Waking the Dead by Annie Sewell-Jennigns.
Oooh, I love Buffy fanfiction. You can find it here - no telling how long it will be on line now.