BtVS - Season 5 - The Body - Buffy
The Artist’s Hands
As much as she hated to admit that Spike was right about anything, Buffy couldn’t ignore the vampire’s words. “Death is your art,” he’d said. “You make it with your hands, day after day.” For five years she’d painted dusty masterpieces in Sunnydale’s cemeteries.
Her hands had brought death to thousands of demons and vampires since her fifteenth birthday. They bore calluses from wielding wooden stakes and sword shafts no amount of moisturizer erased.
She’d caressed male flesh, stroked a sister’s cheek, and comforted friends as best she could – but her hands couldn’t bring life back to her mother’s body.