The End, Chapter Two ~ The

From: "Little Slayer" <>

Author: Little Slayer
Title:  The End
Distribution:  Anyone can have it.  Just ask.
Rating: Well, it’s a prologue.  There isn’t really anything bad in it.
PG, for now.  There is some violence, a lot of vampires die.
Author’s Note:  Yes I do realize that there have been and still are a
lot of beginning of Season Three fanfics out there.  I’m posting it
anyway.  Oh, and I’m a total die-hard B/A fan.  So don’t worry,
everything’s going to be fine for him and Buffy.  Well, maybe.
Feedback:  Yes!  In fact it’s required!  If you don’t send feedback,
I’ll sick Angelus on you.  Oooh, that’d be really nice.  No, actually I
can’t, because…
Disclaimer:  I don’t own him!  Or Buffy, Angel, Giles, Willow, Joyce,
and everyone else.  They’re all in here.  I don’t even own Angel’s
nickname of Peaches.  That’s some other author’s and I don’t remember
their name.  The only thing I own is Mya.  She’s mine.  I created her.
That and the plot.  That’s mine too.  All the Buffyverse people belong
to Joss Whedon and anyone else who legally owns them.
Just for the heck of it:  Furbies are the Re-incarnations of Yeerks.
Kill the FURBIES!! ~ Jill P., the head of FMD: Furbies Must Die.

Chapter Two, The Realization

        Buffy’s entire mind was whirling.  There, right in front of her, was
Angel.  The man that she loved utterly and completely; the man she ran
through with a sword.  She swallowed hard and a new sensation ran
through her body.  One of warning, of danger.  Her newly enhanced
Slayer’s sense was going nuts.  Ignoring the weird looks she was
receiving, she closed her eyes and concentrated.  Vampires were close
and they were moving farther away in a group.
        “Dru?” she asked, turning slightly so she wasn’t facing Angel anymore.
“Something’s wrong.  I can feel it.  Something’s going on.”
        “I know, I can see something,” the confused vampire muttered.  She
looked at Whistler.  “I thought the prophecy wasn’t supposed to start
for another week or so.”  Whistler frowned and nodded.
        “Yeah.  Not another week.  What are you two picking up on the radar?”
he asked.  Buffy and Drusilla’s eyes met for a moment and they answered
        “Well, obviously, but where?” Spike said.  The four were now consulting
each other, and everyone else in the library looked on in great
curiosity.  *They work well as a team,* Giles thought.  *But will they
be able to handle us with them?*
        “I’m not sure,” Drusilla started.
        “But they’re heading away from the school,” Buffy finished.  Quickly
thinking of a plan, Buffy took charge of the situation.  “We’ll need to
find out where they’re going, and fast.  Then we’ll hit them, and hard.”
        “Okay, let’s move,” Whistler said.
        “We’re going with,” Angel said.  “If it’s big, you’ll need back-up.”
        “We’ll be fine without you, Peaches,” Spike hissed.
        “Spike!” Buffy scolded.  The bleached-blonde vampire visibly jumped a
small bit and looked apologetically at Buffy.  “If you can manage on
your own, then come.  If you need me to baby-sit, then don’t bother,”
Buffy said to the others.  Angel merged from the others and into Buffy’s
group, Mya followed Angel and soon did the others.
        “Oh this is going to be great fun,” Whistler mumbled.  Then louder,
“Hey Angel-buddy, can you do better than three rounds with a fruit fly?”
        “I don’t know, you trained me,” Angel replied.  Buffy looked at
Whistler with a raised eyebrow then went into full Slayer mode.
        “We need to move, and now,” she said and then headed out of the doors.
Spike and Dru followed behind her, and the others brought up the rear.
        “Oh yeah, tons of fun,” Whistler repeated as he let the library doors
swing behind him.


        As they neared the Bronze, Buffy felt the fledgling long before any of
the others even saw him.  She took off in a trot and Spike and Dru moved
silently behind her.  Angel watched Buffy’s movements and knew when she
sensed the vampire almost immediately.  He could see how her body moved
through the dark with predatory gracefulness and how she was totally
focused on her surroundings.  He glanced over at Mya, who was just doing
what he was doing.  She didn’t look around.  Where he went, she
followed.  And if they happened upon a vampire, it seemed almost as if
he always made the first move.  That wasn’t right.  *What did I see in
her?* Angel asked himself about Mya.
        “AH!”  Angel snapped out of his haze to see a young fledgling be
slammed against an alley wall by Buffy.
        “What do you know,” she hissed.  Spike stood to her left and Drusilla
to her right, both of them had their game faces on and were growling a
low warning to the vampire.
        “About what?” the young vampire asked feebly.  He obviously wasn’t used
to this kind of enemy and knew Buffy was stronger than he.
        “Where are the others?” Buffy almost growled.  “Where the hell are
        “I don’t…” he started to reply.  Buffy tightened her grip around the
vampire’s throat and pulled out a stake.  “The Bronze!  They’re planning
an attack to help for the prophecy.  The Slayer isn’t as strong as the
last one…”  He stopped when he noticed Mya near by.
        “Do you know who I am?” Buffy asked quietly.  He nodded.  “Who do you
work for?  And if you lie to me, I’ll peel off your skin like a banana
        “Trick.  I work for Mr. Trick.” the vampire muttered.  Buffy dropped
him onto the ground and looked at Spike and Dru with confusion.
        “Trick…didn’t he work for Kekistoes?” Buffy asked.  Spike nodded.  “I
thought he was dead.”
        “I told you there was no guarantee that the blast killed all of them,”
Whistler said.  Buffy nodded and turned around, plunging a stake into
the fledgling’s back.
        “Let’s get going, they’ll start feeding soon,” she said and then turned
to head to the Bronze.  The rest of them followed and Mya tapped Angel
on the arm.
        “What?” he whispered.
        “Who is she?” Mya asked.  Angel looked sadly at Buffy and sighed.
        “Ask her,” he replied and picked up his pace a little.


        Buffy’s pace slowed as she neared the Bronze and she surveyed the area.
>From the ways to get in, she knew they were going to have to spit up.
Quickly, she glanced back at the others and drew in a deep breath.  She
was used to giving orders to Spike, Dru, and Whistler, but what about
the others?  She had sent them to their deaths enough when she was there
before…what about now?
        “There’s two ways to get in,” she started.
        “Well, three if you count the sky-light,” Angel said.  She looked at
him with a dangerous look that she immediately wanted to take back.  She
turned her gaze from him and looked at her team.
        “Three ways to get in.  Spike, you take the rear.  Dru, you and
Whistler take the front.  I’ll surprise them from the roof.”  She looked
at the Bronze and then at them again.  “Shall we?”
        “What about us?” Giles asked.  Buffy froze then looked at him.
        “I’m not in charge of you guys.  Do what you want,” she replied evenly.
        “Yeah, but you’re leading this attack.  We should know what to do so we
don’t get in the way or something,” Oz pointed out.  “We don’t want to
get the wrong end of the stake.”  Buffy thought for a moment then
        “Okay.  Xander, you and Cordelia take the back with Spike.  Dru, you go
with them.  The rest of you, go with Whistler.”  She looked for protests
then started to climb to the roof.
        “Why should I take orders from you?” Mya asked suddenly.
        “Mya,” Angel whispered.
        “Why?” Mya asked again, ignoring Angel.  Buffy faced her and annoyance
flashed over her features.
        “I don’t give a flying leap what you do,” Buffy shot back.
        “Then why are you leading this little crusade?  I’m the Slayer, I
should.” Mya retorted.  Buffy shook her head and snorted.
        “I should have known.  You’re Faith’s replacement.”
        “Who was Faith?” Mya asked.
        “The Slayer before you.  I was there when she died.  Kekistoes got her
before I could get across the factory.  I killed him for it though.  And
if Whistler here hadn’t stopped me, I would’ve killed Dru on sight.”
        “Why?” Mya asked again.
        “She killed Kendra…her demon did anyway.”  Buffy looked at Drusilla and
smiled.  “But she’s not the same monster anymore.  I trust her with my
life.”  With another annoyed look at Mya, she finished.  “Can we save
these people now?  They aren’t going to sit around forever.”
        “Who are you?” Mya asked.
        “Mya, you’ve been the Slayer for how long now?”
        “Seven and a half months.”  Buffy nodded.
        “Well, in ’97, there was this one Slayer who went to kill the Master
here.  She ended up drowning in a small pool of water, but two of her
friends rescued her.  During that time, Kendra was called.  She was the
Slayer before Faith.  You’ve been the Slayer for seven and a half months
now.  Congratulations.  That’s difficult to do on the Hellmouth.”  She
turned to climb up to the roof again and this time, didn’t listen to Mya
when she asked her who she was again.  Angel started up after Buffy.
        “She never answered my question,” Mya complained.  Angel looked down at
the Slayer and realized he knew who she reminded him of.  The gypsy that
he had killed and was then cursed with his soul.  The one who was dumb
as a post.
        “She’s that Slayer Mya,” he called down her.  “Her friends were me and
        "Oh," Mya replied as Angel continued to climb up to Buffy's side.  Then
she remembered something Willow had told her.  Angel had been in love
with the Slayer before Kendra.  He had been in love with Buffy and
probably still was.  "Oh," she repeated, much more quietly."

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