The Return, Chapter One ~ The Truth
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Author: Little Slayer
Title: The Return
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Authors Note: Sequel to The End.
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Disclaimer: I dont own him! Uh, her. Or Buffy, Angel, Giles, Willow,
Joyce, and everyone else. Theyre all in here. I dont own Angels
nickname of Peaches. The only thing I own is Mya. Shes mine. I
created her. And so I can easily destroy the skanky little uh, oops.
All the Buffyverse people belong to Joss Whedon and anyone else who
legally owns them. Anybody who has been either A) mentioned on BtVS, or
B) seen on BtVS, I dont own. I do own a few people but am too tired to
Chapter One, The Truth
Angel paced back
and forth in his house. The dream he had the previous
night had thoughts going through his mind a mile a minute. And what
bothered him the most, is that it made more sense to think Buffy had
been sucked into hell than that she had died. He shook his head. No.
She was dead and it had been six months. He had finally started acting
normal again. Everyone was glad. Well, everyone but Whistler. He had
left right away after Buffy died. That was something that puzzled him
too, but it wasnt unusual that Whistler disappeared for a while. Hed
done it before. But then Drusilla had shown up and told him not to get
over Buffy, not to forget her. And specifically, not to trust Mya. And
after that, nobody had seen the two vampires again. He remembered it
It had been a week
since Buffys death and Angel hadnt left his house
at all in that time. A few people, namely Joyce, Giles, and Mya had
shown up to comfort him, but he didnt respond to them much. When Mya
had last visited, she said shed be over that night, so when he heard
the knock on the door, he thought it was her.
Come in, he called out lifelessly. Drusilla opened the door and
walked in with a painful smirk on her face.
You should be careful who you invite in Angel. I would think youd
know that the best, she whispered. How have you been?
How the hell do you think? he shot at her angrily. She raised an
Well, with how much Myas been dropping by she said slowly. Angel
glared at her and sunk lower into his chair.
Whats that supposed to mean?
What do you think? Dru asked. He huffed out an exasperated breath.
Dru was playing head games and he wasnt interested.
Do you have a reason to be here in specific? he growled out.
Yes. As a matter of fact, I do. Whistler left for England. Im not
sure when hell be back. In fact, hes requested that Spike and I join
him. Angel looked up confused.
And I care because? he asked annoyed.
Dont get over her, Dru said suddenly. Angel blinked as if he didnt
Buffy. Dont get over her. I cant go into details, I just cant. I
dont even know them myself. But dont get over her. And if you ever
cared about her at all, dont forget that she loves you.
Loved. Shes dead, Angel said bitterly.
Loves, Drusilla repeated. Loves.
Mya said she died. Buffy is unable to love anymore. Shes dead.
Well, thats your problem. Dont trust Mya. All shes doing with any
of you is screwing with your minds. Dont trust her, because if you do,
well, itll turn around and bite you in the ass. With that, Drusilla
got up and left, leaving Angel extremely confused and deep in thought.
Angel sat down in
his chair in an angry huff. *What the hell did she
mean?* he thought. *But maybe thats just it. Hell.* Angel stood up
and went over to his closet as fast as he could. He pulled on his boots
and then his leather trench coat. He had a watcher to see.
Are you sure?
Giles asked. He looked at Whistler, who had
disappeared months ago, hopefully. The little demon nodded his head.
As sure as shes not a natural blonde, Whistler said. Buffys
But if shes alive, then Mya lied to us, Giles said slowly.
Yup. As a matter of fact, Mya is responsible for Buffys death.
Giless eyes opened wide and he sat, slowly, in a nearby chair.
What? he asked softly.
Im sorry Watcher, but I have proof. I knew something was up as soon
as Dru called me and told me she was having visions about Mya killing
Buffy. Add Buffys dream that Mya pushed her into a vortex into hell,
well, I decided to do something. I got a video camera, a small one,
from a demon who owed me big. I gave it to Spike, cause hes good at
hiding things, and they set it up.
They? Giles asked, barely staying focused. Buffy, she was alive.
Spike and Dru. They set it up and I got it right after the battle.
Giles looked up confused.
Well, as soon as Mya came out and told us that Buffy died, I forgot
about the camera. But then everyone started crying and Angel looked
Whistler felt sorry
for Angel. He looked down on the poor guy who
looked like his heart was just dug out of his chest with a spoon. *With
a spoon?* Whistler thought. *Ive been spending way too much time with
Uh, well, Ill stick around and clean up. You guys should probably
go, get some rest, Whistler said quietly. Spike, get Dru home. Ill
see you two in a while. They nodded and Spike led Drusilla down the
hall. Oz slowly guided the sobbing Willow after them, followed by
Xander and Cordelia. Giles and Whistler stared down at Angel for a
Maybe you ought to bring him with you, Whistler suggested. You
never know what he might try to do. Giles nodded and knelt down by
Angel? Giles asked quietly. Come on, Angel, its time to leave.
Angel barely heard him, but stood and continued to stare into space.
Giles walked down the hall, Angel following silently behind him.
Ill help clean up, Mya said cheerfully.
For someone who just watched her sister in battle die you seem awfully
cheerful, Whistler said slowly.
That was my
first clue that Mya had lied through her teeth, Whistler
said. Giles nodded, he remembered that night clearly. He remembered
the unsettling feeling that had twisted around in his stomach when he
saw Mya come out with a barely contained look of glee on her face. He
had just thought she was happy that she had managed to save the world.
Yes, she did seem a bit off, Giles said slowly.
That was only the beginning Whistler said, continuing his story.
Whistler walked in
and looked around the place. He saw, at the base of
each stair case, smoky remains of a vortex into hell. Puzzled, he took
a step closer to the one on the left to investigate. Yellow slime and
bits of green flesh were on the ground by that one. The only thing that
was by the other vortex was a hair clip with bits of blonde hair in it.
Buffys hair clip. He remembered his conversation with Spike while they
waited for the battle to be over.
I hid it up in the stacks. In the second row, theres a shelf of blue
books. Its the only brown one. The title is I Spy With My Little
Eye, Spike had said. Whistler walked up the right stair case and
looked closely at the bookshelf that had a great view of the library.
Just as Spike had said, there was a shelf with all blue books. All
except the small brown book in the middle with the title I Spy With My
Little Eye. He peered closely at it and saw the small lens protruding a
bit from the word Spy. He pulled it out and opened the book, revealing
a small camera and a small screen to play the tape on. He hit a button
to rewind the tape and watched as his figure walked around then Myas
re-entered and then, out of nowhere, the battle scene erupted onto the
screen. He pushed another button and looked closely at the screen with
wide eyes as the demon was slain by Buffy, as the two vortexs opened,
as one swallowed the demon, and as Buffy stood in front of the other.
He found himself willing with all of his might, that what he saw next,
he hadnt. Mya stepped behind Buffy and raised her hands to push the
petite blonde. At the last possible second, Buffy whirled around, only
to be shoved into hell. Whistler watched, dumbfounded as Mya smirked
victoriously and as she walked out of the library. He continued to
stare as his own image walked across the screen then as it faded into
black. Mya had broken one of the most cherished rules of being a
Slayer. Not to abuse your powers for anything other than the good of
the world. She had just done it. She had just pushed the worlds only
hope for survival into hell. Detached, he hurried around the library
and cleaned it with unnatural speed. He had to get to the council as
soon as possible, and didnt need to be waiting around there forever
cleaning up after a battle.
Giles took in
everything that Whistler had just said to him. Buffy was
alive. Mya had pushed her into hell. The Council knew about it.
Why didnt you tell us? Giles asked after a while when he found his
I couldnt. My orders were direct from the Council. I had gotten a
hold of them when I had first suspected Mya may have been up to
something. They told me that if my fears were realized, to get to
England as soon as possible. It wasnt until after I had gotten there
had I even thought about Spike or Drusilla. Weve been working for a
while, looking for the spell to get Buffy out of hell. We finally found
it about a week ago. We know she isnt in any danger, weve gotten a
hold of a demon named Crenshaw. Hes in charge of the section Buffy had
gotten pulled into. He said shes gotten adjusted pretty well, trains
every day, has been learning magic
This is all very nice, but I dont care what shes doing there. What
I do care about, sir, is why the hell she isnt here! Giles exploded.
We need your help with the spell. Were getting out two bodies, and
we need your knowledge of the occult. Giles nodded a small nod.
What does the Council plan to do about Mya? he asked carefully.
Whistler sighed and looked away for a moment.
All they are going to do, is take away her powers, Whistler said.
Well, that, and then give Buffy full options on what to do. Half of
them wouldnt mind if Buffy killed her. Theyve already done the spell.
It should be going into effect soon. Giles nodded.
When do we do the spell? he asked.
Sunset, Whistler said. Heres the stuff we need you to take care
of. Whistler handed him a sheet of paper and got up to walk out the
doors. Oh, and Watcher? Giles looked up at him. Dont tell
anybody, not even Angel. Thats not up to us. Thats up to her.
Giles nodded and the demon once again disappeared into the crowded halls
of Sunnydale High.
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