The End, Chapter Two ~ The
Realization
From: "Little Slayer" <little_slayer@hotmail.com>
Author: Little Slayer
Email: little_slayer@hotmail.com
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
simultaneously.
“Vampires.”
“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
they?!”
“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
peel.”
“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
nodded.
“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
Xander.”
"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."