The End, Epilogue
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: PG 13. Lots of fighting and killing stuff.
Plus, theres
violence between Buffy and Mya. He-he-he.
Authors Note: Yes I do realize that there have been
and still are a
lot of beginning of Season Three fanfics out there. Im
posting it
anyway. Oh, and Im a total die-hard B/A fan. So
dont worry,
everythings going to be fine for him and Buffy. Well,
maybe.
Feedback: Yes! In fact its required! If
you dont send feedback,
Ill sick Angelus on you. Oooh, thatd be really
nice. No, actually I
cant, because
Disclaimer: I dont own him! Or Buffy, Angel,
Giles, Willow, Joyce,
and everyone else. Theyre all in here. I dont
even own Angels
nickname of Peaches. Thats some other authors
and I dont remember
their name. The only thing I own is Mya. Shes
mine. I created her.
That and the plot. Thats mine too. All the
Buffyverse people belong
to Joss Whedon and anyone else who legally owns them.
Epilogue
Buffy fell through
the vortex. Patches of color surrounded her. One
moment, she was in pitch black and then next was surrounded by
bright
orange and green. She closed her eyes and then hit the
ground in a
painful thud. Taking in a deep breath, she lay still with
her eyes
still closed. She stayed like that for a moment until a
familiar voice
rang through the air.
Okay, I know
this is hell and all, but this, this is too mean,
Angelus muttered. Buffy looked up at him in all of his
leather panted
glory.
Oh, shit,
Buffy hissed. Im so going to kill that bitch.
Nice language,
Slayer, Angelus commented. And by the way,
welcome
to hell.
*****
Angel opened his
eyes, startled. He looked around, confused, then
remembered he was over at Giless. The events of the
night sunk back to
him, and instead of wishing for Buffy, he thought, *What a weird
dream.*
He-he-he-he. That is all I have to say. Well, that
and stay tuned for
the sequel.
Little Slayer