Synopsis: Welcome to the real world. As Glory prepares to
re-enter her kingdom in hell, Buffy and her friends must find a
way to prevent the real world from collapsing. A post-"The
Weight of the World" BtVS episode B/S fanfic.
Note: I also wrote something about Doc in my previous
fanfics
Date Written: Tuesday, 15 May, 2001 : 11:22:00 PM
Credits: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is a property by Joss
Whedon and the powers that be.
Characters: Buffy Willow Xander Tara
Glory Ben Murk Giles Doc
Spike
***
"Very good sir," said Murk to Ben, "Now we can
proceed with the bloodletting." A pentagram was drawn in the
middle of the room, candles lighted in each corner.
Ben knew that sacrificing Dawn was the only way to finally get
rid of Glory. He may not exist after all these, but he felt that
Glory would look after him once she regained her power. There was
no denying that a connection was formed between human and god.
After the endless struggle over humanity and the control of his
body, they now agreed on something. Ben would adhere to Glory's
plans and she would grant him immortality. Ben could only hope
that he made the right decision.
"Glorificus would be extremely happy with your
forthcoming," addressed Glory's minion.
"Ben, please..." begged Dawn, "Don't do
this," tears started to roll in her cheeks. She thought of
her sister, her mom, her dad. They may say she was the Key, as
old and powerful as the beast, but deep inside her she was just a
kid, with the whole world in front of her. She had a bright
future, but now all she can see was darkness.
A blinding glint flashed before her eyes. Dawn squinted. The head
minion handed Ben something: a pointed object with a sharp
double-edged blade. A dagger.
"Don't worry," said Ben quietly.
"It'll soon be over..." continued by a newly morphed
Glory, standing in front of her.
part two.
Buffy stared at Giles. It was the one thing that she's afraid of,
hearing the same thoughts she had the whole time. Hearing if from
her watcher: You must kill Dawn. It shouldn't end this way. Dawn
was her sister, her family, her only link to reality. To kill
Dawn meant preventing dimensions from collapsing. It meant saving
the universe from total chaos. Dawn's death meant reality as we
know it would continue to exist. But what kind of reality would
it be without her sister?
"And don't forget that Ben and Glory is one and the
same," reminded Xander absent-mindedly. He mulled over this
idea ever since he can remember, which was literally a few hours
ago. Spike constantly reminded him and the Scoobies of the fact,
but it just would not registered to them. Here it was again,
popping out of his mind and he can't seemed to stop saying it
aloud.
Willow felt the same thing, why wouldn't they remember such an
important fact? It may be the answer they'd been looking for.
Willow was worried that these memory lapses might be the after
effects of things to come. She looked over Tara, who was sitting
beside her staring intently at the box that Spike and Xander
retrieved from the old magic guy. Why does Tara seemed fixated
with the box? Willow asked herself.
"So if Glory is Ben and Ben is Glory," Willow tried to
analyze the situation, "All we have to do is kill the human
vessel, right?"
"It would be my pleasure," said Spike eagerly,
"The thing is, I got this sodding chip in my nuggin'!"
"That's exactly correct," said Giles in response to
Willow's earlier statement. "But let us consider for a
moment that Ben is a human being. And killing him isn't exactly
the best option."
"And what more option do you want?" glared Spike,
"You want to save Ben instead of Dawn? Is that it?" he
added. Spike doesn't understand why they have to debate over
who's going to live and who's going to die. "Don't forget
that Dawn is human too. And between him and Dawn... I'd choose
one of my own anytime," said Spike exasperated.
Buffy was surprised to hear Spike regarded Dawn as one of his
own. Dawn wasn't exactly human, but she definitely was not
dead, yet. Maybe what Spike meant was, one of his
own friends. Whatever it was, Buffy dismissed the thought
altogether since it was not as important as to what they must do.
"Spike is right," agreed Buffy. "There's no time
to be considerate. We must act now." Buffy knew what to do.
She would do what all other Slayers were born to do. Death was
her gift, and she will use that gift even if it meant an ultimate
sacrifice.
Tara looked out of the door and murmured, "It's
time..."
***
An old gentleman skittered to an old factory warehouse. His long
overcoat almost touched the ground, his reptilian tail protruded
at his back, and a pair of black eyes guided him to his
destination.
Doc approached the warehouse. "The time has come..."
