Hey, so this is my first Buffy fic EVER! so i hope you all like it :D so to put it short, this is what i imagine would have happened after BtVS season 7 (ignoring everything that has EVER happened in Angel... cause iv never watched a single episode of that shit:P)

Summary- 3 years after the destruction of Sunnydale, New Sunnydale has been built right next to the crater of the Final Battle. Suddenly, Slayers are dieing all over the world as the Seers talk about an impending apocalypse. All the remaining Slayers are sent to Sunnydale, California... to the Hellmouth, to fight the newest Big Bad. New Slayers, new enemies, old friends and foes... but who to trust? A prophecy has been made... that the Third Slayer will stop the nd of the world... but who is it!

Rating- Teen for now... probably will take it up a notch later on

Disclaimer- All Buffy characters belong to our lord and master (Daniel&Blue: FOAMY!)... erm, no... Josh Whedon... (Daniel&Blue: oh... ok :P)... Anyway... Josh owns all the original characters (which i loath him for btw... lol just kiddin), but the new characters (e.g. new Slayers) BELONG TO ME! AND ME ALONE! TRY AND STEAL THEM AND FACE MY WRATH! (Daniel&Blue singing : Squirelly Wrath! Squirelly Wrath! Squirelly Wrath!)... SHUT U YOU TWO!

p.s. So this chapter is kinda like the part before the theme tune (buffy theme tune starts playin)... k, they get it! (theme tune stops)... so before the theme tune of the FIRST EPISODE! i will be updatin in sections (so the whole episode wont be done all at once) and at the end it will say if the episode has ended or not... understand? (all: yes!)

gd gd... Hit it intro guy:P (just had to say that)


(Music: Evanescence - Before the Dawn…)

Sunnydale 2006

Buffy woke with a start. Sweat running down her face. Her body shaking. Her heart racing. It had felt so real…

She looked beside her. There he lay. Angel…

After preventing their biggest apocalypse yet, against the First Evil, they had got back together. But she knew he was not the man she wanted. The man she wanted was out of her reach… now… and forever.

Spike… William

She had always half-hoped she would turn to find Spike holding her in his sleep… but she never did.

Because he was gone… he'd never be back… never…

Every night Buffy would wake up. Wake up from a dream in which she was reunited with the man she loved… yes, loved… but every night, she would be torn from that dream… sweating, shaking and feeling worse than ever.

"But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but…after that. Every night after that. I'd see it all again. I'd do something different. Faster, more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways. Every night I save you."

That was what he had said to her when she was brought back… now she knew how he felt… because now, she did the same… every night… every night she'd save him.

But then, she'd wake up.

Buffy would roll off of the bed she and Angel shared in his mansion, one of the only buildings that hadn't gone down with Sunnydale. She'd pull Spike's black leather duster from her bag and put it on… letting herself drown in the feel of the leather… letting herself be in Spike's arms again…

Sometimes, for a second she actually felt as if he were there… holding her in his strong arms… but just for a second. But just that second, gave her comfort that no one else could give her… not Angel, not Dawn, none of the Scoobies…

Small tears silently ran down her cheeks. She didn't mind. But knowing how she lost the man she had loved most in her entire life… not because he left her, like every other man she had loved, but because she was unable to save him… unable to tell him that she loved him when it mattered the most. That hurt more than she could ever describe…

"No you don't. But thanks for saying it."

That's what he had said to her. That's what he said when she finally told him she loved him. She couldn't exactly blame him either… she had never given him a reason to believe her.

She wrapped the duster around her tighter. As if to close out all the pain of the world.

She breathed in the smell of the leather. Inhaling his scent. As if it were her drug… her drug to keep alive… But the smell was slowly fading… fading out of her reach… just like he had.

She looked down at her hand. The one in which she had held his the last time. The burns had nearly healed completely. There were only small scorchy-scars in between her fingers. In a couple months, even they would be gone… then she wouldn't have anything left.

Buffy just wanted them back…

the smell…

the scars…

the man she loved…

Spike…


Ok... if you havent already noticed... yes, major Spuffy fic (since im a fan of Spike :P)... and yes, he's still dead (cause all the things that happened in Angel... well, neva happened!)

I would appretiate reviews:D

Alex

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