Send Me to Hell

Summary: A vision of great evil in the night convinces Dawn Summers she must do what no human has ever willingly done before: go to hell. Why? To champion for the permanency of Sourge of Europe's soul.

Chapter One-Distrubing Visions

Flame covered meteors rained from the LA sky. Screams could be heard throughout the night as bodies littered the streets. The world was burning and Angelus is on the prowl.

A large demon, The Beast, is dead by Angelus' hand. Faith never stood a chance against the vampire. Her neck was snapped and her blood drained. Her body fell to concrete with sickening slowness. Angelus let loose an evil laugh.

"One down." He drawls as he turns to Wesley. The ex-Watcher still on the ground. He is quickly disposed of. Eaten. Angelus pats his stomach leisurely as he strolls away. Back to Angel Investigations.

A black man and a small burnette are standing back to back in an attempt to protect one another from the taunting Angelus. Their eyes dart around the room for the missing Angelus. In their panic, they miss the vampire lifting an abnormally large blade-Angel's broadsword. Both are suddenly impaled. The large blade passes through the black man and then into the small burnette. They die together. Angelus does not bother to drink. He is too full.

Cordelia and a young teenage boy are next. Angelus takes his time with the young man. Jeering and taunting him about his lineage, his fears are all laid out at his feet. Much to Angelus' enjoyment, the young man fights back. Cordelia is unconcious in the corner. Angelus is weighing the ups and downs of killing her. He needs a Seer. It would be benefical. As he snaps his son's neck, he decides that he will keep her. Angelus lifts Cordelia into his arms and throws her into his car.

"Sunnydale awaits." He says, gleefully. Already, he is formulating a plan. His mansion is still standing. He will tie his Seer up there.

Sunnydale is in ruins. Dead bodies, including those of her friends, cover the streets. But still Buffy and she are still fighting. Angelus makes quick work of Dawn, ignoring Buffy's pained screams as she is forced to watch. With a sickening likeness to Angel, he carresses Buffy's cheek before ending her life.

When Angelus returns to his mansion, he finds his Seer missing. Enraged, he charges the rooms of his mansion. His childe left a scent behind. With a cruel smile, Angelus exits.

When he reappears, it is in Spike's crypt. He can hear the sounds of his Seer's heart beat and the steady push and pull of her breathing. He becomes enraged once more as he realizes that his Seer's heart beats are slowing and her breathing is becoming more shallow.

"Spike!" He roars as he kicks the cyrpt door down. Cordelia's body falls to the floor. The epic battle that Spike had long been waiting for with his sire ends quickly. Spike is ashes. Angelus looks once more at his Seer's cold body and roars in rage. Dawn awakes.

Buffy Summers jerked awake from her bed as a tortured scream rang through her house. She almost knocked over Willow in her haiste to reach her sister. The small blonde throws open her sister's bedroom door to see her sitting up in bed. Her eyes wide and wild, darting around the room. Finally, her sister's green eyes lock on hers.

Buffy swallows. For a few months, since November eleventh, Dawn had been having visions of the future. It was how the blonde Slayer found out about Connor, Angel's son.

The phone inside Angel Investigations rang. Cordelia raced to it, silently praying it was a cilent. The tension in the hotel since Angel's return from his three month torture and Connor's temporary banishment had reached an all time high today. Connor had returned for a brief moment to speak with her. He was still waiting in the living room.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Cordelia," a wide smile stretched across the ex-cheerleader's face at the familiar voice on the other line. It was Dawn Summers, Buffy's sister.

"Dawn!" She cried, enthusatically. Unlike with her older sister, Cordelia did not have to fake her happiness. Her cry drew Angel downstairs. The dark vampire paused at seeing his son sitting on the couch. For a moment, they just looked at one another until Cordelia's voice distracted them. "What?" She sounded so distraught that it brought both men to the table. "When did they start?"

"November eleventh." Dawn answered as she twirled the phone chord around her forefinger and let it loose.

"Oh my God." Cordelia whispered. Her eyes flicked to Connor. November eleventh was the young man's birthday. Angel tensed at the mention and the tone of her voice.

"I'm assuming that the date has significance to you." Dawn continued on, not waiting for an answer. "What I'm calling for is that...in this vision...Angelus is unleashed." Cordelia tensed and looked toward Angel. The dark vampire's eyes were wide and pained. "No one makes it out alive." Angel, if possible, turned even paler and sagged against the archway. Cordelia leans against the counter. "I just wanted to warn you, you know just in case."

"Yeah...thanks."

"Cordelia?"

"Yeah?" The strength in her young friend's voice surprised her for a moment.

"Don't worry. I'm going to do everything I can to prevent it." Cordelia smiled slightly at the younger woman's vow. If anyone could prevent Angelus' rise, a Summers girl could. Usually, though, Cordelia always had her bet on Buffy. "Buffy...wants to..uh..talk to Angel." Cordelia easily passed the phone off to her friend. A small sigh escaped her lips as she saw how happy and apprehensive he looked just talking to his ex-girlfriend. Connor touched her shoulder and quirked an eyebrow. He motioned toward his father and the phone with a small tilt of his head. Cordelia smiled and lead him back into the living room.

"The girl on the phone...she's Dawn Summers. Unlike her sister, she's totally awesome. Recently, she's been having these really awful visions." Cordelia stated as she picked up her cup of coffee. She had gotten over the recycled coffee phase and was now making coffee like a pro. Angel was very thankful.

"Since November eleventh. My birthday." His voice was quiet. Cordelia smiled sadly at her 'son'. "Do they cause her pain? Like yours.." He suddenly wondered. Cordelia's smile fell. She hadn't thought of that.

"I don't think so...she didn't say.." Silence fell over them for a moment. Cordelia was lost in her own ponderings. She didn't like the idea of the youngest Summers girl in anymore pain than she had already faced.

"Can you tell me about her?" Cordelia tilted her head at the question. Connor didn't back down from her gaze, but explained. "It's just...you sounded so happy when..she called. What's so special about her?" Cordelia winced at the question. Connor noticed. "What?"

"Dawn's had quite the hurdles in life." Cordelia said quietly. "But she still remains smiling and still fighting. That's what's special about her. For her to call, this vision must have really spooked her."

Dawn had quietly retreated toward the Magic Box after handing the phone over to Buffy. The money that she had saved from working at a local Sonic was tugged safely in her pocket. She knew what she was looking for.

In the undertones of her vision, Angelus had said the young man's name: Connor. It wasn't his name that bothered her, it was the nickname he had taunted Connor with: The Destroyer. She had heard of him somewhere. Read about him in a book while she had been looking for herself.

With a furrowed brow, Dawn pushed open the door to the Magic Box. Anya came to the counter at the universal tell-tale sign of a customer: the bell strapped to the top of the doorway.

"Hey, Dawn," the younger girl smiled at her sister's friend. Thankful that the ex-vengence demon had dropped her habit of saying "Oh it's you." every time Dawn turned out not to be a customer. "Big bad paid you a call?"

"Yeah, but it was pretty much too the point. Angelus rising from Angel again." Anya crinkled her nose in answer.

"Well, let me know if there's anything you need help with," Anya said. Dawn smiled again. This Anya was more mature than the one that had dated Xander Harris. Her smile stayed as she wandered toward the book shelves.

'Xander kind of seems like a right of passage for all immature women.' Dawn thought with fond amusement. 'Cordelia first. Anya second. Hell, he's even helped Buffy and me grow up a little.' As she wandered through the walls and walls of books, she pushed friends and family related thoughts aside. With admirable focus, she scanned her memory for the book's appearance and location. Slowly, it came to her. 'Second shelf on the left of the store. Black binding and cover, brand new. Gold lettering saying: Dimension Heroes. The title is in Latin.'

"Relax, Buffy, I'm sure Dawn's just at the Magic Box." Willow soothed her frantic friend. Dawn had yet to tell Buffy anything about her vision. All that the blonde Slayer knew came from listening to Dawn's one sided conversation with Cordelia Chase. "You can ask her about the vision when we get there."

Buffy knew that what her friend was saying held a lot of truth. Ever since Dawn found out that she was The Key she would visit the Magic Box on an almost religious basis. When Buffy had confessed her worry for her sister's mental state to Giles one night over the long distance line, Giles had simply sighed and said "at least the books are being read."

Dawn pulled the slightly dusty volume from its place and walked over the table in the back. A small smile graced her face as she sat down. She set her bag down beside her chair and pulled her small notebook from it. With a gentle hand, she opened the cover of the black spined book and began her search. The chapters were simply names awarded. She smiled brightly as she realized that her search wasn't going to be as hard as she thought. There on the last chapter was the name: The Destoryer.

She was so deep in her reading and note-taking that she didn't hear the bell chime or the calls for her name until she was finished with the chapter. She shook her hand out and jumped as Anya appeared from behind the wall of shelves.

"There you are!" Anya exclaimed. "You might want to get out there. They've been calling for you for a good couple of minutes now. Buffy's about ready to search all of Sunnydale for you." Anya's tone was only slightly scolding. Dawn packed up her belongings and moved to return the book. Anya's voice stopped her again, "You can have that you know. For twenty bucks. It's not like anyone other than you is interested in it." Dawn looked back down at the book and then shrugged.

"DAWN!" Her sister shouted, causing the young woman to jump and nearly drop the book. She caught it with her free hand and hollered back.

"I'M COMING!" Anya smiled in amusement as Dawn tugged the money from her pocket and placed it in Anya's hand. "If you can find anymore on The Destoryer, I'll be happy to pay you for every book." Anya's mouth fell open at the young girl's words. Dawn ignored the impatient noises coming from the front while she waited for Anya's answer. Finally, the ex-vengance demon nodded. "Thanks."

"Welcome." Anya said as she followed the younger girl into the front room. The ex-vengance demon couldn't help but be puzzled at the younger woman. Dawn was an oddity in a world of demons and humans.