Disclaimers: All the characters in the story belong to Joss Whedon and the creators of Doctor Who

Saviour

Chapter one

They had done it. Saved the world. Paying a price also. Many people had died in that battle and not one of them had forgotten what they did. Anya died saving Andrew. Xander had always said she was his girl, always doing the stupid thing. The more he thought about his loss the more he cried but that wouldn't be the way she would want him to live. For her sake he had to carry on. Spike. Spike saved them all. Saved the world without a second thought. He died a true hero. Every night Dawn would hear her sister cry for him. She missed him. She yearned for him. And she loved him from the bottom of her soul.

Cleveland, Ohio. Three months had past since Sunnydale was destroyed. Buffy, Faith and Giles had set up a new training school for slayers. Giles had recruited a group of men to train up as new watchers, including Andrew who took on the role with such enthusiasm. Willow helped out where she could and also taught magic once a week. The watchers needed something useful and that was it. Dawn was attending the local high school and Robin was a history teacher there. Giles had offered to train Xander also and although he was reluctant to do it, he did it anyway. At least he was still useful for something. Everyone was happy. Buffy had even started to enjoy herself.

The sun shone through the double glazed doors. The sound of giggling filled the halls. Giles had brought the mansion with what he had in his savings. Of course everyone was eternally grateful. Life was good. Now that she wasn't the one and only slayer, Buffy could kick back and relax. But something was stopping her. Somewhere deep down inside was stopping her from being completely happy. The blonde slayer stepped into the hall. Smiling and greeting the girls as they walked past. Vi rushed on after a group.

"Hey Buffy! Wait up!" she shouted, jogging after them

Buffy smiled. She knew she shouldn't feel guilty about what happen but it was hard not to. The one thing that was keeping her sane was that moment they shared before the world collapsed around them.

Flashback.

Buffy and Spike were the only ones left in the hellmouth. Earthquake shook the ground. Spike was glowing from the amulet, sending out rays of light.

out into the hellmouth. Buffy stood in front of him, staring, still holding her scythe.

"Spike!" she shouted, worried

"I mean it! I gotta do this!"

Spike held out his hand to stop her. She laced her fingers through his and they burst into flames together. Eyes welled up with tears, she softly looked into his eyes.

"I love you,"

"No, you don't. But thanks for saying it. Now go! I want to see how it ends,"

Another earthquake; Buffy let go of his hand and ran up the stairs.

End of flashback.

How could he not believe her? The question was floating round in her mind. She never told a soul about their last words. That was theirs and theirs only. Private. Buffy's hand went to her pocket and pulled out a silver zippo. A tear dropped onto her cheek as she ran her finger over it. Faith noticed her fellow slayer just staring out into the garden. The sun shone on the lighter and reflected back. The brunette was curious to find out what it was so went over to her.

"Hey B, whatcha got there?" she enquired

Holding it up briefly and then she placed it back in her pocket.

"I found it in my stuff the other day...I-I couldn't throw it away," she whispered

Faith nodded with sympathy. The brunette hadn't known the vampire long but in that time she quickly sussed out that he was decent enough, even with his history.

"Come on, don't wanna make G all grumpy by bein' late or we'll never hear the end of it!"

Slight smile. The slayers walked off down the hall.

"And somehow I ain't in the mood for one of his lectures..." Faith continued

Big conference room at Wolfram and Hart. Angel, Fred, Wesley and Gunn sat around for one of many weekly meetings.

"So, what's on the agenda boss?" Gunn asked

Angel picked up the sheet of paper and indicated for them to do so.

"Someone was found dead last night,"

Fred frowned in disgust.

"That's just...all of it, flailed?" she asked, feeling sick

"Every last bit," he confirmed

Wesley looked deep in thought.

"We should get researching, the longer it takes to find this thing..."

"More people die," Gunn finished.

The vampire stood up.

"Ok, Wesley and Fred you get onto the books. Notify me if anything comes up. I'll search the streets,"

Bodies were everywhere. The cries of the dead echoed around the now burnt down village. A man wearing a long, dark purple robe walked around with a blank expression on his face. Suddenly, a hand grabbed for his leg.

"Help me," the half dead girl rasped

Silence and then he shot her with a strike of magic. Hand still clasped to him. Pulling a face of disgust, he peeled her fingers from him. A man in a red robe came running towards the man. Big scar running from the top of his right eyebrow to his cheek.

"Please tell me you got the crystal?"

"Of course. Ripped it from the very neck of it's keeper, Master Warlock," the man reassured

Grin.

"Good,"

The Master Warlock flexed his fingers and sparks flew from his finger tips.

"I can feel it. The power surging through me...my very body breaths this magic,"

The veins in his hand turned black.

"Shall I assemble the others?" he asked

Sick smile fell across his lips.

Men, women, children and demons were chained up at the feet. The line went on for what seemed like forever. They were dressed in simple rags and no shoes. Feet dirtied and bleeding. Forced to build and chisel. A six foot, well built demon, with three horns on his head cracked the whip if someone was slacking. Cry of pain.

"Pick up pace or feel the wrath of Asmodeus!" he roared

Various prison like cells were dotted around the underground. No sunlight to ever reach them. An old wooden door with a spy hole placed in just the right place so that whoever was in there could see the person or thing on the other side. Inside the room, sat a woman in a a tight yet ragged dress, dirtied from her surroundings and completely sleeveless. She supplied sultry spooks from within her eerie, candlelit room, her Jamaican patois, gnarled teeth and sickly, sweat-glistening skin not masking an exotic Creole flavour of eroticism. The walls had various things hung up. Jars of powder, entrails, anything imaginable. This woman was with out any doubt a woman of magic. Very powerful magic at that. She clasped her hands together. Rocking back and forth she muttered something to herself before throwing the contents onto the table. Her face seemed unchanged.

"And so it begins,"

A small girl sniffed. As she worked she began to sing.

"In the land of fire, O, how we seek, he who shall set us free, from this torment and pain,"

Her small voice drifted to others in the line and now a demon joined in.

"We long for the day, when we see the sun, or laugh once more, but this is our punishment," they both sang

The demons with whips looked confusingly at each other.

"They're singing,"

Grunt.

"QUIET!" the other one bellowed, cracking his whip

But they simply ignored them. Soon enough, all of them in every single line sang out.

"Sitting and waiting, too afraid to move, beneath pain and sorrow, we wait for the guiding light,"

Even though they were so far away he could still hear their words. Pleading and begging words for this torment to stop. Needing a hero. A man dressed in ragged trousers and a ripped, cream shirt stood up and faced the wall. Hand pressed against the crumbling brick.

"All within me gone but pain, hoping that the pain would fade away, with awakening the tears will begin, to my everlasting silence took me," his slick, Brittish voice sung the last part

He turned around to reveal a mop of medium length brown hair. Blue piercing eyes and well chiselled cheek bones. Closing his eyes as the singing was replaced with screams.

So what do you guys think so far? What was your favourite part? I've had writer's block :( please please review guys!