Disclaimer: The characters in this story ain't mine by any means. Because if they were, The Slayer wouldn't be dead in any way! But a sick fan can wish, can't she??!
Author's Notes: Oh, what do I freaking say? *hehe* I'm just playing around, kids. Anyhow, this is your typical season finale story though it sure will stand out when its done. So, all your fan-fiction writers better watch your little back!!!!
Summary:
After the Slayer's death, everyone tries to move on, though its extremely hard. Cordelia, Wesley and Gunn take the duty of helping Fred, the girl from the other dimension, adapt to L.A life. Meanwhile, Angel encounters the new Slayer, Megan, while doing doing patrol one night. She tells him that she needs the L.A crew to help her kill a very strong woman-demon, because she can't do it on her own. They accept the offer and are in for some very big surprises...
Feedback: I'm a witch and I'm gonna put a spell on you if you don't write something. So, my darling readers, be careful what you wish for! P.S. If you call me 'bitch', you will have a pimple on your cheek! LOL
It was a dark and stormy night, with thunder rumbling loudly. Cordelia Chase sat on her couch drinking coffee and reading a magazine. The weather only bothered her slightly, since she had become accustomed to unearthly sounds. Today, she was more intent on listening to the rain battering on her window then looking through the latest fashions. But today wasn't any particular day since the L.A crew had heard about Buffy's death.
Cordelia had been ultimately shocked and it had taken her a long hour to fully realize that the Slayer was dead. Angel had taken the news terribly hard and afterwards he had slunk off to his room. Wesley had sat silently with his Watcher's diaries, recording things. But underneath, he was pale and frightened, because one of the strongest and longest living slayers had just died. Wesley knew that Buffy would eventually die but he always believed it would be in her final days, as an old woman.
Gunn respected everyone's sullen mood and had taken Fred, the girl from the other dimension that had helped Angel, around Los Angeles to show her the sights. But he too, was shocked and a little bit afraid. After Willow had left to go back home, Cordelia also departed, after trying desperately to make Angel talk. He assured her that he would be fine tomorrow and she had left. Wesley stayed with Angel for awhile, though they never talked.
Now, sitting at home, Cordelia felt very useless. About a minute later, the perfect idea came to her and she set off for the kitchen. Fred, the girl from the Host's home, would be living with Cordelia now and Cordy wanted her home to be comfortable and cozy for her guest. Smiling, Cordy opened a drawer and pulled out an old cookbook. She had decided a delicious meal would be a good inviting gesture when Fred showed up.
Cordelia made angel hair pasta with a chunky tomato sauce, and then deciding that it wouldn't be good enough, she made sweet and spicy chicken with cooked vegetables. By the time Fred arrived, Cordy had prepared about ten different meals and the kitchen looked as if a hurricane had been there.
"Hey, Fred. Well, as you can see, there's plenty of food here. Help yourself and don't worry, kitchen duty will be split into two." Cordelia said, smiling at her guest. Nobody but Angel and Harmony had been overnight-guests in her home and Cordelia was delighted with this long-term guest. She just hoped that Phantom Dennis would behave and not scare Fred off.
Fred smiled shyly at her and brushed back a lock of dark brown hair. She wasn't exactly gorgeous but she was really pretty. Fred had a vulnerable face, wispy dark brown hair and brown eyes that looked very emotional. She had the correct curves on her body and in the right clothes, Fred would look like a stunning model.
The two women sat down at the table and dug into the food. Fred ate surprisingly normally and Cordelia smiled secretly. The Seer had always thought that Fred would eat like a pig and in a very slobbery way. But she was totally wrong. Fred looked up suddenly at Cordelia and frowned.
"I remember Angel's dark mood earlier today. And the way Gunn hurriedly took me away afterwards. Cordelia, you looked so pale and frightened, I was able to notice that you wanted to cry. And Wesley, he looked so broken apart. Did something happen? Is it myself, do they want to send me back to Plyea?" Fred spoke, fear creeping into her voice at the mention of going back to the dimension.
Cordelia stopped eating for a moment and let reality come crashing down. Buffy Summers, Slayer and Angel's soulmate was dead. Buried beneath layers of cold icky soil and some expensive unattractive slab of marble was the mark of her passing. Never again would she smile or go on her nightly patrol routines. Cordelia sniffed back unshed tears and blinked rapidly.
Even though Cordy had hated the Slayer and thought she was a bitch, she had respected her secretly. After all, if not for Buffy, Cordelia would already be dead. The Slayer had saved millions of lives and even the world on occasions. She had captured Angel with her loving ways and together, they were the cutest most romantic couple Cordy had ever met. Now, though, Buffy was dead and Angel was alone.
"Cordelia? Are you okay?" Fred's concerned voice jolted Cordy back to the present and she looked absently at her friend. Fred waved a hand in front of Cordelia's eyes and Cordy blinked and sighed.
"The Slayer died and she was Angel's lover. No wait, more like his soulmate. And I know what you're thinking. A Slayer and a vampire, what a crazy combination! But they were really something, Fred. They both loved each other so deeply, no one could ever break the bond. Not even death, as Angel says. You can imagine how much pain he's in right now."
Fred nodded and Cordelia noticed deep sorrow in her eyes. No other words were said throughout the rest of the meal or the clean up. Afterwards, they watched television and browsed through magazines. The night was relaxing and good, Cordelia thought before letting sleep take her away. Fred, on the couch, thought the same thing.
***
Out on the dark streets of the city, a young sixteen- year old was battling the forces of evil. It was not such a big deal since this was her destiny and she had to obey. The Slayer hit an oncoming vampire sharply in the nose and while it recoiled from the attack, she thrust a wooden stake into its dead heart. She ducked just in time when another vampire tried to punch her in the eye and tripped him.
She finished off the last vampire on her left side and then dealt with
the one lying on the ground. Picking it up harshly, she glared at it menacingly and then with a grin, dusted the vamp. Breathing hard, she walked away from the lonely alley and into a bright- lit grocery store.
Megan Andler had just been called upon a week ago. She was the Chosen One, following the long line of Slayers and fulfilling her duty. It was a sacred duty, which so many women had already done and had died doing their jobs. Megan found her destiny rather upsetting and terrible because it had shattered her dreams. But that wasn't a big surprise since she had guessed other Slayers had had those problems.
She went over to the soda aisle and got herself a Coke. She quickly paid for it and left the store, glancing at the directions in her hand to make sure she was headed the right way. Megan was off to the Hyperion Hotel, where she was going to ask the legendary souled vampire for help.
The girl knew all about the previous Slayer's romance with Angel. She also knew all about his quest to become human again and to make amends for all the chaos he wrecked before. Megan thought his goal was reachable and really good. As she neared the hotel, she used her newfound slayer sense to pick out trouble out on the street. In fact, she dusted three ugly vamps before ringing the doorbell of the Hyperion.
Megan's style of fighting was vicious and swift. While she inflicted much pain on her victims, an onlooker might think that she quickly got rid of them to ease the agony. Nobody had thought the girl these acts of battle because every since she was young, she had been beaten. Not by kids or anything but by her abusive parents.
Her thoughts quickly faded away when the heavy oak door swung open, revealing a handsome stranger. Megan smiled, making her expressive brown eyes sparkle. Angel didn't return the act of kindness but swung the door further in and she stepped into the huge parlor behind him. Meg knew that he was expecting her because she had called earlier. Last night was when she had met him, while she was out on patrol and he brooding on the streets.
They had talked and gotten to know each other, having odd things in common. Angel had been shocked to find a Slayer in LA and Meg was forced to tell him the wrenching news. She was Buffy's replacement and the Watcher's Council had instructed her to travel all through California, doing her sacred duty. So here she was, a sixteen- year old girl traveling a whole state, fighting supernatural things.
Angel hadn't taken the news well, as Meg saw tears pool in his eyes. She knew the deep heartbreaking pain that lurked inside his soul. And it was all for Buffy Summers, the greatest Slayer that had ever lived. But he had swept his emotions aside and began to demand that she had a mentor to help her out. So, tonight was Meg's interview with Wesley, the Watcher.
She had protested but meekly and now she was stuck with an overprotective grown-up who had the duty of preparing her for battles against evil. Megan proceeded into the living room and sat down on a chair opposite a young man with glasses on.
"Aren't you somewhat young to be a Watcher? You don't have to sacrifice your life to some old dusty books and hours of research. Especially on demons who have names that aren't even pronounceable." Megan said, looking the man straight into the eyes.
He didn't flinch at her comments but instead smiled politely and extended his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Andler. I presume you haven't had a Watcher since you were called upon." Wesley stated, rising to his feet and walking away from the couch. He returned with an old dusty volume, much to Megan's amusement.
Megan turned to Angel, standing a few feet away, leaning on the banister of the wide stairs. "Do all British men talk this way?" she asked and Angel nodded, a tiny smile inching its way across his lips. Wesley turned around and smiled also.
"Yes, Megan, we all do speak this way. But, in your case, I'll speak without high vocabulary or say any non-needed information. Not to offend you in anyway, though." Wesley said, speaking slowly, as if it hurt him in some way. Meg's eyes brightened and she laughed.
"All right then. So, can we start the interview? But just a second, I need to say something. Wesley, I have a little warning for you. When you become my Watcher, please don't set curfews or any of the other fatherly things. I'm not a girl who crawls around the street 'cause I got a home." Megan declared, tightening her ponytail. Her lavish dark brown bangs surrounded her face sweetly, giving her an angelic look.
The interview began and Meg was surprised at the end when she realized that Wesley a cool guy for a Watcher. They set up meetings and other stuff a typical Watcher and Slayer did, and then Megan headed home. Angel shut the door behind her and slumped down onto a couch, holding a carton of blood in his hands.
"Megan is Buffy's replacement." he said quietly, sadness clear in his tone. Wesley sighed and nodded. "She's so innocent, Wes. And she'll die like the rest of them in battle . . ." he added, swallowing a lump that was forming in his throat.
Wesley took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying to calm himself. His nerves didn't let up one bit and he started pacing the room. Megan was a brilliant girl and Wesley could already see that fact by her demeanor. She had a spark within herself and it shone brightly, letting people see the intelligence in her. And Megan had a good sense of humor, one that surely made everyone laugh. But Wesley knew that one day Megan would die and die young, though she would have completed her Destiny.
Megan would die a hero and though people may not know it, she'd have saved their lives and maybe even the world, if the situation came along. Then would come another Slayer and many more. Wesley thought of Buffy and her sacrifice to save the universe. Meg could certainly achieve the same thing if she liked. But no teenager would wish to die so young . . .
***
Well, people, what do you think of this little creation? Oh, and Megan is me! I'm not bragging about myself or anything, just writing what my parents and friends think of me. (Right guys?). Anyway, please review this story and tell me if I should continue!
~BoUncE~
Author's Notes: Oh, what do I freaking say? *hehe* I'm just playing around, kids. Anyhow, this is your typical season finale story though it sure will stand out when its done. So, all your fan-fiction writers better watch your little back!!!!
Summary:
After the Slayer's death, everyone tries to move on, though its extremely hard. Cordelia, Wesley and Gunn take the duty of helping Fred, the girl from the other dimension, adapt to L.A life. Meanwhile, Angel encounters the new Slayer, Megan, while doing doing patrol one night. She tells him that she needs the L.A crew to help her kill a very strong woman-demon, because she can't do it on her own. They accept the offer and are in for some very big surprises...
Feedback: I'm a witch and I'm gonna put a spell on you if you don't write something. So, my darling readers, be careful what you wish for! P.S. If you call me 'bitch', you will have a pimple on your cheek! LOL
It was a dark and stormy night, with thunder rumbling loudly. Cordelia Chase sat on her couch drinking coffee and reading a magazine. The weather only bothered her slightly, since she had become accustomed to unearthly sounds. Today, she was more intent on listening to the rain battering on her window then looking through the latest fashions. But today wasn't any particular day since the L.A crew had heard about Buffy's death.
Cordelia had been ultimately shocked and it had taken her a long hour to fully realize that the Slayer was dead. Angel had taken the news terribly hard and afterwards he had slunk off to his room. Wesley had sat silently with his Watcher's diaries, recording things. But underneath, he was pale and frightened, because one of the strongest and longest living slayers had just died. Wesley knew that Buffy would eventually die but he always believed it would be in her final days, as an old woman.
Gunn respected everyone's sullen mood and had taken Fred, the girl from the other dimension that had helped Angel, around Los Angeles to show her the sights. But he too, was shocked and a little bit afraid. After Willow had left to go back home, Cordelia also departed, after trying desperately to make Angel talk. He assured her that he would be fine tomorrow and she had left. Wesley stayed with Angel for awhile, though they never talked.
Now, sitting at home, Cordelia felt very useless. About a minute later, the perfect idea came to her and she set off for the kitchen. Fred, the girl from the Host's home, would be living with Cordelia now and Cordy wanted her home to be comfortable and cozy for her guest. Smiling, Cordy opened a drawer and pulled out an old cookbook. She had decided a delicious meal would be a good inviting gesture when Fred showed up.
Cordelia made angel hair pasta with a chunky tomato sauce, and then deciding that it wouldn't be good enough, she made sweet and spicy chicken with cooked vegetables. By the time Fred arrived, Cordy had prepared about ten different meals and the kitchen looked as if a hurricane had been there.
"Hey, Fred. Well, as you can see, there's plenty of food here. Help yourself and don't worry, kitchen duty will be split into two." Cordelia said, smiling at her guest. Nobody but Angel and Harmony had been overnight-guests in her home and Cordelia was delighted with this long-term guest. She just hoped that Phantom Dennis would behave and not scare Fred off.
Fred smiled shyly at her and brushed back a lock of dark brown hair. She wasn't exactly gorgeous but she was really pretty. Fred had a vulnerable face, wispy dark brown hair and brown eyes that looked very emotional. She had the correct curves on her body and in the right clothes, Fred would look like a stunning model.
The two women sat down at the table and dug into the food. Fred ate surprisingly normally and Cordelia smiled secretly. The Seer had always thought that Fred would eat like a pig and in a very slobbery way. But she was totally wrong. Fred looked up suddenly at Cordelia and frowned.
"I remember Angel's dark mood earlier today. And the way Gunn hurriedly took me away afterwards. Cordelia, you looked so pale and frightened, I was able to notice that you wanted to cry. And Wesley, he looked so broken apart. Did something happen? Is it myself, do they want to send me back to Plyea?" Fred spoke, fear creeping into her voice at the mention of going back to the dimension.
Cordelia stopped eating for a moment and let reality come crashing down. Buffy Summers, Slayer and Angel's soulmate was dead. Buried beneath layers of cold icky soil and some expensive unattractive slab of marble was the mark of her passing. Never again would she smile or go on her nightly patrol routines. Cordelia sniffed back unshed tears and blinked rapidly.
Even though Cordy had hated the Slayer and thought she was a bitch, she had respected her secretly. After all, if not for Buffy, Cordelia would already be dead. The Slayer had saved millions of lives and even the world on occasions. She had captured Angel with her loving ways and together, they were the cutest most romantic couple Cordy had ever met. Now, though, Buffy was dead and Angel was alone.
"Cordelia? Are you okay?" Fred's concerned voice jolted Cordy back to the present and she looked absently at her friend. Fred waved a hand in front of Cordelia's eyes and Cordy blinked and sighed.
"The Slayer died and she was Angel's lover. No wait, more like his soulmate. And I know what you're thinking. A Slayer and a vampire, what a crazy combination! But they were really something, Fred. They both loved each other so deeply, no one could ever break the bond. Not even death, as Angel says. You can imagine how much pain he's in right now."
Fred nodded and Cordelia noticed deep sorrow in her eyes. No other words were said throughout the rest of the meal or the clean up. Afterwards, they watched television and browsed through magazines. The night was relaxing and good, Cordelia thought before letting sleep take her away. Fred, on the couch, thought the same thing.
***
Out on the dark streets of the city, a young sixteen- year old was battling the forces of evil. It was not such a big deal since this was her destiny and she had to obey. The Slayer hit an oncoming vampire sharply in the nose and while it recoiled from the attack, she thrust a wooden stake into its dead heart. She ducked just in time when another vampire tried to punch her in the eye and tripped him.
She finished off the last vampire on her left side and then dealt with
the one lying on the ground. Picking it up harshly, she glared at it menacingly and then with a grin, dusted the vamp. Breathing hard, she walked away from the lonely alley and into a bright- lit grocery store.
Megan Andler had just been called upon a week ago. She was the Chosen One, following the long line of Slayers and fulfilling her duty. It was a sacred duty, which so many women had already done and had died doing their jobs. Megan found her destiny rather upsetting and terrible because it had shattered her dreams. But that wasn't a big surprise since she had guessed other Slayers had had those problems.
She went over to the soda aisle and got herself a Coke. She quickly paid for it and left the store, glancing at the directions in her hand to make sure she was headed the right way. Megan was off to the Hyperion Hotel, where she was going to ask the legendary souled vampire for help.
The girl knew all about the previous Slayer's romance with Angel. She also knew all about his quest to become human again and to make amends for all the chaos he wrecked before. Megan thought his goal was reachable and really good. As she neared the hotel, she used her newfound slayer sense to pick out trouble out on the street. In fact, she dusted three ugly vamps before ringing the doorbell of the Hyperion.
Megan's style of fighting was vicious and swift. While she inflicted much pain on her victims, an onlooker might think that she quickly got rid of them to ease the agony. Nobody had thought the girl these acts of battle because every since she was young, she had been beaten. Not by kids or anything but by her abusive parents.
Her thoughts quickly faded away when the heavy oak door swung open, revealing a handsome stranger. Megan smiled, making her expressive brown eyes sparkle. Angel didn't return the act of kindness but swung the door further in and she stepped into the huge parlor behind him. Meg knew that he was expecting her because she had called earlier. Last night was when she had met him, while she was out on patrol and he brooding on the streets.
They had talked and gotten to know each other, having odd things in common. Angel had been shocked to find a Slayer in LA and Meg was forced to tell him the wrenching news. She was Buffy's replacement and the Watcher's Council had instructed her to travel all through California, doing her sacred duty. So here she was, a sixteen- year old girl traveling a whole state, fighting supernatural things.
Angel hadn't taken the news well, as Meg saw tears pool in his eyes. She knew the deep heartbreaking pain that lurked inside his soul. And it was all for Buffy Summers, the greatest Slayer that had ever lived. But he had swept his emotions aside and began to demand that she had a mentor to help her out. So, tonight was Meg's interview with Wesley, the Watcher.
She had protested but meekly and now she was stuck with an overprotective grown-up who had the duty of preparing her for battles against evil. Megan proceeded into the living room and sat down on a chair opposite a young man with glasses on.
"Aren't you somewhat young to be a Watcher? You don't have to sacrifice your life to some old dusty books and hours of research. Especially on demons who have names that aren't even pronounceable." Megan said, looking the man straight into the eyes.
He didn't flinch at her comments but instead smiled politely and extended his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Andler. I presume you haven't had a Watcher since you were called upon." Wesley stated, rising to his feet and walking away from the couch. He returned with an old dusty volume, much to Megan's amusement.
Megan turned to Angel, standing a few feet away, leaning on the banister of the wide stairs. "Do all British men talk this way?" she asked and Angel nodded, a tiny smile inching its way across his lips. Wesley turned around and smiled also.
"Yes, Megan, we all do speak this way. But, in your case, I'll speak without high vocabulary or say any non-needed information. Not to offend you in anyway, though." Wesley said, speaking slowly, as if it hurt him in some way. Meg's eyes brightened and she laughed.
"All right then. So, can we start the interview? But just a second, I need to say something. Wesley, I have a little warning for you. When you become my Watcher, please don't set curfews or any of the other fatherly things. I'm not a girl who crawls around the street 'cause I got a home." Megan declared, tightening her ponytail. Her lavish dark brown bangs surrounded her face sweetly, giving her an angelic look.
The interview began and Meg was surprised at the end when she realized that Wesley a cool guy for a Watcher. They set up meetings and other stuff a typical Watcher and Slayer did, and then Megan headed home. Angel shut the door behind her and slumped down onto a couch, holding a carton of blood in his hands.
"Megan is Buffy's replacement." he said quietly, sadness clear in his tone. Wesley sighed and nodded. "She's so innocent, Wes. And she'll die like the rest of them in battle . . ." he added, swallowing a lump that was forming in his throat.
Wesley took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying to calm himself. His nerves didn't let up one bit and he started pacing the room. Megan was a brilliant girl and Wesley could already see that fact by her demeanor. She had a spark within herself and it shone brightly, letting people see the intelligence in her. And Megan had a good sense of humor, one that surely made everyone laugh. But Wesley knew that one day Megan would die and die young, though she would have completed her Destiny.
Megan would die a hero and though people may not know it, she'd have saved their lives and maybe even the world, if the situation came along. Then would come another Slayer and many more. Wesley thought of Buffy and her sacrifice to save the universe. Meg could certainly achieve the same thing if she liked. But no teenager would wish to die so young . . .
***
Well, people, what do you think of this little creation? Oh, and Megan is me! I'm not bragging about myself or anything, just writing what my parents and friends think of me. (Right guys?). Anyway, please review this story and tell me if I should continue!
~BoUncE~