He was going to kill her. Warren was standing in front of the slayers house hiding a gun under his jacket. That little blond bitch had messed up his plans for the last time, now he would succeed where vampires, cyborgs and gods had failed. He was going to kill Buffy Summers.
"Hey, loser!" came a yell from nowhere. Warren spun round to see Xander standing behind him. He drew his gun and levelled it at Xander. "Wow, you've changed Warren. Just when I thought you couldn't sink any lower."
"Shut up!" yelled Warren "You can't stop me, not when I'm this close."
"Me, noooo. Cops, on the other hand..." A police car tore round the street corner coming to a screeching halt a few feet from Warren. Two cops jumped out of the car, aiming their own guns at Warren.
"FREZZE!" yelled one.
"Drop the gun!" demanded the other. Warren faced off with the cops for a moment, weighing up his odds. One of the cops fired a warning shot. Warren dropped his gun. After a few moments he handcuffed and was manhandled into the car and driven off. Xander couldn't resist waving at him as he was driven away.
Buffy watched all this from an upstairs window. In one hand she held Nameless letter, his roadmap. She looked down at the unassuming piece of paper and read its opening for the hundredth time.
Buffy. If you're reading this then I'm dead or I've left Sunnydale and I won't be coming back. These two letters are my road map to your future. Everything I know about every major event in your life for the next few years. With any luck you can stop these disasters before they happen. The other letter is for Angel and his team in LA. You two have given this world a lot. Now it's time someone gave you something back. As to how I know all these things...much like my name you'll never know.
Good luck honey
Nameless
Nameless's letters had been invaluable. With them Buffy had stopped the trio, she'd saved Anya and Xander's wedding and now Tara was going to live with Warren out of the picture. Spike had snuck a peak at his future and had taken off to get his soul back early. He'd spent the past few months living in Buffy's basement, trying to come to terms with his new found remorse. It was going to be rough but she had a feeling Spike would pull through.
Her sister Dawn was currently out visiting Nameless's grave. Every now and then she went there and left a flower just like he had asked her to. The inscription on the grave read Here lies Nameless. Devoted friend. "The hardest thing to do in this world is to live in it". Buffy half smiled at that. He had saved the world and all their lives and they'd never know his real name. Buffy put the letter back in its draw. Right now she had more immediate concerns, Anya was going to be furious with Xander for putting his life in danger like that. And not to forget that tonight is patrol night.
The First was also watching events unfold. It was frustrated. That boy had somehow disappeared to nowhere and that dam letter was giving the slayer and Angel a happily ever after. Something had to be done. Then it felt someone next to it.
"Wha...who the hell are you?" the newcomer wore a black coat that obscured their face.
"Hello First." said the stranger "I take it that the boys display has perked your interest in darkness?" the First was intrigued now.
"Who are you?" it asked again.
The newcomer pulled back his hood. He was young, in his late teens with light brown skin, bright yellow eyes and spiky silver hair. He looked directly at the First then answered "Xehanort."