Synopsis: Buffy has return and decides to confront her
feelings for Spike, while Giles discovers the Slayer's origin.
Rating: G
Date Written: Wednesday, 1 August, 2001
Note: The conclusion of the 5-part series
Credits: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss
Whedon and the powers that be. Partial script taken from :
Hellmouth
Music/Lyrics: Feels Like Home performed by C. Kreviazuk.
All music and lyrics are properties of their composers. I
outlined them all
Characters: Buffy Giles Travers Spike
"This world is older than any of you know.
Contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise.
For untold eons demons walked the Earth. They made it their home, their. . . their Hell."
"But in time they lost their purchase on this reality.
The way was made for mortal animals, for, for man.
All that remains of the old ones are vestiges, certain magicks, certain creatures. . ."
-Giles, in Hellmouth.
"It was before The Great Flood, were gods and monsters rules
the earth.
It was Travers who was speaking. He was seated with Giles on a
round table inside The Watcher's Headquarters in England.
"These are the researched you gathered since that last time
we talked?" asked Giles. "As much as I welcomed these
facts, and it sure adds to our knowledge base about gods and
monsters, I'm afraid it's a bit too late. Glory was already
defeated. And Buffy, well--"
"But you are mistaken," Travers interrupted.
"There are more to it than meets the eye," he paused,
"The gods witnessed a rebellion among its kingdom and built
their own army. And more..."
Giles listened, a picture in his mind unfolds as Travers
continued.
"A Slayer."
"A great battle ensued between slayers and monsters, much of
them were practically wiped out. As history tells us, there was
The Great Flood that followed. Both slayers and monsters
perished, only a few remained. Among those that lived were
vampires."
"Well, except for some tainted ones called vampires, who are
neither dead nor living. They are the undead. They do not belong
anywhere that's why they roamed the earth."
"It is a known fact that there are two kinds of
vampires--those who seek salvation and those who don't. More of
them continued with their old ways and became a threat to the new
world."
"Only one being can destroy them--the Slayer. Watchers were
formed to harness the power of The One Who Slays, for she was an
absolute destruction. Her power came from non-human sources. And
controlling such power was the task the early Watchers had to
conquer."
Giles pictured the first Slayer hanging in the air. Her hands and
feet heavily chained together, like a wild animal. Her face
painted with mud, her voice unheard, for she knows not of speech.
She was trained to kill, and death was her only language.
"What does these things have to do with Buffy?" Giles
asked Travers not because he didn't have a theory of his own, but
he needed to confirm his thoughts.
Travers replied in an uneasy voice, "The gods created the
Slayer after their own image and essence. She would be
their warrior beast. Their killing machine. Buffy captured all
the essence, all the power of slayers in her generation and the
generation before her. So you see, she is special. She
has the gift."
Giles could not believe what he was hearing, after all this time
he finally understood. "Are you suggesting that Buffy is
immortal?"
"I'm saying that Buffy has the key to life."
"I wished you were here," she said. "I mean, it's
not the same without a Watcher looking out for me."
"Don't worry, as soon as I find out more about the source of
your power, and that of Dawn's, I'll come back," assured
Giles. "You'll be alright Buffy..." he paused and
realized that Buffy would be able to handle herself even without
him at her side. She conquered so much challenges in her lifetime
that he wasn't a bit worried.
"Besides," Giles continued, "I know a certain vampire
who is more than willing to watch over you."
There was a momentary silence in the opposite line.
"Take care of yourself," said Giles thoughtfully and
hung up the receiver.
Buffy placed the receiver down. She knew who the vampire Giles
was talking about. It was him who openly declared his loyalty to
her, time and time again. Only, there wasn't enough time to say
how she really felt about him.
She let out a sigh and in an impulse, grabbed her jacket and
decided to pay him a visit.
Buffy walked into Spike's crypt, a few torches slowly burned
giving inadequate lighting in the small dark room. She searched
around quietly and found it was totally abandoned.
She stood in the middle of the crypt and circumferenced the room
for a last time--nothing. As she was about to leave, her
instincts sensed something familiar to her. Was it the scent? Was
it the prepinquity of its presence? Or was it something more?
Out at the corner of her eye, stood a pale figure carrying a
lighted torch. Buffy slowly turned around to face him.
Spike came out his underground lair and saw Buffy standing in the
middle of his crypt, her back towards him. He felt paralyzed at
the sight of her; if he had a heartbeat, it would be pounding
violently.
Finally, he had the courage to walk towards her. He tilted his
head sideways and studied her. Still filled with mixed emotions,
Spike nervously touched her right cheek then slowly smiled.
[Something in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself
In your arms]
[There's something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts
The rest of my life]
Spike, who seemed to be swallowing tears, bit his lip. Infinite
sadness overcame him as he remembered the events leading up to
her return. Her death felt like forever and waiting for this
moment seemed like eternity. Unconsciously, tears started to
well-up in his eyes. Whether it was from extreme happiness of her
return or whether it was from the pain of her death and not
knowing if she would come back, Spike found himself crying.
[If you knew how lonely, my life has been
And how numbed I've been, so alone
If you knew I wanted someone to call my love
And change my life the way you've done]
[If you knew how this moment means to me
And how long, I've waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I've never thought I love anyone so much]
Buffy was caught up in the moment, not knowing what to say or do.
Here was a vampire, the last creature that she'll allow herself
be exposed to, and yet, beyond reason, there was a part of her
that wanted to hold him. Buffy heard Spike sobbed quietly and for
an instant, she felt a connection--the pain, the joy, the
confusion.
[A window breaks, down a long dark street
And the siren wails
In the night
But I'm all right, cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see
Through the dark there is light]
The torches slowly burned the last of its life, but two figures
remained clung to each other.
[It feels like home, to me
It feels like home, to me
It feels like I'm on my way back
where I come from...
It feels like home, to me
It feels like home, to me
It feels like I'm on my way back
where I belong...
It feels like I'm on my way back
where I belong...]
A robust HarleyD engine let out a familiar sound; vrooming, it
sped past the Welcome to Sunnydale sign. A few seconds later, it
rolled back to the welcome post, its driver paused. His booths
heavy. His black leather jacket, studded with metallic buttons
that spelled his name, floored. His hands cast in leather gloves.
His hair spiked.
"Hellmouth..." he murmured.