Prologue: The Wish
By: Hope
"It was--"
"it was a vampire wasn't it?" The girl asked, looking up at Anya while trying to get the dirt off of her clothes. Anya looked at the girl, surprised. She had been assigned to her, to grant her wishes. The girl's lover had left her and she was in so much pain. But even so, the people that Anya usually granted wishes for had no idea about demons or magick. The only other one had been Cordelia.
"Yea." Anya answered quietly. Anya had been following the girl, looking for a good time to engage a conversation, when she had been attacked by a vampire. Anya had then killed it by teleporting behind it and sticking a wooden stake through its heart.
The girl stood up and looked at Anya. "I knew it." She said as she began going on and on about things that had happened to her since she had moved to Sunnydale. One of her brothers had died of severe wounds to the neck and the other one had gone missing. "That was...." She said, pointing to the pile of dust on the ground in front of her. "That was Kyle." Kyle was the man that had left her. He had gone missing a week before and the girl had just assumed he had left her, leaving her to want vengeance.
"I'm So--"
"I'm so sick of this always happening." The girl interrupted again, clearly not listening to Anya. "I just wish...I seriously wish that these didn't exist." She screamed, kicking the dirt.
"That..." Anya paused. "That what didn't?" She asked, not sure if she wanted to grant this wish.
The girl looked back up at her. "Demons. Vampires. Magick. The whole nine yards." She replied coldly. "I wish that none of it existed. We would all be better off..."
Anya bit her tongue and looked at the girl. She was right. Everyone would be better off...
"Done." A voice came from behind Anya.
Anya turned around as fast as she could to see Halfrek standing there in her human guise. Anya tried to say something, to scream, to yell, to try and get Hally to undo the wish but it was too late. With that one word the spirals of time had begun to become undone.
Memories, families, friendships, everything that had ever come to be as a result of demons, of magic began to fade out of existence.
Anyanka never came to being. Instead, a young woman who's husband had cheated on her lived on to despise all men, never forgetting what had happened to her.
Darla had died a natural death, the master had never made her immortal. Liam. The young man Liam that everyone had come to know as Angel was not able to live the long life that he had always wished. He never did see the world. Instead he was shot and killed by a robber who was looking to steal from Liam's family's estate.
Drusilla had been able to use her gift to stay pure. She helped her family and her community as much as she could before she had taken her holy vows and become a nun. Once she became a nun she traveled all thoughout europe, twenty years after she died, she was named a saint.
William the Bloody, who was very religious for a man his age had come across a nun one night, the night when Cecily had rejected him. "Oh, I see you. A man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength, his vision, his glory." Her kind words of guidance had stuck in his head his whole life, as he continued to write, continued to let his imagination flow.
So many that had been turned into creatures of the night, so many of the people that had been killed by the vampires, the demons and magicks were able to live their lives as they would have, whether the world would be better or worse for it, no one knew. Because no one knew of the demons anymore. There was still the myths. The endless amount of books and movies based on witches, demons, vampires. But none of it was real anymore. None of it had ever been real...
There was no key. There had never been a key. Glory had not existed in that dimension and the key was everything that magick represented so it ceased to exist. But there still was the little sister. She had been meant to live in that family so she remained. She was different than the key. She might have once contained the same energy as it, but no more. She was a human now, just a little girl.
Buffy had never been called to be the slayer. Neither had Kendra, Faith, or any other girl that had ever posessed the burden. There was no slayer. There was no watcher's council.
Buffy never had to burn down the gym of her school since vampires didn't exist. In fact, that dance, Buffy had been elected the 'May Queen' and was able to finish her sophmore year of Hemery. During the summer, however, her parents had divorced and Joyce packed up her two daughters and they moved to Sunnydale California. Joyce had told her daughters that she picked the town due to the cheery name, she figured that it would be a break from all the bad that had been experienced in L.A.
And that. That is where this story begins...
A/N: This won't be updated more than once a week until I finish my fic 'Somewhere In L.A.' which I intend on doing soon. But if yea review I might make the weekly chapters very long :)