~The land had become a boundless mass of death and decay. Nothing had been left standing after the final battle. The end had finally come, to wipe out mankind and the others were going to finally take back what we had taken from them eons ago. We lost and the demons won. I never believed that the dark would prevail over the light. I was so very wrong. As I stand here, looking down on what was once my home, I remember why I said I would never come here again and I hadn't until now.
4 years after the world lost, I stand and look at the rough rocky terrain of the wastelands, no demons or human survivors built here. I don't blame them; after all it does sit on the mouth of hell. But I don't think that's why they leave this place alone. Now the waste lands, which is what sunnydale is called now, is just one big graveyard. It was here that we fought for days on end, and it was here that we fell one by one. There was nobody left to help bury the dead, even if there had been it would have taken years to pick through all the pieces. So I left them all where they had fell, hoping that they finally got to have the peace and rest they all deserved. ~
The figure cloaked all in black stared with vacant eyes at the landscape, taking in all the differences that the years had brought on. Not that it looked a lot better at the end, but there had still been some half fallen houses and buildings left. Now there was nothing but rubble lying around and some crushed foundations. The earth was still red, after all this time, marking the land that the Great War had been fought on. Blood it seems does not soak into soil like water; unless it was to be the cruellest joke played by the powers, to haunt the cloaked figure through out eternity.
Hazel green eyes closed, as the vacancy began to fade, and tears welled up into eyes that had been dry and dead for over 3 years. The first tear slowly slid down the pale creamy cheek as ghosts from the past began to whisper in her ears. Voices she had forgotten, people she had forgotten surge towards her, bringing back the memory of that last day when the sky turned to a hellish red, the water turned to black and the light faded from this plane forever.
~The smell of blood was thick and heavy in the air, leaving some of the warriors gagging into their hands. Screams were heard from all directions as the fighters of the light fell in their battles. The hell mouth was open and spiting out a very hot red mist into the sky.
"Brimstone, that smell must be what brimstone smells like"
Buffy thought as her arm lashed out and broke the red jewel in the centre of the Morah demons head. She fought with a stone cold passion, trying to make up the ground they had been losing for days, but with every one she killed ten more were there to take its place.
Hope for the world was slowly beginning to fade from the slayers eyes as she watched her army fall. The hell mouth had to be closed if they were to have a chance at winning, Willow, Giles and the coven from England, stood around the gaping hole of the hell mouth getting ready to close it forever.
"G-man we're dying over here! In the literal sense, can you start the ritual like now"
Xander shouted, while he did his best to keep the demons away form the witches so they could perform their spells and hopefully save the world again.
The earth began to tremble and shake, as the sound of ripping fabric pierced the air, drowning out the sounds of clashing metal and pain filled screams. Dimensions were colliding into one another ripping the fabrics of time and bleeding into each other. Buffy pushed forward against the demons she was battling as armies of creatures and monsters she had never seen before made their way onto earths plain.
"Cor slayer, get moving and dance the way I know you can you bloody git"
Spike yelled at Buffy.
Standing back to back, the slayer and the vampire fought with everything they had left inside of them. One fought to save the world and to keep the innocents safe while the other fought for one reason and one reason only. He likes this world and he doesn't fancy living for eternity in some hell dimension. He had told her that once before, and it still hadn't changed, he was what he was.
The day became night, making it unclear as to how much time had passed since the fabrics had been ripped open, but to the warriors it felt like days. The witches cast spell after spell, closing each rip one by one, praying that it would work and they could turn the tables back to their side. Chanting rang out loud and clear as the last rip began to fade back into its own fabric. No more armies would come through those portals, giving the humans and good demons a bit of a chance.
"BUFFY!!!"
Willow screamed from her perch by the hell mouth. Moving faster then a normal human could the slayer sidestepped a clawed hand as it came toward her. Quickly raising her sword she brought it down severing the demons head from its body, without so much of a by your leave glance as she made her way to Willow.
"Buffy, we can't seal it forever."
Willow whispered to her friend.
"Will we don't have time for this. We're losing. I need you all to do what ever you can."
Buffy said.
"What if what ever we do isn't good enough."
"It'll have to be better then what it is now, and if it's not then I just want you to know that I love you all, and that I'll fight until I can't fight anymore."
Buffy cried out to the friends that had gathered to make a protective shield around the hell mouth.
In the end the hell mouth was sealed forever, but at a horrible cost. Giles, willow and Xander had sacrificed themselves in order to close it. They had jumped into its gnawing mouth for their world, but it had been for nothing, for their world wasn't theirs anymore. The tables never turned after that, no ground was made and the sky became red and the water turned to black like the river Styx, and the rest of the slayers friends fell before her. But still she fought never ceasing always pushing, only stopping to comfort the people she had called friends as they spoke their last words and took their last breaths.
The slayer stood beaten and bloody over what used to be the mouth of hell. She had survived, the battle was over and the world had lost, as she stood their looking at a sea of bodies. Some she knew, while others who had come to fight the good fight remained nameless faces. Alone! She was truly alone now, cursed to live and to remember everyone and everything she had lost.
"But isn't the slayer always alone. That is how it has always been, and that is why the slayer has always done what she does best. KILL! HUNT! FIGHT! But now the slayer will also know loneliness like no other for you will live forever."
The voice whispered into her ear. Buffy turned quickly to kill what ever that voice belonged to, but fell short as a blazing red hand surged into her chest.
Agony filled the small form of the slayer as she fell to her knees. Her mouth opened in a silent scream that only she and the heavens could hear. As fast as the pain had ripped through her body, it stopped. She remained on her knees gasping for air while tears of anguish, grief and loss ran down her face. Alone, now she would truly know what it was like to be alone and to live forever. There was no doubt in her mind that what ever that voice had said was true, and that she was now immortal. That demon had done something to change her and she had felt the change inside of her when the hand had been removed.
Buffy cried out to the heavens, cursing them for the games they played and for what she had lost, and then turned her back on them for allowing her to live forever, in a world that wasn't hers anymore. Slowly her heart began to grow cold as she cried until it hardened into stone. If she had to live forever, she would do so, but she would forget everything and everyone, but to do that she would have to leave this place and never come back. Then she would have to forget whom she was and what she was, to do
that the slayer would have to die along with Buffy. As the lone figure walked out of what had been Sunnydale only a month ago, a new person was being formed.
"Elizabeth"
the girl said.
"That's who I am now."
Walking southwest, she never looked back, so she didn't see the man that crawled out of the rubble that had fallen on top of him during the battle. She also didn't hear the voice of the heavens proclaim her as Heavens Hope. The man was the only one left to hear it, and he knew what it meant. Buffy was alive, and that's all that he cared about.
A/N Well I hope you liked it, and don't worry just cause the scoobies are gone along with the fang gang doesn't mean anything. Just keep reading to find out what I mean ok. Plz….Plz…..Plz review cause its important to know what needs to be fixed, and what I can make better. Oh and flames are welcome. Thanks.