Summary: Sage cuts her hair and sneaks out to the roof of Sunnydale High.
Xander and Willow go out to have some end of the world "fun" but what that
fun is, nobody knows. Buffy goes to beat up Spike and Spike goes away to
find Sage. Buffy prepares to dust Sage and Spike.
A/N: I haven't updated for forever.
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Chapter Seven
Day Five: The Apocalypse
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It was 7:00 in the morning and the sun hadn't risen. Spike hadn't found Sage anywhere, and even though it was a Saturday, the streets were eerily quiet and deserted. He had searched the tunnels, every graveyard, downtown, he didn't know where else to check.
He had searched every place in Hell.except the Hellmouth. Walking up to Sunnydale High he surveyed the building from the front. Perking up his vampire senses he waited for when he would catch Sage, and he was on the lead. Climbing up the walls, gripping onto the bricks that were uneven, branches that wiped his face, and the gutter pole, which lined the wall. Finally he reached the top of Sunnydale High, the hard concrete roof.
Sage was sitting on a corner, in sweats, her hair cut short. The wind flipped her short hair around her face, rippling the loose sweats around her.
"Hey Spike," Sage said, looking into the pale, dark sky.
"Hi Sage," Spike said, walking towards her. "What're y' lookin' at?"
"That," she pointed to a little red dot which stood out against the velvet curtain that stretched across, past the horizon. "It's growing."
Then, the dot began to expand down the sky, slowly growing.
"Drink me," she said, still looking at the sky.
"No," Spike said. "I've told y' before, I'm not gonna bite you."
Sage turned her head towards him in one, sharp moment. Her eyes had clouded over, showing the slightest trace of blue pools in her eyes. Before Spike could speak, she grabbed him and threw him on the ground. Then, grabbing his collar and pulling him up, she punched him back to the ground.
"Bloody hell!!" Spike scowled. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I said, drink!" Sage cried, tears pouring down her face. The sky had now turned a full red, and the roads began to expand, tiny bits of hail falling down. Sage hit Spike again.
Spike came up, blood trickling down the mouth, "I said, no, Sage," he said, puffing hard.
Sage hit Spike again, and for a moment he hid his face. There was a low growl, and he showed Sage his vamp face. Sage grabbed his head and pressed it against her throat, on the other side of her neck, which Drusilla hadn't bit.
Spike dug his fangs into Sage's throat, sucking the blood hungrily from her quickly changing body. Sage collapsed to the ground, cringing under Spike's grip. Blood leaked out in a tiny puddle on the cement, the road slowly breaking and the foundations of buildings around them crumbling.
He pulled his fangs from out of Sage's throat and growled at her.
"You've gotta be related to me," he growled, then pushed himself onto his feet. Sage got up, panting, and ran towards Spike, toppling on top of him, she pushed his fangs into her throat again. Sage held his head in place so he couldn't break free. And the two fell to the ground again, but not because of Sage collapsing, but because of Spike toppling them over.
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Willow and Xander were walking down an alley. Willow had a blue bubble around her and Xander, and Xander was floating several green balls around. Both their eyes were fully black.
"This is cool," Xander said.
"Yeah," Willow said back. "Wanna take this bar?"
"Sure," Xander said, grinning.
The two walked into the entirely deserted bar, except for the bartender and dancers. Xander lifted his hands and floated several tables at the bar, breaking the glass bottles. Willow levitated the broken shards of glass in the air and sent them on the dancers, piercing their skin.
"This is the best gift ever," Xander said. "The rush of all the power.I can feel it all. It just so.powerful."
"I know," Willow said. "I've been so alone," she walked around the shattered bar, fingering a dancer's corpse. "But now," she walked over and wrapped her arms around Xander, "I have someone to share it with. Loosen up, talk to.hold onto," and she dragged Xander under the bar. (A/N: Now you can use your imagination. We now have Evil Willow and Evil Xander. Plus, for the story's sake Evil Willow can be bi-sexual.)
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Buffy walked briskly towards Sunnydale High, stake in hand. She had just spotted Spike climbing up the walls. The sidewalk cracked beneath her and she fell, Buffy pulled herself up, and she quickened her pace. Putting the stake in her belt, she grabbed onto the gutter pole and began to climb up. Sweat dripping down her body, she pulled herself onto the ledge of the roof and pulled herself out.
At first, when Buffy saw Sage and Spike she thought they were making out, which she found extremely nasty. Due to the fact that, they were related and they knew it. But as she went forward she saw that Spike was drinking Sage, and Sage was digging his fangs into her skin.
"Okay, Buffy," Buffy told herself as she pulled out a stake. Then, she heard roars from under the school. Buffy went to the ledge and looked down.
The road had turned into giant boulders, and vampires were pouring out of the sewers. Demons came from all directions, and they were all heading towards the school. Buffy ran towards Spike and Sage, then jammed the stake into Spike's back, skewering both of them. (A/N: Mean Buffy)
Spike looked at Buffy, blood dripping from his face.
"Always knew you'd be the one, Slayer," he said, then poofed into dust, scattering on Sage's body.
Sage, with the stick piercing her body, and running out of blood, opened her mouth.
"I'm still human," she muttered. "Part human," and tiny grains of dust began to fall off of her. "You killed a human."
"I'm sorry," Buffy said, and she meant it.
"I can tell the vampires to go away, the demons," she muttered. "I don't wanna let them see me die," Sage croaked. Then, she muttered, "Go away!" and all the demons miraculously began retreating.
Buffy laid Sage on the ground, pulling the wood out of her. Sage reached up to Buffy and traced Buffy's cheek with her finger.
"I could've been good y' know," she muttered. "I never said I wanted to be the queen of Hell. I could've told them whatever, and they would. I could've told them to be good."
"Really?" Buffy asked.
"Look at that," Sage muttered, and she pointed down. The forests in the distance had begun burning, blood and lava pouring between the rocks that used to be the street.
Then, Sunnydale High began to shake, and started pulling itself apart.
"It's the real Hellmouth," Sage told Buffy, who had a quizzical look on her face. "The rest of those apocalypses, they were never meant to be real. You were supposed to stop them. But this is the one you can't beat, Buffy. This is the real end."
Buffy looked down into the enlarging crevice, which turned out to be a pool of lava goo. Demons were rising out, bigger and uglier demons than Buffy had ever even thought of.
"Buffy!" Sage yelled. Buffy turned to Sage, who was turning into dust faster now. "Just wanted to say, bye. And if the world stops ending, tell Oz I found out who my father was," then she poofed into a tiny pile of dust over Spike's remnants.
Buffy sifted the dust through her fingers. Standing up, she saw the chaos that was once Sunnydale. Then she looked over to Rovello Drive, and her house was collapsed the most. Flames were rising from it, the work of some vampires, of course. There was a stake jammed in the ground in the middle of the fire, and hanging by the neck from that stake was the limp and pale body of Dawn. (A/N: Yuck.)
The cement began to crumble under Buffy's hands. Rocks jutted into her skin, collapsing faster under her weight. She fell through the roof and fell two floors down, landing on her feet and hitting her head. Blood was pouring from her body and she fell again abruptly from her spot into the mouth of a big, black, scaly, snake.
She felt herself being covered by the tongue of the demon, and her bones slowly breaking. Her blood flow stopped and then her neck was broken, and ripped apart from her body.
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End of Chapter Seven
A/N: I haven't updated for forever.
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Chapter Seven
Day Five: The Apocalypse
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It was 7:00 in the morning and the sun hadn't risen. Spike hadn't found Sage anywhere, and even though it was a Saturday, the streets were eerily quiet and deserted. He had searched the tunnels, every graveyard, downtown, he didn't know where else to check.
He had searched every place in Hell.except the Hellmouth. Walking up to Sunnydale High he surveyed the building from the front. Perking up his vampire senses he waited for when he would catch Sage, and he was on the lead. Climbing up the walls, gripping onto the bricks that were uneven, branches that wiped his face, and the gutter pole, which lined the wall. Finally he reached the top of Sunnydale High, the hard concrete roof.
Sage was sitting on a corner, in sweats, her hair cut short. The wind flipped her short hair around her face, rippling the loose sweats around her.
"Hey Spike," Sage said, looking into the pale, dark sky.
"Hi Sage," Spike said, walking towards her. "What're y' lookin' at?"
"That," she pointed to a little red dot which stood out against the velvet curtain that stretched across, past the horizon. "It's growing."
Then, the dot began to expand down the sky, slowly growing.
"Drink me," she said, still looking at the sky.
"No," Spike said. "I've told y' before, I'm not gonna bite you."
Sage turned her head towards him in one, sharp moment. Her eyes had clouded over, showing the slightest trace of blue pools in her eyes. Before Spike could speak, she grabbed him and threw him on the ground. Then, grabbing his collar and pulling him up, she punched him back to the ground.
"Bloody hell!!" Spike scowled. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I said, drink!" Sage cried, tears pouring down her face. The sky had now turned a full red, and the roads began to expand, tiny bits of hail falling down. Sage hit Spike again.
Spike came up, blood trickling down the mouth, "I said, no, Sage," he said, puffing hard.
Sage hit Spike again, and for a moment he hid his face. There was a low growl, and he showed Sage his vamp face. Sage grabbed his head and pressed it against her throat, on the other side of her neck, which Drusilla hadn't bit.
Spike dug his fangs into Sage's throat, sucking the blood hungrily from her quickly changing body. Sage collapsed to the ground, cringing under Spike's grip. Blood leaked out in a tiny puddle on the cement, the road slowly breaking and the foundations of buildings around them crumbling.
He pulled his fangs from out of Sage's throat and growled at her.
"You've gotta be related to me," he growled, then pushed himself onto his feet. Sage got up, panting, and ran towards Spike, toppling on top of him, she pushed his fangs into her throat again. Sage held his head in place so he couldn't break free. And the two fell to the ground again, but not because of Sage collapsing, but because of Spike toppling them over.
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Willow and Xander were walking down an alley. Willow had a blue bubble around her and Xander, and Xander was floating several green balls around. Both their eyes were fully black.
"This is cool," Xander said.
"Yeah," Willow said back. "Wanna take this bar?"
"Sure," Xander said, grinning.
The two walked into the entirely deserted bar, except for the bartender and dancers. Xander lifted his hands and floated several tables at the bar, breaking the glass bottles. Willow levitated the broken shards of glass in the air and sent them on the dancers, piercing their skin.
"This is the best gift ever," Xander said. "The rush of all the power.I can feel it all. It just so.powerful."
"I know," Willow said. "I've been so alone," she walked around the shattered bar, fingering a dancer's corpse. "But now," she walked over and wrapped her arms around Xander, "I have someone to share it with. Loosen up, talk to.hold onto," and she dragged Xander under the bar. (A/N: Now you can use your imagination. We now have Evil Willow and Evil Xander. Plus, for the story's sake Evil Willow can be bi-sexual.)
~*~
Buffy walked briskly towards Sunnydale High, stake in hand. She had just spotted Spike climbing up the walls. The sidewalk cracked beneath her and she fell, Buffy pulled herself up, and she quickened her pace. Putting the stake in her belt, she grabbed onto the gutter pole and began to climb up. Sweat dripping down her body, she pulled herself onto the ledge of the roof and pulled herself out.
At first, when Buffy saw Sage and Spike she thought they were making out, which she found extremely nasty. Due to the fact that, they were related and they knew it. But as she went forward she saw that Spike was drinking Sage, and Sage was digging his fangs into her skin.
"Okay, Buffy," Buffy told herself as she pulled out a stake. Then, she heard roars from under the school. Buffy went to the ledge and looked down.
The road had turned into giant boulders, and vampires were pouring out of the sewers. Demons came from all directions, and they were all heading towards the school. Buffy ran towards Spike and Sage, then jammed the stake into Spike's back, skewering both of them. (A/N: Mean Buffy)
Spike looked at Buffy, blood dripping from his face.
"Always knew you'd be the one, Slayer," he said, then poofed into dust, scattering on Sage's body.
Sage, with the stick piercing her body, and running out of blood, opened her mouth.
"I'm still human," she muttered. "Part human," and tiny grains of dust began to fall off of her. "You killed a human."
"I'm sorry," Buffy said, and she meant it.
"I can tell the vampires to go away, the demons," she muttered. "I don't wanna let them see me die," Sage croaked. Then, she muttered, "Go away!" and all the demons miraculously began retreating.
Buffy laid Sage on the ground, pulling the wood out of her. Sage reached up to Buffy and traced Buffy's cheek with her finger.
"I could've been good y' know," she muttered. "I never said I wanted to be the queen of Hell. I could've told them whatever, and they would. I could've told them to be good."
"Really?" Buffy asked.
"Look at that," Sage muttered, and she pointed down. The forests in the distance had begun burning, blood and lava pouring between the rocks that used to be the street.
Then, Sunnydale High began to shake, and started pulling itself apart.
"It's the real Hellmouth," Sage told Buffy, who had a quizzical look on her face. "The rest of those apocalypses, they were never meant to be real. You were supposed to stop them. But this is the one you can't beat, Buffy. This is the real end."
Buffy looked down into the enlarging crevice, which turned out to be a pool of lava goo. Demons were rising out, bigger and uglier demons than Buffy had ever even thought of.
"Buffy!" Sage yelled. Buffy turned to Sage, who was turning into dust faster now. "Just wanted to say, bye. And if the world stops ending, tell Oz I found out who my father was," then she poofed into a tiny pile of dust over Spike's remnants.
Buffy sifted the dust through her fingers. Standing up, she saw the chaos that was once Sunnydale. Then she looked over to Rovello Drive, and her house was collapsed the most. Flames were rising from it, the work of some vampires, of course. There was a stake jammed in the ground in the middle of the fire, and hanging by the neck from that stake was the limp and pale body of Dawn. (A/N: Yuck.)
The cement began to crumble under Buffy's hands. Rocks jutted into her skin, collapsing faster under her weight. She fell through the roof and fell two floors down, landing on her feet and hitting her head. Blood was pouring from her body and she fell again abruptly from her spot into the mouth of a big, black, scaly, snake.
She felt herself being covered by the tongue of the demon, and her bones slowly breaking. Her blood flow stopped and then her neck was broken, and ripped apart from her body.
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End of Chapter Seven