Author's Note: What am I doing? I don't know, the story seems to be developing on it's own, for the worse, I don't know. It should start to make a bit more sense if doesn't make any now. And that's about it for now…I really do have far too much spare time. Maybe if blockbuster would have had Clerks or Mall Rats or even Rushmore (I really want to see those movies… haven't yet…sadly enough), I might stop cranking out so much at a time.
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[It is around 9pm, 6 hours after everything that happened in the Hyperion. Everyone is staying in the Hyperion for the night, just in case anyone comes back, they can be prepared. Faith is in the bathroom, when a familiar face appears behind her in the mirror. Startled she turns around]
FAITH: What the hell?
MAYOR WILKINS: I thought you'd be happy to see me?
FAITH: No, you're dead!
MAYOR WILKINS: You got that right Sweetie.
FAITH: But, we killed the First
MAYOR WILKONS: [laughs] Who said I was the first? I'm me, alive and well…Well not really alive, not yet.
FAITH: Why are you here?
MAYOR WILKINS: What? I can't show some concern for my Faith? They really did a number on you.
FAITH: [stares at him] I'm good now…
MAYOR WILKINS: You just go on believing that…When it's time, we'll see for sure. Bye Faith, it's been swell.
[he disappears]
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[Andrew's reading his spiderman comic, and sitting at the nice desk besides his bed, when he hears a noise, he looks around the room and sees his old friend.]
ANDREW: Warren?
WARREN: You got that right.
ANDREW: Why are you here?
WARREN: You know why…Mr Prophet
ANDREW: The fallen have risen…but you're
WARREN: Not corporeal? At least not yet… but soon. All I need is…well you know, don't you?
ANDREW: That's wrong
WARREN: It never stopped you before
ANDREW: Things are different now…
WARREN: Oh yes of course, because you are a form of holy saint? Excuse me while I laugh!
ANDREW: I'm not a saint…but I've seen the light…
WARREN: And had a nice girl killed… Gonna have that happen to Meeches too?
ANDREW: [frightened] If you hurt her… I'll…
WARREN: You'll what? You can't protect her and you know it. The girl doesn't need you. She has her big brother in her life now. But if it really does make you feel better, you can just keep pretending that you're her brother, although I don't think that Wesley would like it much.
ANDREW: [angry] GET OUT….
WARREN: Okay, fine with me. But choose wisely Andrew… You don't want to be on the losing team now do you? [disappears]
ANDREW: [Sits on his bed and begins to cry]
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[In Dawn's room, we see her lying on her bed staring at the ceiling, gripping the Teddy Bear that her soon-to-be-father-boyfriend gave her. A voice startles her and makes her sit up, staring face to face at Darla]
DAWN: who are you?
DARLA: My name is Darla…
DAWN: Why are you here?
DARLA: It's about your child…
DAWN: What? How do you know?
DARLA: Your babies… You think you are only going to have one… But you will have 2, a Girl and a Boy. The boy taking after his father, the girl taking after you.
DAWN: And your point is?
DARLA: You're boyfriend isn't what he seems…
DAWN: What the hell do you mean?
DARLA: He's not the boy you met…
DAWN: Then what is he?
DARLA: My hope…
DAWN: Why?
DARLA: I'm his mother…his real name is Connor, his father is Angel.
DAWN: As in Buffy's Angel?
DARLA: Yes…Things went horribly wrong…Angel dif the right thing by giving him a new life, that which you know now.
DAWN: So that is all lies?
DARLA: Exactly…
DAWN: Does he know?
DARLA: Yes, but he's only know for a few weeks, 4 weeks…
DAWN: Why didn't he tell me?
DARLA: I think you should ask him that yourself. [she disappears]
[without hesitation Dawn runs out, of her room and down the stairs to the doors of the Hyperion, she glances at the empty lobby, and runs out]
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[Rebecca is sitting down on her bed, with a pile of books surrounding her and her laptop on her lap, staring intently at the screen.]
REBECCA: What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in hell?
ETHAN: Oh, is that any way to talk to your uncle Ethan, Beccsies?
REBECCA: You shouldn't be here
ETHAN: Shouldn't I? I really don't think you'll get very far if you don't know what you're looking for.
REBECCA: I suppose you work for it?
ETHAN: Always sharp as a tack weren't you Rebecca? Always did know what your old uncle was up to...
REBECCA: Shut Up
ETHAN: Oh, my you are in such a wonderful mood… It wouldn't be the whole presence of Mr. Pryce that makes you act this way is it?
REBECCA: [takes her eyes off the screen] What?
ETHAN: Nothing passes old Ethan Rane you know… You like the boy. How sweet a girlish crush! Too bad he thinks you're an annoying swine, same old isn't it? You're still the same old whiny little teenager. You really haven't grown up have you?
REBECCA: [looks back at computer] I'd rather be young than dead, like some people
ETHAN: Oh a shot at me… I am so hurt…Anyways I just want to let you know, the end is near. But of course you already knew this, and I suppose you have already picked your side. Be prepared to fight Beccsies, 'cause this is going to be painful, or at least it will be for your little friends. [Disappears]
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[Meechy's in her room lying on the floor reading a teen magazine that she stole from Rona's room]
CHARLES WYNDHAM-PRYCE: Look at you, all dolled up in those clothes, with those incredibly ridiculous glasses, using a nickname so horrendous as Meechy, and reading that filth. Didn't I teach you anything?
MEECHY: I see you've risen.
CHARLES: No hug for Father?
MEECHY: You're not corporeal, and I wouldn't anyway…
CHARLES: Oh come on, there wasn't one time in your life where you wanted a hug and attention from Father dearest?
MEECHY: No…
CHARLES: You're lying, but I'll continue anyways. I never taught you to lie; you must have learned that from your mother.
MEECHY: I don't lie…
CHARLES: Oh yes and posing as a potential slayer for safety isn't a lie.
MEECHY: [glares at him]
CHARLES: In fact, you're no better than me; it must really tear you up inside.
MEECHY: I survive
CHARLES: Well then, little miss Superior, if I were you, I'd be careful. You really don't want to end up dead like your friends…wait I forgot you have none, well no one except that blundering fool Andrew. And you know how that will end up… Being one of the prophets and all, you must know everything…
MEECHY: [looks at him]
CHARLES: Sleep Tight Michelle. Oh, and don't let the bedbugs bite.
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[In Wesley's old office, he's going over some ancient texts]
LILAH: You know, some things never change
WESLEY: [looks up from books] Lilah, why are you here?
LILAH: To warn you of the greatest evil of them all. He's coming, and he wants your ass.
WESLEY: That's just lovely. Tell him I really don't go for male demons.
LILAH: Cute Wes, but you know what I mean. He wants you to suffer.
WESLEY: Why me?
LILAH: Oddly enough, you're his least favourite out of all of your little friends.
WESLEY: Not surprising, people don't tend to like me
LILAH: Well, except the ladies… We all seem to get a kick out of you.
WESLEY: [getting annoyed] Does this have a point?
LILAH: Yes, I am here to tell you that you are the leader of the side of the good in the big battle, against Corive, the Ender of Days.
WESLEY: That's a wonderfully original name.
LILAH: At least he has good taste…Impeccably good taste; in fact I wouldn't be surprised if he really wanted your ass…
WESLEY: Lilah that's enough, thank you for the information, I suppose you'll be going now?
LILAH: Oh not yet, I just have one more thing. Give the girl a chance
WESLEY: Who?
LILAH: Ms. Perky, British and Annoying, she's definitely a step up from Fred…I never thought the little southerner had it in her though. I have to give her credit for that. But anyways, give Becs a chance, she may surprise you. Bye Wes, See you in hell. [she disappears]
WESLEY: Leader?
LILAH: [Re-appears] Yes, you are the good guys champion… Exciting isn't it?
WEESLEY: Not really, no.
LILAH: I'm actually surprised they chose you…
WESLEY: Aren't you supposed to be in hell now?
LILAH: Geez, grumpy. Have fun leading the goodie goodies. [disappears again]
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[In Willow's hospital room, Willow is all alone, because Xander ran out to get her a Twix bar.]
TARA: Willow
WILLOW: Tara? Is it really you? Or…
TARA: It's me, I'm here to warn you.
WILLOW: About what.
TARA: The Ender Of Days
WILLOW: Big bad?
TARA: Not everyone will make it through the battle. Things will happen that will shock even you. It is up to you, to protect Dawn.
WILLOW: Why Dawn? Why me?
TARA: Buffy won't be able to, only you.
WILLOW: But why Dawney?
TARA: You'll find out soon enough.
WILLOW: Tara, don't go…
TARA: I have too… [disappears]
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[Near the Vending machine where Xander is getting the snacks for Willow]
ANYA: If it makes you feel good…It happened so fast, I didn't feel it…
XANDER: [Jumps around] ANYA?
ANYA: Yes, back and better than ever…Well not exactly, I have this terrible headache all the time, maybe it's from being slashed in half?
XANDER: Why…How are you here?
ANYA: Well, being a vengeance demon for hundreds of year pretty much sealed my fate for this big old battle. So I'm a representant of The Ender Of Days…Real snazzy dresser too, no man should be that stylish…
XANDER: ANYA! Get on with it!
ANYA: You didn't let me finish…anyways, big old Cory, he sent me here to tell you that you have to pick a side. His side which has me, and is probably going to win, because you guys suck and don't even know what you're dealing with… Or you could be on the good side. Either way you probably won't survive.
XANDER: That's so reassuring…
ANYA: Anyways, I really should be getting back, bye Xander [she disappears]
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Okay so I was going to have Connor and Dawn do the whole past thing in this one…But I think I'll save it for a chapter.
Next up: The Musical…
Be afraid be very afraid.