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Where Do We Go From Here? Author: SlayerGirl Chapter 2
Going Back:
The air was cool and warm, and it was bright. He had no memory, only the knowledge that he had once existed. How, where, when he existed he didn't know, all he knew was that he did exist. But that had ended. He had ceased to exist. Yes, he remembered that now. He had died, and not for the first time. And now he existed again? Or was his mind playing tricks on him? Did he have a mind? He knew he was conscious, and he was aware of himself and his body, but that was it. Slowly it started to come back to him, piece by piece. He had been a human, alive and breathing until he changed. Then he had wandered the earth for years, hundreds of them, causing death and destruction and taking sweet pleasure in it. He craved blood; he no longer walked the earth as a human life. He was a vampire. That much he knew. But what had happened after that? Something had changed him, what was it? A light. Yes that was it, a bright powerful light he had put inside himself. He had fought for that light, that soul. Oh it was all coming back to him now. He had been evil, but he had his soul restored, for love. For the love he felt for. he remembered everything now. His eyes shot open. "Buffy".
* * *
Buffy was walking through the cemetery. It was dark and cold and the wind seemed to whisper to her. The scenery around her was the familiar setting of the Sunnydale graveyard and she walked through it taking in her surroundings. She kept walking till those surroundings changed, and she found herself in the Bronze. It was dark and eerie, and the people seemed to move and dance in slow motion. On stage some band played something intense and she heard it as if she was listening through water. She was dreaming, though she wasn't aware of it. Everything was surreal, but in her dream it was right. She spotted the table where Drusilla was sitting and walked over to her. "Slayer" she said. "You have to go back".
Her surroundings changed as she twirled herself around to come face to face with Spike. They were in the dark. There was a light shining on only them and all around where they stood it was pitch black. The music had faded and it was utterly silent. Spike was trying to speak to her but no words were coming from his mouth. "I can't hear you," she said. "Spike? I can't hear you!" she tried to yell but no sound came out of her mouth. Spike stopped talking. He looked deep into her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "Buffy. You have to go back." He turned to dust in front of her and fire shot up around her. All she saw was a man. A demon. And he was laughing. His name was lucidus.
She was jerked awake suddenly to the sound of the door shutting. Xander walked in and saw Buffy sitting on the couch looking down. "Hey Buff. What's up?" he asked.
She looked up at him. "We're going back."
* * *
Spike was back, and he knew it. He remembered everything about his life and unlife and found himself in a grassy meadow wearing all white. The sun shone in the sky, but he wasn't afraid of bursting into flames. He knew it wasn't really the sun and he knew he wasn't on earth; he was somewhere mystical and beautiful. In the middle of the green meadow there was a huge tree with a small brook that ran next to it. Everything felt old and important, magical and dreamlike. Sitting under the tree was a woman with long red hair reading a big book that looked, no felt, as old as time. He walked towards her and as soon as he reached her, the sky changed and it was dark. There were hundred, thousands, of stars shining up the sky. The woman looked up at Spike.
"William" she said in a young voice that was smothered with wisdom.
"Yeah. Where am I? And why am I here? And why am I dressed like an Abercrombie and Fitch model?" he asked looking down at his flowy white attire.
"You have so many questions, so many unanswered inquiries, lets see if I can answer at least some of them," she said in a soft voice, and he could tell she had the answers to all of life's questions. "You don't like the clothes." she said suddenly. "That can be taken care of. How is this?"
He looked down at himself and realized he was wearing his usual black jeans, black shirt, and black leather coat. "Better, luv. Now tell me where I am and why the hell I was brought back."
"You are so aware of everything. Aware that you exist, aware that you have been brought back, aware that you are important." She said as she put her book down and stood up to face the vampire.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"But I don't think you are aware of just how important you might be." She continued, not answering his question. "You are a mistake, William. An important mistake. You see, there was only ever supposed to be one souled vampire, and he would be the one to, along with the slayer, lead this world in the final battle. The battle against good and evil."
"Peaches". He said.
"Yes, Angel, he was meant to be the only one." She answered, ignoring his snide comment. "But then you came along. You with your love for the slayer, you who fought for your soul because of that love, you who died saving the world from annihilation. My my, were we surprised by that. William the Bloody saving the world. There's only problem. You fulfilled a prophecy. A prophecy meant for another."
"You lost me at world annihilation, luv." He answered in his usual Spike way.
"How can I put this so you will understand?" She thought for a moment before she began to speak "The vampire with a soul who wears the medallion in the battle against the First and uses it its power to triumph over evil will be a definitive part of the slayers life leading up to the final encounter. The Encounter between good and evil. He will be sent back after saving the world to help the Slayer, for his role in the fight against wickedness is not yet finished. What his role in these years is is not yet for you to know, but he is vital." She said to him, as he listened intently hoping for some answers to all his questions. She was omniscient and he knew it.
"We always assumed Angel was the one meant to walk with the Slayer. But it was you who wore the medal and you who gave your life. The Slayer sent Angel away and entrusted you with the responsibility. Therefore we have no choice but to send you back. Whether it is you or him who walk with the slayer to the final encounter it is not yet decided, but you are getting your chance. We are sending you back. Prove yourself vampire. Help the Slayer, and make use of your soul. This is all you need to know at this point." As soon as she finished speaking she disappeared like vapor into the night sky.
"Hey!! That's it!? Bloody hell! How am I supposed to get back!? And how am I supposed to find Buffy?!" he yelled at the sky. At that moment he felt a painful fire burning inside him unlike anything he had ever felt before, and he could feel himself drop rapidly.
"Oh Bullocks."
Where Do We Go From Here? Author: SlayerGirl Chapter 2
Going Back:
The air was cool and warm, and it was bright. He had no memory, only the knowledge that he had once existed. How, where, when he existed he didn't know, all he knew was that he did exist. But that had ended. He had ceased to exist. Yes, he remembered that now. He had died, and not for the first time. And now he existed again? Or was his mind playing tricks on him? Did he have a mind? He knew he was conscious, and he was aware of himself and his body, but that was it. Slowly it started to come back to him, piece by piece. He had been a human, alive and breathing until he changed. Then he had wandered the earth for years, hundreds of them, causing death and destruction and taking sweet pleasure in it. He craved blood; he no longer walked the earth as a human life. He was a vampire. That much he knew. But what had happened after that? Something had changed him, what was it? A light. Yes that was it, a bright powerful light he had put inside himself. He had fought for that light, that soul. Oh it was all coming back to him now. He had been evil, but he had his soul restored, for love. For the love he felt for. he remembered everything now. His eyes shot open. "Buffy".
* * *
Buffy was walking through the cemetery. It was dark and cold and the wind seemed to whisper to her. The scenery around her was the familiar setting of the Sunnydale graveyard and she walked through it taking in her surroundings. She kept walking till those surroundings changed, and she found herself in the Bronze. It was dark and eerie, and the people seemed to move and dance in slow motion. On stage some band played something intense and she heard it as if she was listening through water. She was dreaming, though she wasn't aware of it. Everything was surreal, but in her dream it was right. She spotted the table where Drusilla was sitting and walked over to her. "Slayer" she said. "You have to go back".
Her surroundings changed as she twirled herself around to come face to face with Spike. They were in the dark. There was a light shining on only them and all around where they stood it was pitch black. The music had faded and it was utterly silent. Spike was trying to speak to her but no words were coming from his mouth. "I can't hear you," she said. "Spike? I can't hear you!" she tried to yell but no sound came out of her mouth. Spike stopped talking. He looked deep into her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "Buffy. You have to go back." He turned to dust in front of her and fire shot up around her. All she saw was a man. A demon. And he was laughing. His name was lucidus.
She was jerked awake suddenly to the sound of the door shutting. Xander walked in and saw Buffy sitting on the couch looking down. "Hey Buff. What's up?" he asked.
She looked up at him. "We're going back."
* * *
Spike was back, and he knew it. He remembered everything about his life and unlife and found himself in a grassy meadow wearing all white. The sun shone in the sky, but he wasn't afraid of bursting into flames. He knew it wasn't really the sun and he knew he wasn't on earth; he was somewhere mystical and beautiful. In the middle of the green meadow there was a huge tree with a small brook that ran next to it. Everything felt old and important, magical and dreamlike. Sitting under the tree was a woman with long red hair reading a big book that looked, no felt, as old as time. He walked towards her and as soon as he reached her, the sky changed and it was dark. There were hundred, thousands, of stars shining up the sky. The woman looked up at Spike.
"William" she said in a young voice that was smothered with wisdom.
"Yeah. Where am I? And why am I here? And why am I dressed like an Abercrombie and Fitch model?" he asked looking down at his flowy white attire.
"You have so many questions, so many unanswered inquiries, lets see if I can answer at least some of them," she said in a soft voice, and he could tell she had the answers to all of life's questions. "You don't like the clothes." she said suddenly. "That can be taken care of. How is this?"
He looked down at himself and realized he was wearing his usual black jeans, black shirt, and black leather coat. "Better, luv. Now tell me where I am and why the hell I was brought back."
"You are so aware of everything. Aware that you exist, aware that you have been brought back, aware that you are important." She said as she put her book down and stood up to face the vampire.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"But I don't think you are aware of just how important you might be." She continued, not answering his question. "You are a mistake, William. An important mistake. You see, there was only ever supposed to be one souled vampire, and he would be the one to, along with the slayer, lead this world in the final battle. The battle against good and evil."
"Peaches". He said.
"Yes, Angel, he was meant to be the only one." She answered, ignoring his snide comment. "But then you came along. You with your love for the slayer, you who fought for your soul because of that love, you who died saving the world from annihilation. My my, were we surprised by that. William the Bloody saving the world. There's only problem. You fulfilled a prophecy. A prophecy meant for another."
"You lost me at world annihilation, luv." He answered in his usual Spike way.
"How can I put this so you will understand?" She thought for a moment before she began to speak "The vampire with a soul who wears the medallion in the battle against the First and uses it its power to triumph over evil will be a definitive part of the slayers life leading up to the final encounter. The Encounter between good and evil. He will be sent back after saving the world to help the Slayer, for his role in the fight against wickedness is not yet finished. What his role in these years is is not yet for you to know, but he is vital." She said to him, as he listened intently hoping for some answers to all his questions. She was omniscient and he knew it.
"We always assumed Angel was the one meant to walk with the Slayer. But it was you who wore the medal and you who gave your life. The Slayer sent Angel away and entrusted you with the responsibility. Therefore we have no choice but to send you back. Whether it is you or him who walk with the slayer to the final encounter it is not yet decided, but you are getting your chance. We are sending you back. Prove yourself vampire. Help the Slayer, and make use of your soul. This is all you need to know at this point." As soon as she finished speaking she disappeared like vapor into the night sky.
"Hey!! That's it!? Bloody hell! How am I supposed to get back!? And how am I supposed to find Buffy?!" he yelled at the sky. At that moment he felt a painful fire burning inside him unlike anything he had ever felt before, and he could feel himself drop rapidly.
"Oh Bullocks."