Chapter 3
Note: Okay, it's been quite confusing on why the years that I'm using are all contradicting each other. Here is the rundown: 10 years have passed in the real world, 4-5 years have passed in Sunnydale (due to a time anomaly, which shall be explained in due time.), William trained in that special little place in the mountains for 10 years when only 10 days have passed.. So. for William- a total of 20 years have passed for him (but it doesn't really matter since he's immortal.). I can hear your brain tying up into knots as you read this. If anything else confuses you, just ask. and I'll try to answer them. well that is unless I intentionally left it a mystery
~~~ Lucifer giggled like a child as he saw that William had effortlessly finished the first task he was given. "I should make him one of my minions. Too bad he's too much a loner and too unpredictable. Well, perhaps I can hire him on occasion, a freelancer. After I win the 'final battle'."
Lucifer felt ultimately elated. Knowing that making Angel mad would lead Angel to doing mistakes; Mistakes that would make Angel unworthy of being the essential tiebreaker in the final battle. Lucifer sighed happily at the thought and reviewed his plans.
'The Powers that Be' would find Angel unworthy of being the vessel for Michael. The world has always been even in light and darkness. Now, as the 'final battle' neared, both sides were completely even, needing Michael, the most powerful angel, to break the tie.
Angel was a goody two shoes, if Michael possessed him, Lucifer knew he would lose without a doubt. But if Angel wasn't chosen due to unworthiness, Michael may not even take part in the decision, thus allowing both heaven and hell to fight it out. Which was exactly what he wanted to happen. At least this way Lucifer had more of a chance.
~~~
(Meanwhile, in the Summer's home)
Dawn sadly sat in front of the television as Passions came on. She sighed, '4 years. 4 years since he's left. Why did he leave?'
Sure, Dawn understood that Xander and Anya had gotten married after the worked out their problems and then they had a baby; But, they didn't want to raise their child in Sunnydale (* see note at bottom), seeking how dangerous it was. Tara was dead and Giles was now in England and showed no signs of returning. So now, it was just she, Buffy and Willow. Well, not really Willow. She was 'out of it' most of the time because of Tara's death, so even though she was here physically, she wasn't really here 'mentally'. They were all alone.
Everyone had left her.
Out of everyone that had left, she was the angriest at Spike. But then it was also Buffy's fault. She later learned that Spike came back from running away for 3 months only for a few seconds, Buffy opened her big stupid mouth and he was gone, probably for forever. No goodbyes, no notice, no nothing. Eventually Buffy had told Dawn about her and Spike's dysfunctional relationship and how he tried to rape and then betrayed her. Even though the things that Spike did were horrible, she just forgave him. Buffy was trying to convince her that he was gone for good, but under her mask of anger, she missed him deeply. Secretly at night, Buffy would sleep with Spike's duster.
It was sad, really. because Dawn realized that Spike had accidentally done all those things to Buffy because she kept toying with his emotions. 'He probably just snapped.'
Buffy muttered unhappily as she came down the stairs and walked towards the fridge and then ruled against it. She had been fired from the Doublemeat Palace recently, she could barely pay the mortgage, much less food and she had to feed all three of them. If she didn't need a snack, she wouldn't have one.
Dawn had tried to get a job this past month, but the strain of the work caused her grades in school to plunge. It was horrible, she was a sophomore now (* I have no idea how old Dawn is.) and she needed good grades to graduate from college. She had to immediately drop the job, and the cost of the lessons that she had taken for the job was cut from her salary. So in the end, she had nothing.
Buffy plopped herself next to Dawn, "How is it so far?"
"Sorry I wasn't paying attention."
Buffy gave Dawn a look and then went back to watching Passions. Dawn sighed deeply again, in truth: their lives had taken a turn for the worst. They were at the rock bottom now.
'From here on, things will start to get better right?'
Seconds after that thought, a mirage appeared in front of Buffy and Dawn. It was a woman, she word a dark blue cloak with her hood on.
Buffy and Dawn gaped. The woman held out her hand .
"I must speak quickly, I'm not suppose to be here or telling you this. The 'chosen one' will be coming soon, I don't know when. He is in humanoid form, Michael has chosen early. He's merged with someone else's body, the old was unworthy. Michael must be directed toward the good side. It is essential for when the apocalypse shall come. Show him why humanity must be kept alive. But it will be very difficult, because he doesn't believe in emotions. Don't tell anyone this information and if you do tell someone that is trustworthy, you must tell him or her directly. Never use any means of communication, or the information will be leaked. I must go!"
The image disappeared, leaving Dawn and Buffy stunned ~~~
The woman in the deep red dress sat seductively on the couch. Both her and her father were grinning madly. Apparently Kress Industries had bought a 'very important' biotech company that William had been investing in. William glared at Vanessa with malice. During the time she had slept with him, she had gone through his things and learned about that which he was keen on buying. The patents from that innovative biotech company could give Kress Industries the boost to buy out LuminaCorp.
Both companies had been long rivals. Vanessa had gone to William months ago, saying how she was "so in love" with him. During that time he had acted like a lovesick puppy, spent most of his time with her and got whatever gifts she wanted. She had followed him and his father to L.A. during their business here, saying that she couldn't stand being so far from him. He was touched.
And in the end, his infatuation had got him screw up. or at least Vanessa and her father believed so. The old, disgusting and oily man got up, in his horrendous English accent ( I know, I know, the irony of it all..) that no one could understand, he spoke to William, "Well Mr. Dale, looks like we should be going."
William silently nodded, not looking up.
Vanessa giddily walked over to him. "Awww, honey, for what it's worth, it was fun while it lasted."
William remained silent and unmoving.
Vanessa shrugged and left the room.
~~~
Angel paced the room, worried.
"How do we find him?! That had to have been Spike."
Wesley shook his head, "No that wasn't Spike, he said so."
Angel froze. "Wait a minute. I'm here freaking out. And you suddenly tell me that you had met him earlier."
Cordy guiltily looked away
"Cordy!" Angel growled.
"Okay, okay Angel. Just calm down.Look, I snuck into that Monet showcase with Wesley since I wanted to see the paintings and mingle with the rich and famous. We happen to bump into William Dale, who uncannily looks exactly like Spike, except without the bleached head and English accent. We went out to show him a few clubs and got a few drinks and then we left. That's all."
Angel still frowned, unconvinced that Cordy was telling him everything.
Cordy rolled her eyes. "Fine! Don't believe me!"
Angel turned to Wesley, "Well? You were there."
Wesley crossed his arms. "Yes I was and Cordy already told you what happened. Geez Angel, I would hope that you had a little more faith in us."
After a final glare, Wesley walked out right behind Cordy.
Angrily, Angel stormed into his rooms. From the outside, you could hear objects crashing and breaking within.
~~~
Lucifer appeared unexpectedly into William's study. Quietly he looked at the collection of books that William had on the shelf. He wrinkled his nose. 'Eewww, this guy is has nothing interesting to read. Let's see: Machiavelli, Plato, Art of War, The writings of John Adams.'
Lucifer shuddered.
William was quietly sitting in his chair, reading next to the fireplace. He didn't even glance up, but he knew who was in the room.
"Why are you here? I thought that you would at least leave me alone while I was working."
"Well, just checking in, pat on the back. Good job."
William rolled his eyes. Lucifer swiftly walked over and plucked the book that William was reading, out of his hands.
William crossed his arms and looked annoyed. "Do you mind?"
"Nietzsche! I didn't think you were that dark. Don't you have anything interesting in here?"
William pointed to another shelf on the other side of the room. "I have Walt Whitman."
Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Sure. don't you have like. comics?! Or bad romance stories?"
William grabbed his book back, "I have Classics in the other room. You are free to go read 'Catcher in the Rye' if you like."
Lucifer plopped onto the couch and put his feet on the table. "Nah."
William glanced over, "Leave, I'm not in the mood to deal with you."
Lucifer's eyes narrowed and he stood up once more. "What did you say?"
"I said 'leave', are you deaf?"
"As if you could make me."
William narrowed his eyes, for a second they flashed purple. Before Lucifer knew it, he was flung into the wall next to the fireplace.
Lucifer hissed as he gathered himself and stormed over to William. Lucifer shot a hand out and began to choke William. William looked at Lucifer, unfazed by his threat. Then Lucifer suddenly released his hand and began to laugh.
"I like you! You've got guts you know that?!"
William smirked.
"Well, really, enough walking around the matter at hand. Well, I was kind of wondering if you would like to do another job for me?"
"Depends on the job."
"Ah, of course. I want you to go down to L.A. penitentiary and kill some girl named Faith."
"Can you tell me why?"
"She's a slayer."
William chuckled. "But isn't jail exactly where you want the slayer to be?"
"Well yeah, but I'm kind of bored and I'm kind of curious who the next slayer might me."
"The truth please?"
"Okay. too many demons in hell, kind of overpopulating. I wanted to clean up a little."
William shook his head. "You are so weird."
"Well?"
"Sure, one less person, why do I care?"
"Then it's settled" Lucifer grinned.
"But my price."
"UH huh."
"Why you want to piss off this.Angel?"
Lucifer was stunned for a second. "Ah. Well, I'll tell you after you do the job."
"Fine."
In a flash Lucifer disappeared once more, leaving William alone in his study.
~~~
Cont..
Note: Okay, it's been quite confusing on why the years that I'm using are all contradicting each other. Here is the rundown: 10 years have passed in the real world, 4-5 years have passed in Sunnydale (due to a time anomaly, which shall be explained in due time.), William trained in that special little place in the mountains for 10 years when only 10 days have passed.. So. for William- a total of 20 years have passed for him (but it doesn't really matter since he's immortal.). I can hear your brain tying up into knots as you read this. If anything else confuses you, just ask. and I'll try to answer them. well that is unless I intentionally left it a mystery
~~~ Lucifer giggled like a child as he saw that William had effortlessly finished the first task he was given. "I should make him one of my minions. Too bad he's too much a loner and too unpredictable. Well, perhaps I can hire him on occasion, a freelancer. After I win the 'final battle'."
Lucifer felt ultimately elated. Knowing that making Angel mad would lead Angel to doing mistakes; Mistakes that would make Angel unworthy of being the essential tiebreaker in the final battle. Lucifer sighed happily at the thought and reviewed his plans.
'The Powers that Be' would find Angel unworthy of being the vessel for Michael. The world has always been even in light and darkness. Now, as the 'final battle' neared, both sides were completely even, needing Michael, the most powerful angel, to break the tie.
Angel was a goody two shoes, if Michael possessed him, Lucifer knew he would lose without a doubt. But if Angel wasn't chosen due to unworthiness, Michael may not even take part in the decision, thus allowing both heaven and hell to fight it out. Which was exactly what he wanted to happen. At least this way Lucifer had more of a chance.
~~~
(Meanwhile, in the Summer's home)
Dawn sadly sat in front of the television as Passions came on. She sighed, '4 years. 4 years since he's left. Why did he leave?'
Sure, Dawn understood that Xander and Anya had gotten married after the worked out their problems and then they had a baby; But, they didn't want to raise their child in Sunnydale (* see note at bottom), seeking how dangerous it was. Tara was dead and Giles was now in England and showed no signs of returning. So now, it was just she, Buffy and Willow. Well, not really Willow. She was 'out of it' most of the time because of Tara's death, so even though she was here physically, she wasn't really here 'mentally'. They were all alone.
Everyone had left her.
Out of everyone that had left, she was the angriest at Spike. But then it was also Buffy's fault. She later learned that Spike came back from running away for 3 months only for a few seconds, Buffy opened her big stupid mouth and he was gone, probably for forever. No goodbyes, no notice, no nothing. Eventually Buffy had told Dawn about her and Spike's dysfunctional relationship and how he tried to rape and then betrayed her. Even though the things that Spike did were horrible, she just forgave him. Buffy was trying to convince her that he was gone for good, but under her mask of anger, she missed him deeply. Secretly at night, Buffy would sleep with Spike's duster.
It was sad, really. because Dawn realized that Spike had accidentally done all those things to Buffy because she kept toying with his emotions. 'He probably just snapped.'
Buffy muttered unhappily as she came down the stairs and walked towards the fridge and then ruled against it. She had been fired from the Doublemeat Palace recently, she could barely pay the mortgage, much less food and she had to feed all three of them. If she didn't need a snack, she wouldn't have one.
Dawn had tried to get a job this past month, but the strain of the work caused her grades in school to plunge. It was horrible, she was a sophomore now (* I have no idea how old Dawn is.) and she needed good grades to graduate from college. She had to immediately drop the job, and the cost of the lessons that she had taken for the job was cut from her salary. So in the end, she had nothing.
Buffy plopped herself next to Dawn, "How is it so far?"
"Sorry I wasn't paying attention."
Buffy gave Dawn a look and then went back to watching Passions. Dawn sighed deeply again, in truth: their lives had taken a turn for the worst. They were at the rock bottom now.
'From here on, things will start to get better right?'
Seconds after that thought, a mirage appeared in front of Buffy and Dawn. It was a woman, she word a dark blue cloak with her hood on.
Buffy and Dawn gaped. The woman held out her hand .
"I must speak quickly, I'm not suppose to be here or telling you this. The 'chosen one' will be coming soon, I don't know when. He is in humanoid form, Michael has chosen early. He's merged with someone else's body, the old was unworthy. Michael must be directed toward the good side. It is essential for when the apocalypse shall come. Show him why humanity must be kept alive. But it will be very difficult, because he doesn't believe in emotions. Don't tell anyone this information and if you do tell someone that is trustworthy, you must tell him or her directly. Never use any means of communication, or the information will be leaked. I must go!"
The image disappeared, leaving Dawn and Buffy stunned ~~~
The woman in the deep red dress sat seductively on the couch. Both her and her father were grinning madly. Apparently Kress Industries had bought a 'very important' biotech company that William had been investing in. William glared at Vanessa with malice. During the time she had slept with him, she had gone through his things and learned about that which he was keen on buying. The patents from that innovative biotech company could give Kress Industries the boost to buy out LuminaCorp.
Both companies had been long rivals. Vanessa had gone to William months ago, saying how she was "so in love" with him. During that time he had acted like a lovesick puppy, spent most of his time with her and got whatever gifts she wanted. She had followed him and his father to L.A. during their business here, saying that she couldn't stand being so far from him. He was touched.
And in the end, his infatuation had got him screw up. or at least Vanessa and her father believed so. The old, disgusting and oily man got up, in his horrendous English accent ( I know, I know, the irony of it all..) that no one could understand, he spoke to William, "Well Mr. Dale, looks like we should be going."
William silently nodded, not looking up.
Vanessa giddily walked over to him. "Awww, honey, for what it's worth, it was fun while it lasted."
William remained silent and unmoving.
Vanessa shrugged and left the room.
~~~
Angel paced the room, worried.
"How do we find him?! That had to have been Spike."
Wesley shook his head, "No that wasn't Spike, he said so."
Angel froze. "Wait a minute. I'm here freaking out. And you suddenly tell me that you had met him earlier."
Cordy guiltily looked away
"Cordy!" Angel growled.
"Okay, okay Angel. Just calm down.Look, I snuck into that Monet showcase with Wesley since I wanted to see the paintings and mingle with the rich and famous. We happen to bump into William Dale, who uncannily looks exactly like Spike, except without the bleached head and English accent. We went out to show him a few clubs and got a few drinks and then we left. That's all."
Angel still frowned, unconvinced that Cordy was telling him everything.
Cordy rolled her eyes. "Fine! Don't believe me!"
Angel turned to Wesley, "Well? You were there."
Wesley crossed his arms. "Yes I was and Cordy already told you what happened. Geez Angel, I would hope that you had a little more faith in us."
After a final glare, Wesley walked out right behind Cordy.
Angrily, Angel stormed into his rooms. From the outside, you could hear objects crashing and breaking within.
~~~
Lucifer appeared unexpectedly into William's study. Quietly he looked at the collection of books that William had on the shelf. He wrinkled his nose. 'Eewww, this guy is has nothing interesting to read. Let's see: Machiavelli, Plato, Art of War, The writings of John Adams.'
Lucifer shuddered.
William was quietly sitting in his chair, reading next to the fireplace. He didn't even glance up, but he knew who was in the room.
"Why are you here? I thought that you would at least leave me alone while I was working."
"Well, just checking in, pat on the back. Good job."
William rolled his eyes. Lucifer swiftly walked over and plucked the book that William was reading, out of his hands.
William crossed his arms and looked annoyed. "Do you mind?"
"Nietzsche! I didn't think you were that dark. Don't you have anything interesting in here?"
William pointed to another shelf on the other side of the room. "I have Walt Whitman."
Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Sure. don't you have like. comics?! Or bad romance stories?"
William grabbed his book back, "I have Classics in the other room. You are free to go read 'Catcher in the Rye' if you like."
Lucifer plopped onto the couch and put his feet on the table. "Nah."
William glanced over, "Leave, I'm not in the mood to deal with you."
Lucifer's eyes narrowed and he stood up once more. "What did you say?"
"I said 'leave', are you deaf?"
"As if you could make me."
William narrowed his eyes, for a second they flashed purple. Before Lucifer knew it, he was flung into the wall next to the fireplace.
Lucifer hissed as he gathered himself and stormed over to William. Lucifer shot a hand out and began to choke William. William looked at Lucifer, unfazed by his threat. Then Lucifer suddenly released his hand and began to laugh.
"I like you! You've got guts you know that?!"
William smirked.
"Well, really, enough walking around the matter at hand. Well, I was kind of wondering if you would like to do another job for me?"
"Depends on the job."
"Ah, of course. I want you to go down to L.A. penitentiary and kill some girl named Faith."
"Can you tell me why?"
"She's a slayer."
William chuckled. "But isn't jail exactly where you want the slayer to be?"
"Well yeah, but I'm kind of bored and I'm kind of curious who the next slayer might me."
"The truth please?"
"Okay. too many demons in hell, kind of overpopulating. I wanted to clean up a little."
William shook his head. "You are so weird."
"Well?"
"Sure, one less person, why do I care?"
"Then it's settled" Lucifer grinned.
"But my price."
"UH huh."
"Why you want to piss off this.Angel?"
Lucifer was stunned for a second. "Ah. Well, I'll tell you after you do the job."
"Fine."
In a flash Lucifer disappeared once more, leaving William alone in his study.
~~~
Cont..