Disclaimer: Look I'm new at this, sorry I didn't put it on the first
chapter. Okay all the characters from Buffy and Angel are not mine, they
are an invention of Joss Whedons imagination, I'm just borrowing them.
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Also someone (sorry I can't remember who) said that this was like another story the read 'The Way End of Days Should Have Been'. Although I did read that story a few days ago (liked it to). I swear that any Ideas in this story are mine. (Unless I steal some thing from a movie but I'll tell you then)
Buffy looks across the clothes that Dawn had bought her whilst out shopping with Xander, they where all the kind of thing she would have worn regularly, that is if her wardrobe hadn't been blown up.
Buffy picked up a small outfit and put it on, Dawn had told her Angel needed to speak with her urgently and she felt a need to rush. Buffy knew that as much as she didn't want to she would have to repeat the Sunnydale story at some point of time, then again she could ask Angel if she could talk later. Buffy knew that she just wanted to see him, and question him on how much he knew about the amulet. Buffy looked at the clock across the room 5:00 pm, *gosh time flys when you're having fun* she thought ssarcastically.
Buffy went down stairs and joined a Dawn, Xander, Andrew, Willow, and Kennedy they were sitting around a few couches in the corner of the room. She noted that Giles was sitting across the room deep in conversation with Wesley.
"Hey Buffy," Willow was smiling at her as Buffy joined them. It had been a week since Buffy had last come out of her room. She had broken down crying and Dawn had help her up the stairs back to their bedroom.
"Hey Will," Buffy smiled lightly as she sat down at the table across from her.
"So."
"Oh, did you know there's a Star Trek marathon tomorrow." Andrew piped up, clearly not liking the silence that surrounded them.
Having a sudden urge to get out of there Buffy asked quickly "Do you guys know where Angel is?"
"Office," Dawn answered.
Buffy turned and walked towards a room at the end of the foyer. She opened the door and stuck her head in.
"Hey, Buffy" Angel smiled as she came in. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine, Dawn said you wanted to see me."
"Yeah, you see for the files at Wolfram and Hart I need a complete file of everything that happened down in the hellmouth. I've already asked Willow about her spell, but I need the story from inside the hellmouth."
"Well couldn't you just ask Faith, or one of the other slayers." Buffy moved to wards the couch.
"Faith told me about the fight, but she also said that you were the last one out of the hellmouth, I just need the end of the story."
"Well there's not much to tell," Buffy couldn't look at Angel, she was afraid she'd burst into tears at the memory. He had always been there for her, and now when she needed him most he wasn't there for her, she hated him for that.
Angel noticed Buffy's strange silence, he could tell something major had happened down there, and he hopped that she would talk to him about it. That she would take sanctuary in him like she had all those years ago, *but she was younger then,* he reasoned with himself *What if she doesn't like sharing any more*. Angel debated with himself over what to do, eventually he decided it would be best to get out of her what he could. Of course that would start with breaking the silence, "I realise that you weren't down there much longer then the others, Faith told me that, but the amulet may have had more affects that just took a bit longer to settle in."
Buffy looked up at him and he could see a small tear in her eye *what's so wrong with her* he thought. "So just how much did Faith tell you."
"She said there was a yellow beam of light shooting from him through the roof, and that all the uber-vamps were blown up, so I need to know if anything else happened."
"Okay then, well the others left, I tried to get Spike to leave but he sid he couldn't, that he had to do it. Then the roof started to fall in, his hand caught on fire. He told me to get out, I did. You know the rest of the story Sunnydale was turned into a giant crater from inside out."
"And that's all that happened?"
"That's it." Buffy finished in a whisper. Angel could tell there was something she was keeping back. Slowly he walked over and sat next to her. "Buffy, will you tell me what's wrong?"
Her head snapped up and she looked him straight in the eye, "There's nothing wrong," she snapped it out and he jerked back slightly. Buffy put her hands in her head and stared at the ground. Her shoulders began to shake and she started crying.
"Well why are you crying?"
"Don't you get it Angel? He's gone," her troth caught and she fell silent.
"Spike" Angel knew Spike was the only *he* that had died in the battle, he sat in silence, he could feel a faint jealousy building inside him. Why was Buffy acting like this? She had told him Spike had a place in her heart, but he had never considered it to be such a major thing. Angel admitted to himself that when he found out Spike was dead he had felt a bit sorry for him, more lucky for himself more like. But Angel had know Spike for a century, and for that matter hated him for a lot of it, bur Angel never broke down. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Does it matter?"
"It might."
Buffy didn't seem to like hearing him say that, she jumped to her feet and turned towards him, her eyes were full of tears but he could see anger behind them.
"Why does it matter Angel!" Buffy snapped at him, he couldn't believe it, she had never talked to him like that before.
"Well," Angel didn't like seeing Buffy annoyed with him, he tried to think of a quick excuse to hide his still building jealousy. "It may have had an effect on the amulet."
"An affect on the amulet!"
"Well you never know."
"How could *my* caring that he's dead, have an affect on an amulet that *he* was wearing, even before he died!?"
Angel couldn't think of an answer to that, not even a made up one.
"So what's your problem with Spike anyway!?"
"My problem, buffy, is that even after you had seen the monster that he is when he first moved to Sunnydale, you forgave him." Now Angel was on his feet as well giving Buffy the same glaring look she had been giving him. "He gets some chip shoved in his head, and you decide he's some harmless toy that has never done anything wrong in the world. Then he gets a soul and he has a place in your heart. What does that men Buffy?"
Buffy grabbed him then and threw him against the wall, in a verry low threatening whisper she spat out. "Angel, may I remind you that for a good while you worked with him, yeah you were Angelous at the time. But the difference between you and Angelous is about as great as the difference between the Spike you knew and the Spike I did. For your sake I hope you never say anything like what you just said again."
With that she let go of him, spun around and fumed out of the hotel. Dawn ran to try and catch up with her
"Buffy, where are you going?"
"Patrolling."
Kennedy and Willow watched from across the foyer as Buffy stormed out of the hotel. *Gosh* Kennedy thought to herself *what is with her*. Kennedy looked across at her girlfriend, Willow had worried looking frown on her face. Kennedy decided she wanted to know what was going on, why was Buffy so annoyed. Kennedy understood that she had just lost her boyfriend in a war, but, they had never seemed all that cuddly anyway, to her it didn't seem like they were at all hard and heavy. Kennedy questioned herself on how badly she wanted to know about their relationship, she realised it would probably be better to just forget about it. Unfortunately her curiosity got the best of her.
"How long had they been going out?"
Willow spun around to face her, a surprised look etched on her face, "Pardon?"
"Spike and Buffy, how long were they going out?"
Willow laughed slightly, "Spike and Buffy weren't going out."
"Are you trying to tell me that she has spent the last week mourning over a guy she wasn't even going out with."
"Well they were good friends, and at one stage they were going out."
"Uh huh," Kennedy urged her forward, Kennedy's love for gossip was always getting the better of her, she just hoped Willow wouldn't dump her for being nosy.
"It was about 18 months ago, none of us knew at the time, by the time we found out it was over."
"That's it?" Willow nodded "So it was more like an affair?"
Willow nodded again, a bit more slowly this time "Yeah I guess you could say that."
"Why bother if no one could know?" Kennedy asked "Was she seeing someone else at the time."
"No, Mind you Anya did try to set her up once, at her party last year Anya invited this guy called Richard," Willow giggle lightly at the memory, "Spike kept giving him dirty looks all night." Willow frowned again.
Kennedy was slightly confused by her change in mood "you stayed up for a birthday party all night? How many people were there."
"Nine in all," seeing the confused look on Kennedy's face she added "A demon cursed the house so that no one could leave."
"Ohhh, did that Richard guy know about demons"
"No, which was pretty funny since Spike brought his friend Clem along."
"Oh yeah we met him."
"Well, I think Buffy managed to convince him for the most part that Clem just had a skin disease."
"Fair enough."
The girls sat in silence for a while, Willow was amazed by Kennedy's sudden interest in Buffy and Spike's relationship. Kennedy was in slight shock a slayer had gone out with a vampire privately for months, didn't that ruin the whole point of killing them. On that note why didn't she just kill him when he first went to Sunnydale. And why was she so screwed up if they broke up over a year ago.
"Why didn't Buffy just kill spike when he first went to Sunnydale?"
Willow sighed "Well, at first she couldn't, and then after he got the chip in his head a wouldn't let her, after a while I think she had just decided that it was to much work and she couldn't be bothered."
Kennedy wanted to know more, she wanted to know all about them, but Willow had had enough.
"Kennedy, are you hungry?"
"Yeah I am actually, lets see what's in the kitchen."
At that the girls got up a walked into the kitchen looking for dinner.
"So I have to decide, right now?"
"Yes."
"Okay then, I'll do it." Zeus smiled at him, he seemed almost proud, Spike didn't get it, why be proud of him for saying yes, they had only just met.
"Follow me," the lady sitting next to Zeus had just stood up and was walking towards him. As she got around to the side of the table the others at the table stood up as well and followed her down Zeus caught up to her quickly and walk with her. Spike was very confused, what was going on, he understood that they were going to make him a god, but what did that have to do with walking in two straight lines towards him. As they got there the woman took his hand and continued to walk. "I am Hera, goddess of marriage."
"Nice to meet you Hera, where are we going?"
Hera laughed lightly "now if I were to tell you it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"
"You never said it was a surprise." Spike amazed even himself at how calm he was staying on the outside, whilst in side he was amazingly nervous and really wanted to know where they were going.
As they approached the end of the room two doors appeared, they reached from the roof to the floor. Zeus opened them, and they all stepped inside. Spike found himself in a white room, lit only by candle light. The candles were placed in a circle, like they were for rituals. Hera led him to the middle of the circle.
"Stand here, I will have to ask you to not breath until we are done."
Spike nodded. He still didn't understand what was going on but the gods had all placed themselves behind a candle each holding each others hands. There eyes were closed and they stood perfectly still. Hera began to chant, slowly at first then slightly faster, pink light started to escape from the candle in front of her, they were only small to begin with but they all made there way around Spike and started building up some sort of wall there. The others began to chant then, different coloured sparks of light escaped from each of their candles, and to began to build up there only wall. Spike hoped that these really were gods, and for that matter really were trustworthy.
Now the walls had reached the roof, Spike still didn't see what this was doing. Before he could thing the pink wall seemed to turn back into pure light, it flew at his eyes trying to swim inside him. Spike cried out, he didn't think he had ever felt pain anything like this, he had thought that being burnt by the sun was the worst that could have happened to him, but this was proving him wrong. The other colours joined the pink trying to swim inside him. The pain kept getting worse and he was convinced he was about to die. Slowly Spike felt the pain began to slowly loosen, as soon as the last light entered him, he backed out.
Thanks for the reviews, keep em commin'
Also someone (sorry I can't remember who) said that this was like another story the read 'The Way End of Days Should Have Been'. Although I did read that story a few days ago (liked it to). I swear that any Ideas in this story are mine. (Unless I steal some thing from a movie but I'll tell you then)
Buffy looks across the clothes that Dawn had bought her whilst out shopping with Xander, they where all the kind of thing she would have worn regularly, that is if her wardrobe hadn't been blown up.
Buffy picked up a small outfit and put it on, Dawn had told her Angel needed to speak with her urgently and she felt a need to rush. Buffy knew that as much as she didn't want to she would have to repeat the Sunnydale story at some point of time, then again she could ask Angel if she could talk later. Buffy knew that she just wanted to see him, and question him on how much he knew about the amulet. Buffy looked at the clock across the room 5:00 pm, *gosh time flys when you're having fun* she thought ssarcastically.
Buffy went down stairs and joined a Dawn, Xander, Andrew, Willow, and Kennedy they were sitting around a few couches in the corner of the room. She noted that Giles was sitting across the room deep in conversation with Wesley.
"Hey Buffy," Willow was smiling at her as Buffy joined them. It had been a week since Buffy had last come out of her room. She had broken down crying and Dawn had help her up the stairs back to their bedroom.
"Hey Will," Buffy smiled lightly as she sat down at the table across from her.
"So."
"Oh, did you know there's a Star Trek marathon tomorrow." Andrew piped up, clearly not liking the silence that surrounded them.
Having a sudden urge to get out of there Buffy asked quickly "Do you guys know where Angel is?"
"Office," Dawn answered.
Buffy turned and walked towards a room at the end of the foyer. She opened the door and stuck her head in.
"Hey, Buffy" Angel smiled as she came in. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine, Dawn said you wanted to see me."
"Yeah, you see for the files at Wolfram and Hart I need a complete file of everything that happened down in the hellmouth. I've already asked Willow about her spell, but I need the story from inside the hellmouth."
"Well couldn't you just ask Faith, or one of the other slayers." Buffy moved to wards the couch.
"Faith told me about the fight, but she also said that you were the last one out of the hellmouth, I just need the end of the story."
"Well there's not much to tell," Buffy couldn't look at Angel, she was afraid she'd burst into tears at the memory. He had always been there for her, and now when she needed him most he wasn't there for her, she hated him for that.
Angel noticed Buffy's strange silence, he could tell something major had happened down there, and he hopped that she would talk to him about it. That she would take sanctuary in him like she had all those years ago, *but she was younger then,* he reasoned with himself *What if she doesn't like sharing any more*. Angel debated with himself over what to do, eventually he decided it would be best to get out of her what he could. Of course that would start with breaking the silence, "I realise that you weren't down there much longer then the others, Faith told me that, but the amulet may have had more affects that just took a bit longer to settle in."
Buffy looked up at him and he could see a small tear in her eye *what's so wrong with her* he thought. "So just how much did Faith tell you."
"She said there was a yellow beam of light shooting from him through the roof, and that all the uber-vamps were blown up, so I need to know if anything else happened."
"Okay then, well the others left, I tried to get Spike to leave but he sid he couldn't, that he had to do it. Then the roof started to fall in, his hand caught on fire. He told me to get out, I did. You know the rest of the story Sunnydale was turned into a giant crater from inside out."
"And that's all that happened?"
"That's it." Buffy finished in a whisper. Angel could tell there was something she was keeping back. Slowly he walked over and sat next to her. "Buffy, will you tell me what's wrong?"
Her head snapped up and she looked him straight in the eye, "There's nothing wrong," she snapped it out and he jerked back slightly. Buffy put her hands in her head and stared at the ground. Her shoulders began to shake and she started crying.
"Well why are you crying?"
"Don't you get it Angel? He's gone," her troth caught and she fell silent.
"Spike" Angel knew Spike was the only *he* that had died in the battle, he sat in silence, he could feel a faint jealousy building inside him. Why was Buffy acting like this? She had told him Spike had a place in her heart, but he had never considered it to be such a major thing. Angel admitted to himself that when he found out Spike was dead he had felt a bit sorry for him, more lucky for himself more like. But Angel had know Spike for a century, and for that matter hated him for a lot of it, bur Angel never broke down. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Does it matter?"
"It might."
Buffy didn't seem to like hearing him say that, she jumped to her feet and turned towards him, her eyes were full of tears but he could see anger behind them.
"Why does it matter Angel!" Buffy snapped at him, he couldn't believe it, she had never talked to him like that before.
"Well," Angel didn't like seeing Buffy annoyed with him, he tried to think of a quick excuse to hide his still building jealousy. "It may have had an effect on the amulet."
"An affect on the amulet!"
"Well you never know."
"How could *my* caring that he's dead, have an affect on an amulet that *he* was wearing, even before he died!?"
Angel couldn't think of an answer to that, not even a made up one.
"So what's your problem with Spike anyway!?"
"My problem, buffy, is that even after you had seen the monster that he is when he first moved to Sunnydale, you forgave him." Now Angel was on his feet as well giving Buffy the same glaring look she had been giving him. "He gets some chip shoved in his head, and you decide he's some harmless toy that has never done anything wrong in the world. Then he gets a soul and he has a place in your heart. What does that men Buffy?"
Buffy grabbed him then and threw him against the wall, in a verry low threatening whisper she spat out. "Angel, may I remind you that for a good while you worked with him, yeah you were Angelous at the time. But the difference between you and Angelous is about as great as the difference between the Spike you knew and the Spike I did. For your sake I hope you never say anything like what you just said again."
With that she let go of him, spun around and fumed out of the hotel. Dawn ran to try and catch up with her
"Buffy, where are you going?"
"Patrolling."
Kennedy and Willow watched from across the foyer as Buffy stormed out of the hotel. *Gosh* Kennedy thought to herself *what is with her*. Kennedy looked across at her girlfriend, Willow had worried looking frown on her face. Kennedy decided she wanted to know what was going on, why was Buffy so annoyed. Kennedy understood that she had just lost her boyfriend in a war, but, they had never seemed all that cuddly anyway, to her it didn't seem like they were at all hard and heavy. Kennedy questioned herself on how badly she wanted to know about their relationship, she realised it would probably be better to just forget about it. Unfortunately her curiosity got the best of her.
"How long had they been going out?"
Willow spun around to face her, a surprised look etched on her face, "Pardon?"
"Spike and Buffy, how long were they going out?"
Willow laughed slightly, "Spike and Buffy weren't going out."
"Are you trying to tell me that she has spent the last week mourning over a guy she wasn't even going out with."
"Well they were good friends, and at one stage they were going out."
"Uh huh," Kennedy urged her forward, Kennedy's love for gossip was always getting the better of her, she just hoped Willow wouldn't dump her for being nosy.
"It was about 18 months ago, none of us knew at the time, by the time we found out it was over."
"That's it?" Willow nodded "So it was more like an affair?"
Willow nodded again, a bit more slowly this time "Yeah I guess you could say that."
"Why bother if no one could know?" Kennedy asked "Was she seeing someone else at the time."
"No, Mind you Anya did try to set her up once, at her party last year Anya invited this guy called Richard," Willow giggle lightly at the memory, "Spike kept giving him dirty looks all night." Willow frowned again.
Kennedy was slightly confused by her change in mood "you stayed up for a birthday party all night? How many people were there."
"Nine in all," seeing the confused look on Kennedy's face she added "A demon cursed the house so that no one could leave."
"Ohhh, did that Richard guy know about demons"
"No, which was pretty funny since Spike brought his friend Clem along."
"Oh yeah we met him."
"Well, I think Buffy managed to convince him for the most part that Clem just had a skin disease."
"Fair enough."
The girls sat in silence for a while, Willow was amazed by Kennedy's sudden interest in Buffy and Spike's relationship. Kennedy was in slight shock a slayer had gone out with a vampire privately for months, didn't that ruin the whole point of killing them. On that note why didn't she just kill him when he first went to Sunnydale. And why was she so screwed up if they broke up over a year ago.
"Why didn't Buffy just kill spike when he first went to Sunnydale?"
Willow sighed "Well, at first she couldn't, and then after he got the chip in his head a wouldn't let her, after a while I think she had just decided that it was to much work and she couldn't be bothered."
Kennedy wanted to know more, she wanted to know all about them, but Willow had had enough.
"Kennedy, are you hungry?"
"Yeah I am actually, lets see what's in the kitchen."
At that the girls got up a walked into the kitchen looking for dinner.
"So I have to decide, right now?"
"Yes."
"Okay then, I'll do it." Zeus smiled at him, he seemed almost proud, Spike didn't get it, why be proud of him for saying yes, they had only just met.
"Follow me," the lady sitting next to Zeus had just stood up and was walking towards him. As she got around to the side of the table the others at the table stood up as well and followed her down Zeus caught up to her quickly and walk with her. Spike was very confused, what was going on, he understood that they were going to make him a god, but what did that have to do with walking in two straight lines towards him. As they got there the woman took his hand and continued to walk. "I am Hera, goddess of marriage."
"Nice to meet you Hera, where are we going?"
Hera laughed lightly "now if I were to tell you it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"
"You never said it was a surprise." Spike amazed even himself at how calm he was staying on the outside, whilst in side he was amazingly nervous and really wanted to know where they were going.
As they approached the end of the room two doors appeared, they reached from the roof to the floor. Zeus opened them, and they all stepped inside. Spike found himself in a white room, lit only by candle light. The candles were placed in a circle, like they were for rituals. Hera led him to the middle of the circle.
"Stand here, I will have to ask you to not breath until we are done."
Spike nodded. He still didn't understand what was going on but the gods had all placed themselves behind a candle each holding each others hands. There eyes were closed and they stood perfectly still. Hera began to chant, slowly at first then slightly faster, pink light started to escape from the candle in front of her, they were only small to begin with but they all made there way around Spike and started building up some sort of wall there. The others began to chant then, different coloured sparks of light escaped from each of their candles, and to began to build up there only wall. Spike hoped that these really were gods, and for that matter really were trustworthy.
Now the walls had reached the roof, Spike still didn't see what this was doing. Before he could thing the pink wall seemed to turn back into pure light, it flew at his eyes trying to swim inside him. Spike cried out, he didn't think he had ever felt pain anything like this, he had thought that being burnt by the sun was the worst that could have happened to him, but this was proving him wrong. The other colours joined the pink trying to swim inside him. The pain kept getting worse and he was convinced he was about to die. Slowly Spike felt the pain began to slowly loosen, as soon as the last light entered him, he backed out.