A/N: Thank you to all of you that have reviewed! I have a warm and fuzzy feeling now. This chapter voices a lot of strange questions I had at the end of Buffy, and brings in one of its characters

Disclaimer: I don't own Angel, it's that simple.

Suddenly the two were on a cold dark street.

"Where are we? When are we?" Spike asked.

"I think Century City or somewhere in West LA and we only jumped a few hours."

"I don't know anyone here,"

"Remember, five years in the future," he commented as he followed behind a group of girls into an apartment complex. Spike did the say. The girls went up 2 flights of stairs and walked through the open air hallways to a door with the iron numbers '231'. Spike glanced over at the courtyard, it had a nice little garden complete with a fountain. This place was definitely for the upper middle class.

Then he saw the state of the apartment, sleeping bags everywhere. At least fifteen people lived in this 2 bedroom pad. It reminded him of how the Summers' house was in the last few months before the destruction of the Hellmouth.

Suddenly a young brunette woman met the girls. Spike jaw dropped.it was Dawn.

How could she be here- wasn't she in Rome, he thought to himself but then he remembered that this was five years into the future. Little Bit wasn't so little anymore. She was beautiful, tall and had developed this classy arua. Like Audrey Hepburn, leave it to Dawn to renew old-fashion elegance.

"Where have you been?"

"Patorilling, what about you?" a woman with dirty blonde hair spat, she seemed to be the leader of the group.

"All of you, Kiara? Some of you should have at least checked in between school and," Dawn looked at her watch, "this early in the morning."

"Sorry, if it takes more of us to take down a group of vamps. We aren't as 'strong' as your snotty sister," another, younger, raven-haired girl replied.

"Meredith, you guys are still very powerful. And my sister isn't snotty,"

Kiara snorted, "Yeah right. She thinks she's better than us since she's the original."

"We've been over this, you all are just as important as Buffy or any of the other slayers," Dawn groaned.

"Yeah, yeah, will you let us go to bed now?"

"Go on,"

While Dawn was going over bills Spike and the wish granter spoke.

"How can there be this many slayers?" the vampire asked.

"While it's a long story,"

"It's not like I don't have time,"

He nodded, "Well when all the Potientals were made slayers that each got their own line of Potentials. But since Willow's spell called for all Potentials to be Slayer, the Potentials' potentials became slayers, and so on."

"So what stops all the girls in the world from being slayers?"

The dark-haired man gave him a look with his blue eyes.

Horror and shock washed upon Spike's face, "You mean they are all slayers."

"Technically, see there isn't that much mystical mojo to go around so each rank, I guess you can call them, is weaker than to one before. So by the time you get to the bottom the only difference is that those girls can open jars a little quicker. It's only the top few ranks that are supernaturally strong, but none will be as powerful as Buffy and her line."

"That's interesting."

"Yeah, and they better pray for the Apocalypse to happen soon."

Spike looked at him as if he had two heads.

He explained, "You know how I said it there wasn't that much mystical slayer mojo, well because of the spell there isn't any left. That means once this generation dies off, no more slayers."

"Bloody hell, all of this because I didn't come back?"

"No everything was affected by you," he quickly realized what he said, "but a lot has!"

The door was swung open and a sandy blonde young man entered.

"Hey honey,"

"Hi Kaleb," Dawn said as they lean in for a very passionate kiss.

Little Bit has a boyfriend, he thought and then he saw a very big diamond on one of her fingers she was running through his hair.

"Bloody hell," was all that he could manage. A lot of things can happen in five years, like Dawn being engaged (he didn't see a golden band).

"Where have you been?" she asked kindly.

"Looking for the slayers, didn't you get the message on your cell?"

"You know that thing, it never works," she laughed, holding his hand and gliding into one of the bedrooms. She sat down on the queen size bed.

"So how was your day?" he inquired as he undid his already loose tie.

"Bills, bills, and the slayers whining again. I swear I can't take much more of this."

He sat down next to her, "If anyone can take their shit day after day it's you. You're the strong woman I know.no pun intended. It's one of the reasons I fell in love with you."

She smiled," You know what?"

"What?"

"I think my day just got better,"

The two lovers began to kiss again, this time longer and more passionate. Kaleb began to slowly inch her shirt up. Sure she was older and in love, but at that moment Spike wanted to rip that guy's throat out.

"I don't need to see this-" he began but was cut off when Dawn let out a scream. Evidentially Kaleb had been nuzzling her neck, and let two fangs sink in. She quickly pushed him away, landing on the floor next to the bed

"Ka-Kaleb" her voice cracked as she looked at his new face.

"What is honey?"

"You're dead," tears began to run down her cheeks.

"Do cry, baby. We can be together forever," he slit his hand with one of his fangs.

"You're not Kaleb," she said forcefully as she stood up.

"No I'm better, and you will be too-" he walked towards her but was cut off by a stake being driven through his heart. His dust fell onto her.

There was Kiara standing there, "That really sucks. You know I thought he would be okay after we shoved him into that vamp nest," she smirked evilly, "Guess not."

"You did this," she screamed and pushed the slayer, filled with rage. However as she did this, Kiara stab her with the stake in the gut. Gasping for air, she was still standing, allowing Kiara to whisper in her ear.

"You know the last thing he did before died was say your name. Maybe you should return the favor."

With that the slayer shoved Dawn through the window, falling for one story. Spike followed her through the broken glass. He found her lying in the alley below. She coughed blood onto the cold, black pavement with tears steaming down her face. She let Kaleb's dust run through her fingers.

"Dawn, Dawn!" Spike yelled but it was to no use. She died there, alone, cold and in so much pain. It was so dark, and Spike cried there. Footsteps came down the back street.

"Oh God, we're too late, " he heard a familiar voice say.

He turned to see Fred with her hand over her mouth with the others.

"Dawn," Angel said, coming towards the body. He lowered her eyelids.

He went on, "I tried to warn but she didn't listen, she didn't trust me."

"We can't stay here, the Slayer Rebellion has begun. We have to stop them before they kill more," Wesley said unable to tear his eyes from the corpse.

Angel nodded and looked over to Fred who knew what he meant, "I'll call a team to bring in her body, and then we'll call her family."

They walked away, Angel or Wesley occasionally looking back but soon they were gone, leaving Spike and the body.

"How could I have saved her?" he asked, knowing that the man was standing behind him.

"You couldn't have."

"I would have come with the others.too late."

"No, you would have made sure she was never put in this situation."

"She would have listened if I had warn her of a rebellion."

"Yeah,"

Soon the rays of the sun came, shine on her dead face.

A/N: This isn't the last chapter, so check for an update!